Dozo America

In the study of a mansion in Beverly Hills, Dan.

Mitchell was talking to a few men. The study was soundproofed, so the content of the conversation would not be spread. However, it was obvious that several old guys with gray hair were shaking their heads, obviously expressing differences.

Opinion.

"The inclusion of traditional Chinese medicine in medical insurance will almost never succeed! Most people will oppose it, especially those who have shares in pharmaceutical companies. Even if it is an exchange of interests, they will not let go easily, because as long as traditional Chinese medicine is included in medical insurance, it will

Touched their cheese."

An old man shook his head, but he was telling the truth. Sometimes, promoting a reform is like declaring war on those with vested interests. You can imagine how intense it is.

"I know, but... we can do it slowly and we will get it done!" Dan.

Mitchell obviously also considered that "when it comes to this situation," we just use our relationship to try to involve as many congressmen who are not closely related to this interest to form a majority. Don't let those guys

Got the upper hand!"

"Well, I hope our conversation ends here. I have a meeting in the afternoon!" the old man said, standing up, and then several people also stood up. They and Dan.

Mitchell shook hands one by one and said goodbye.

After those people had left, a tall, middle-aged man in a black suit came over and stood beside Dan.

Behind Mitchell, looking at these people thoughtfully. He is Dan.

Mitchell's confidant butler.

"Do you know why I want to vigorously promote this matter?" Dan.

Mitchell slowly walked to the window and looked at the tree-lined scenery outside. He said softly.

"Is it because of Fan Zhen?"

"Yes, this person... is too powerful. If we can't be our friend, don't let him become our opponent." Dan.

Mitchell turned his head and smiled bitterly, "The Great Pharaoh, Mr. Giccarlo Boque, has already warned me that I must facilitate this. Some small favors will not make him have a good impression of your increase.

But if it benefits his entire Chinese medicine system, the sentiment will be great, and he will have to appreciate it!"

"I understand!" the butler nodded. "In a few days, Mr. President will come to Los Angeles to visit you. The White House has confirmed the news to me! And will send people in advance to arrange security work."

"I understand. This time, Mr. President is not just here to see me. He has severe heart and lung disease, which has seriously affected his work and life. So...he still needs our treatment this time.

But... this can only alleviate it, but not cure it." Dan.

Mitchell shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Maybe Zhen can..."

"Maybe you can ask Mr. Zhen to come over..."

"If he is so easy to hire...the key is those bastards in the White House. They don't have much recognition for Chinese medicine, although some of them know a little acupuncture and so on." Dan.

Mitchell smiled. "Let's wait until Mr. President arrives. He is not an easy person to fool!"

The two people were talking when they suddenly heard a gentle knock on the door. Then the door was ajar, and a bodyguard faced Dan at the door.

Mitchell said: "There is a gentleman named Fan Zhen below who wants to see you for something. He took your business card and came here, so... I asked him to wait in the lobby!"

"Fan Zhen?"

Dan﹒

Mitchell was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled. This was such a coincidence. It wasn’t just Dan.

Mitchell, even the butler had a smile on his face.

"Invite him to come to the study... No, I will go down in person!" Dan.

Mitchell said something, then picked up the crutch and walked downstairs. The housekeeper quickly followed behind, fearing that Dan...

Mitchell fell.

In the hall downstairs, a young man stood tall and looked around. If his own hall can be considered elegant, then this hall is simply extremely luxurious.

"Zhen, it's really you, this is such a surprise." Dan.

Mitchell laughed, kept his crutches aside, opened his arms, walked over with a slight limp, and gave Zhen Fan a big hug.

"Please have a seat, please have a seat!" Dan.

Mitchell asked Zhen Fan to sit down, and then said to the butler, "Then the best tea, Longjing imported from China!"

The housekeeper agreed and went, but Zhen Fan smiled in surprise: "I didn't expect that Mr. Mitchell also likes Chinese tea? It seems that I am in luck!" Zhen Fan smiled and looked around the living room again.

When Mitchell saw Zhen Fan looking at his hall, he smiled quite proudly and said, "I hired the best designers to design this. It has been almost ten years."

"I just happened to think of this number. Ten years may be a little less than nine and a half years." Zhen Fan said and looked at Mitchell's legs again, shook his head and smiled, "I guess your legs are also

The pain started ten years ago and the cause has not yet been found. Sometimes it gets better and sometimes it gets worse."

"Yes, maybe he is too old!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled.

"If you move this vase... yes, this large vase that is as tall as a person, put it in the corner over there, and then plant two ginkgo trees in front of your door, then you will feel some changes." Zhen

Fan pointed to two places in front of the door.

