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Of course, the so-called "mind control" needs to pay a price - one's own lifespan!

The more you want to dominate the strong, the more life you need to consume. People like Lao Wang who have broken through the first bottleneck of human limits and practiced "King Kong" are basically unable to be controlled by their minds.

Fortunately, most of the current powerful lords are not very powerful.

Maybe it's because most of the dignitaries are old men in their seventies and eighties. With the advent of the supernatural era, they started to practice on the same starting line. They are too old and it is too late.

Or maybe, because the operating mechanism of earth civilization has not changed much, power and money are still more important than personal strength.

All in all, this group of people at the top of the pyramid does not have high personal combat power, and the probability of success in mind control is very high.

"Then let's part here, Ms. Jenny, and treat you to dinner next time."

Lao Wang bid farewell to Miss Jenny, who looked resentful and didn't find out any information, took a deep breath, turned and walked into a room.

"Lao Zhang's letter arrived so early?" Qin Yiwei said with a smile.

He is 60 years old this year, and he has also broken through a bottleneck of the human limit, which is the most difficult "spiritual" level.

In theory, breaking through the "spiritual" bottleneck will increase the lifespan the most.

But in order to accomplish certain goals, his aging rate is much faster than imagined.

"Yes, Lao Zhang's battery is broken, and the computer is also broken. It is the most painful thing for him."

Old Wang shook his head, still feeling a little funny: "People's joys and sorrows are really different. I have been thinking, what should I do if he opposes our plan here, he is so strong... one person can We toppled them all."

"If he was here, he wouldn't be so strong." Qin Yiwei said with a smile, "If he were here, we don't have to worry so much. With him alone, we can directly explore the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, so what's the use now so."

"That's true..." Wang Fumin shook his head.

Qin Yiwei said: "Sometimes, I also want to write a letter to communicate with him, but I don't have any friendship. Maybe he doesn't bother to talk to me at all."

"If you just speak official words, he really doesn't bother to talk to you. If you say you want to marry your daughter to him, maybe he will write back to you." Old Wang laughed, "The premise is that you have a daughter. "

"I don't have any children... Even if I have a daughter, it will be difficult to survive after I die. After all, a person like me will definitely be infamous after death." Qin Yiwei smiled wryly, "I plan to spend A hundred years of life, to mind control those powerful people."

"With the unconditional support of these people, our follow-up will go much smoother."

"A hundred-year lifespan?"

"Don't worry, even if you lose a hundred years, you still have a long time to live, enough to change a lot..."

Qin Yiwei patted Wang Fumin's shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, it will be successful... But don't think that it will be done in one battle. There are many things that need to be spent slowly."

"Cultural conflicts, religious conflicts, language confusion, complicated writing, these problems ahead, even if I control 10,000 or 100,000 people, it will be useless."

"It will take time to resolve these difficulties."

"Old Wang, even if we succeed this time, it's only a second step, and there's no way to accomplish it all in one battle."

After saying this, he walked out of the room and into the spacious corridor.

There are a lot of staff in the headquarters, pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and there are also a large number of soldiers with guns with serious expressions standing on their posts.

Anyone who comes here needs to show their ID. Reporters, politicians, scientists, as well as some consortium leaders, managers of multinational companies, etc., are also quite noisy.

"Hey, young people, how are you."

Sitting in a wheelchair facing him was an old man named Olofo, who was ninety-three years old and one of the real power controllers of the Communist Party of China.

With the advent of the supernatural era, these old people who were not long-lived have gradually regained their vitality. Ordinary people can live to be a hundred years old. Even if these powerful people have no cultivation talent, it is not a big problem to live to be a hundred and twenty years old.

"Hello, Mr. Orofo, how have you been recently?" Qin Yiwei greeted with a smile.

"Thanks to the emergence of supernatural science, and thanks to the breathing technique taught by Mr. Zhang, I can occasionally stand up and walk a few steps by myself."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, hello!" Olofo stood up and shook hands with them, "As a friend of Mr. Zhang, you can live until the day he comes back."

"Hello, Chairman." Wang Fumin said, "Who knows when he will come back?"

In the eyes of outsiders, it is a normal scene of conversation.

But few people know that this Orofo has been controlled by the mind for many years.

The ability of mind control does not make the "controlled person" lose their subjective initiative, but just injects a goal with "hypnotic power" into their subconscious mind.

