I have a wizarding world

Southern Nevada, USA, is a basin surrounded by towering mountains.

In this place, there is a secret military base covering 155 square kilometers.

It has a famous name: Area 51.

Speaking of Area 51, the world can find countless legends about it, most of which are about UFOs and aliens.

In particular, the UFO crash in 1947 caused a worldwide sensation.

May 10th.

A black bulletproof armored vehicle slowly drove towards Area 51, which is a no-fly zone.

If you want to come here, you can only do so by driving. Any aircraft that dares to fly in the airspace of Area 51 will be shot down by the base.

As Air Force One stopped, a group of bodyguards in black suits escorted Trump out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Trump raised his head, glanced at the villa surrounded by green vines, and walked in firmly.

"Click!"

The door of the Green House was opened.

"I'm curious, how could you come again in such a short time?"

As soon as he walked in the door, a voice appeared in Trump's mind.

Trump was startled, obviously not very comfortable with this kind of communication that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Entering the hall.

A gray dwarf less than 1.2 meters tall came into view.

The gray man's torso was thin, but his head was very developed. The most impressive thing was his eyes, dark eyes, like a pool of deep stagnant water.

If you look directly into his eyes, you will have the illusion that your soul is trapped in them.

If Fang Cheng were here, he would definitely find that the mental power of the gray dwarf in front of him far exceeds that of ordinary people, reaching at least the level of a low-level wizard apprentice.

A typical alien appearance, and things are just as his appearance suggests, he is an alien.

It's just that his situation is not wonderful now. He has a special bomb tied to his arm. As long as he takes a step out of this villa, his body will be blown to pieces like shredded paper.

Just like the news reports, in 1947, an alien aircraft crashed here.

Along with that aircraft, there were a total of three aliens, one of whom was seriously injured and died on the spot.

The remaining two, one was killed for resisting, and the one in front of him is the only survivor.

He is now 248 years old.

"Mr. Lrum," Trump looked directly into the gray man's eyes and said coldly, "If you don't want to follow in your companion's footsteps, I advise you not to do this."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the gray dwarf stopped mentally inducing Trump.

"I wonder what you are here for? Dear Führer! I have already explained all the technology I can tell you."

There was no expression on Lrum's face, but there was a teasing tone in his voice.

"You need to know that the progress of any civilization cannot rely on one person. Besides, I am just an ordinary crew member."

"I'm here to see you, not for these." Trump's expression was calm. He didn't have a good look towards this alien visitor.

Of course, this is related to the fact that his companion caused a lot of casualties when he resisted.

"Then what is it for?" Lrum raised his head, and his slender voice sounded in Trump's mind.

Hearing this, Trump took a laptop from his assistant and turned it to face the gray dwarf alien.

"Back then, was your ship the only one that came to Earth?"

"This is..."

Lrum looked at the picture on the screen, his spirit constantly fluctuating, obviously, his emotions were very unstable.

"This is impossible, how could you build an artificial celestial body of this magnitude?!"

Lrum knows the United States' technological strength, especially its space capabilities, very well.

Many of the United States' space technologies were reverse-engineered from the crashed ship back then.

This huge space city in front of him is a huge project, not to mention Earth, even with the strength of their home planet.

According to the division of civilization levels, Earth is between an intra-stellar civilization and a planetary civilization.

That is, the peak of the legendary first-level civilization, and less than a second-level civilization.

With Earth's strength, how could it be possible to build this space city?!

This has reached the peak of a second-level civilization, or even close to a third-level civilization.

The intelligent creatures in the universe have a very complex classification of interstellar civilizations.

But there are traces to follow, basically based on the degree of energy utilization by this civilization, the flight speed of the spacecraft, and the star field occupied by this civilization, etc.

But as far as Lrum knows, Earth civilization has just entered the atomic energy era.

They can't even fly beyond neighboring planets, let alone fly out of the solar system.

How could such a civilization build such a huge space city? It's just like Arabian Nights.

"You also think that with Earth's civilization, it is impossible to build such a space city?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Lrum shook his head and said decisively, "Unless..."

"Unless, like us, they also have the help of an alien civilization!"

Hearing this, Lrum stretched out his four webbed fingers.

"Very likely, and the other party's civilization level is very high." Lrum said with a serious face, "Our Gray civilization is a third-level civilization, but we are not good at pure technology. Even we cannot easily build such a space city."

The Gray civilization takes the path of combining mental power and technology.

In the Gray civilization, any technological product is controlled by mental power. Even their vocal cords have degenerated, and even the way of communication is mental communication.

Even the Mobius civilization, whose mental power is far stronger than theirs, would not completely replace speaking with mental communication.

"Then, do you have any way to help us build more advanced spaceships, such as spaceships that can fly to Mars?"

"I said, Mr. President," Lrum smiled, "The development of any civilization cannot be achieved by one person. However, if you can give me the communicator on our spaceship..."

Hearing this, Trump took a deep look at Lrum, turned around and left.

Although the relationship between the United States and the Pasa Islands is not good, both are members of the human race on Earth.

The civilization level of the Gray people is obviously more advanced than that of Earth. Giving him back the communicator and summoning the Gray people's mother star fleet, he will become a sinner of the human race on Earth.

Trump would not do this, and no leader of a major country would do it.

In fact, Lrum's dead companion used mental power to seduce the president, trying to get the communicator, but was killed by the American military.

Perhaps after so many years, Lrum simply wants to return to his home planet, but no one dares to take this risk.

Lrum watched Trump leave the Green House, and his webbed palms clenched tightly.