"It's a very interesting suggestion, I will definitely try it!" Mitchell smiled and nodded. He did not have any contempt for Zhen Fan's opinion, but secretly kept it in his heart.

"Well, Mr. Mitchell, I didn't want to disturb you originally, but I encountered a very strange thing recently, and I may have to ask for your help!" Zhen Fan started, and then went directly

He explained his purpose of coming.

"Whatever it is, just tell me!" Mitchell agreed simply. This was a good opportunity to get close to Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan looked around and saw that there were servants cleaning the living room, and shook his head: "Why don't we find a quiet place to talk about this?"

"Of course, that's for sure. Let's go to the study room upstairs to talk!"

At that moment, Mitchell, accompanied by the butler, arrived in the study and sat down. Zhen Fan looked at the butler and closed his mouth without saying a word.

Mitchell naturally understood what he meant and waved his hand to let the housekeeper go out first.

When there were only two of them left in the room, Zhen Fan said: "I don't know where your housekeeper is, but today's topic is a bit special, so... I'm sorry, I don't want him to hear it too."

"It doesn't matter, just say it. I'm listening!" Mitchell said with a warm smile.

So Zhen Fan told what happened to Jennifer, and then frowned and said: "Whose power is the energy that possesses Jennifer? Apart from you, who else is practicing this with you?"

Exist in the world? I know that you are not the owner of energy, unlike the Great Pharaoh and the others, but you are the closest to them. So I think you may know something!"

Mitchell smiled bitterly: "Yes, although I can't have energy, I am an agent of the Great Pharaoh in this world. So... I will grow old, sick and die, and I can't even cure my own leg pain."

"Even the Great Pharaoh and the others couldn't cure him?" Zhen Fan was a little surprised.

"Yes, this is not their area of ​​expertise! They are better at manipulating people's souls and controlling energy for offense or defense. I don't know what they know, but it must be besides treating various diseases.

Things. You have to know that energy is not omnipotent, the key is to use the people who can use it!"

"You do have good knowledge!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Now can you tell me, where does that evil energy come from?"

"Do you know about Area 51?" Mitchell did not answer Zhen Fan's words directly. Instead, he asked Zhen Fan a very strange question. Area 51?

Zhen Fan has heard of it, and it often appears in movies. Even last year, the President of the United States admitted that there was a so-called Area 51 in the United States, but it was the first special department to study aliens, and it was just an ordinary military

Base? No one knows this.

"What does this have to do with District 51?" Zhen Fan said in surprise.

"Of course it does matter!" Mitchell was silent for a while, and then he seemed to have made up his mind and said to Zhen Fan, "Area 51 does exist, but it is not a special department that studies so-called aliens, nor is it a special department that studies so-called aliens.

What a military base, but an institution that studies a mysterious mineral that has existed for many years."

"Studying mysterious ores?" Zhen Fan was stunned, "Meteorites?"

"Yes, it's a meteorite. One piece fell in an area in Lincoln County, southern Nevada, ninety-three miles northwest of downtown Las Vegas. Another piece fell in the Atlantic Ocean, and its whereabouts are still unknown. The Navy was dispatched

Several warships were detected, but they could not be detected."

"Okay, can we keep the story short?" Zhen Fan didn't really want to hear these science fiction stories.

"Well, okay, I'll make it shorter." Mitchell nodded, "The people who participated in the study of meteorites back then were all top scientists. Two of them were the main people in charge, and one was a physicist.

Benjamin Wallace, and Sid Fritsch, the astronomer.”

The incident of falling meteorites occurred more than a hundred years ago, and the discovery of meteorites was a matter of the U.S. government in the 1930s. At that time, some scientists detected that meteorites had a mysterious energy, so the government launched an investigation into meteorites.

However, the good times did not last long, and the meteorite was finally divided into three pieces during the development. One piece was in the hands of Wallace, one was in the hands of Fritsch, and the third piece has been placed in the laboratory.

No one could figure out whether the energy came from the meteorite, but Wallace and Fritsch disappeared mysteriously a few months later, and then a man living in the dark appeared in Los Angeles, not far from Nevada.

Organization, the owner of mysterious energy composed of several great pharaohs and many pharaohs. And there is another obstacle that exists in a more hidden life, and that is the organization that Jennifer met.

It seems that there is really some trouble this time!

"Furthermore... the genes of these people who have been radiated by meteorites will mutate as a result. Maybe some of the legends are false, but they can be true if they have been circulated for so long, such as werewolves and vampires... After all, it has been a hundred years since meteorites fell on the world.

It has been many years since these stories began to circulate in the world more than a hundred years ago!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled helplessly!