For this goal, the controlled will not hesitate to pay any price!

Of course, too outrageous goals will make the accused fall into a state of irrationality, and make others suspect the matter of "mind control".

Therefore, Qin Yiwei was very careful and only announced some very obscure tasks that could be done.

The "goal" he announced this time is...with Orofo's own prestige and reputation, to convene political leaders from all over the world to participate in this closed-door meeting!

It's a small, easy thing to do.

Even the first general chairman "should" be Olofo himself.

Qin Yiwei is just a secretary-general.

As a result, the old man fell into a subtle frenzy. He believed that his subjective initiative had played a role, and he didn't know the fact that he was controlled by his mind. The convening of the closed-door meeting also has a lot to do with Orofo's prestige.

"Several, this way please." Lao Wang waved his hand.

In this luxurious meeting room, there is a large round table with exquisite fruits and desserts on display.

Compared with the 10,000-level Great Hall, this meeting room can only accommodate more than a hundred people for a meeting, which looks a bit small, but this room has the most luxurious defense capabilities.

The concrete of the wall alone is 2 meters thick, which can resist the attack of shells, and a mineral called "jade yellow stone" is laid on the inner wall.

Scientists have discovered that the "Jade Yellowstone" from the bottom of the mysterious area can isolate most of the supernatural fluctuations, so it has become a very good defensive building material.

The so-called closed-door meeting naturally has to close the door to speak.

Powerful bodyguards are not allowed to enter.

Wang Fumin was not high enough to attend this kind of meeting, so he quietly stood outside the door.

The image of acupuncture-guided acupuncture and moxibustion of "human respiration" just hung on the wall, and many superpower bodyguards were chatting and laughing nearby.

"You said, how did the headquarters get in touch with Mr. Zhang? Many of the technological advancements over the years are ideas provided by Mr. Zhang!"

"It may be some kind of strange object, or it may be someone with superpowers. Anyway, this is a high-level secret, and it is impossible for the headquarters to disclose it."

After so many years, no one has reached the level shown by Lao Zhang in the mirage.

But everyone knows that he is still alive, and there is some way to communicate with him on this side of the earth, and he is not completely disconnected, which has brought a lot of gossip fun.

"Mr. Wang, don't even you know?"

Wang Fumin was also leisurely, chatting with these superpowers: "How could I know...Mr. Zhang didn't even bother to reply to letters from some dignitaries, how could he pay attention to me, a nominally powerful person on Earth? You can kill me with your fingers!"

"Haha... But you don't have to belittle yourself."

Facing the flattery of these people, Lao Wang quietly put his right hand into his pocket and picked up a remote control.

As long as you press the button, a drone attack that has been premeditated will come!

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In the small room full of light, all the members came together, and Orofo, who was sitting in the center, coughed and spoke enthusiastically.

Like the necessity and urgency of global cooperation, effectively reducing internal friction among countries and enhancing cooperation.

I heard that everyone lacked interest, but the old man himself was immersed in the beauty of power, and he couldn't stop making long speeches.

"Chairman, please tell me something important. There are no reporters here..." A blond man signaled.

Olofo also happened to be a little tired from speaking, took a sip of water, and signaled Secretary-General Qin Yiwei to speak.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen."

"Some time ago, we received an electromagnetic wave signal from the mysterious area, which means that we are not the only technological civilization in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods." Qin Yiwei cleared his throat, "This is a very urgent practical problem. When we lose advantage, what should we do in the future?"

"First of all, we must consider an important assumption. If technological civilization can survive for a long time and cooperate with each other, then in theory, electromagnetic wave signals should be densely distributed in the mysterious area."

"But now, in 20 years, we have only received an electromagnetic wave signal once."

"Everyone should be able to imagine what this means: either civilizations cannot cooperate, or technological civilizations cannot survive for a long time. Either way, it does not indicate a wonderful future."

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room, but the news was a bit dry.

"Our scientific researchers have deciphered this signal. It is not a language, but a mathematically drawn image."

"Images are the universal language, and we can easily understand what's in them."

Having said that, Qin Yiwei sent the deciphered image to the big screen at the front desk.

I saw a falling moon painted on the image, with just a few strokes, the moon gave people a hideous feeling.

Under the moon, things like bubbles floated on the sea.

Some stickman-like life forms are celebrating the moon's descent in the bubbles.

Outside the bubble, there are several ships of different shapes gathered together.