Super Black Technology

"Sir, someone interfered, we lost our target!"

Hughes frowned, and said in a deep voice, "British Military Intelligence?"

"No! It wasn't written by British agents, it seems to be 'Rothschild', but I have no proof!"

What? ! Fuck! Fuck him!

Hughes angrily threw the phone on the ground, and the phone fell apart.

...

On a train bound for Mexico.

A brown-haired beauty was on the phone in the bathroom, she was the blonde reporter, her hair color changed.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

Moments later, the other person answered the phone. At this moment, the brown-haired beauty breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Mr. R. I have fulfilled your request!"

"Very good! 5 million US dollars will be transferred to your Swiss account immediately!"

"Mr. R, I'm sorry, I need to increase my salary, a total of 10 million!"

"Impossible! We have already discussed your reward..."

The other party seemed to want to say something, but the brown-haired beauty interrupted the other party directly: "Sir, this is my hard-earned money!"

As soon as this remark came out, the person on the other end of the phone fell silent for an instant.

Yes, this is indeed her hard-earned money. This time the Rothschild family can help her escape, but it doesn't mean that they can help her escape for a lifetime.

Facing the pursuit of the Watermelon Alliance, even Rothschild, the former financial emperor, did not dare to make another move. They can't afford to mess with the huge watermelon alliance.

"Okay! I agree! 10 million US dollars will be called to you immediately, I wish you peace!"

"Thank you, Mr. R. You are a good man!"

The phone hangs up.

The brown-haired beauty squatted on the toilet, her back was soaked.

Sudden!

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

At this moment, the brown-haired beauty was terrified, and her panic reached the limit.

"Who? Who?!" The beauty yelled sadly.

"Hello, I'm Mr. R's person, responsible for escorting you to leave."

The beauty breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door of the bathroom. At this moment, a dark pistol was aimed at her chest.

"Boom!"

The brown-haired beauty died on the spot, and endless blood spewed out...

"Jingle Bell!"

Mr. R's phone rang again.

"Hello, Mr. R, I've finished cleaning!"

"Very good! The 1 million dollars you want will be called immediately!"

"Thank you, sir!"

This is the capital predator! Ruthless, unjust, leave no evidence!

So Hughes angrily dropped his mobile phone directly, because he knew that even if he called to question him on the spot, the other party would not admit it. As for the evidence...

Hehehe!

...

Of course, no matter how these big crocodiles fight against each other and use their own methods, it is impossible to affect Ike.

It has been 8 years, and it has been 8 years since Ike was reborn in this world, and this time he finally succeeded. In other words, until today, he was truly successful.

From now on, Ike's life safety will be guaranteed unprecedentedly, even safer than that of Einstein. After all, the former Einstein and the fascist organization wanted to kill him and hurry up!

And Ike? Who else wants to kill him? Who else would dare to kill him?

No!

Because those who have the ability to kill him dare not kill him, and those who dare to kill him have no ability to kill him!

Now everyone is facing him, the only way is to win him over. Apart from this method, there is no other better way.

White House. State Dining Room.

Obama smiled and delivered a statement to the guests. As for the speech of the VIP, it was directly omitted by everyone.

What are you kidding? Who would dare to let that little guy speak now, didn't you see that he was crying so much just now?

Following Obama's welcome speech, the highest-profile White House dinner in history finally began.

The waiters lined up to deliver the beautiful and tasty food.

Not long after, nearly ten dishes of food were densely packed on each dining table.

"My God, why are there so many dishes today? The White House used to be very stingy!" A star who had attended a White House banquet was extremely surprised.

Hearing this, several senior officials at the same table glared at her.

What a fuss, don't you look at who is invited this time? In the past, the budget for the White House state banquet was only 500,000 US dollars, and it would be good to serve 5 dishes. And this time?

This time it was the Watermelon Alliance who paid the bill!

It's more money than the watermelon alliance, isn't this a draw? Do you know what the banquet budget they gave this time?

25 million! A full 25 million US dollars!

Look at the wine bar in front of you, the 92-year Royal Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, a bottle of 500,000 US dollars.

Look at the mineral water in the cup in front of your companion. It is a bottle of mineral water worth 2,000 US dollars (equivalent to more than 10,000 RMB).

"Girls, cherish this opportunity! You may never have the chance to eat many things in your life! Even if you are a world-class star, you may not be able to buy them!" A senior official pointed out to the girls in a low voice.

As soon as this remark came out, all the female stars born in the 90s burst into tongues.

At this time, on the first table.

"Little Ike, come, your watermelon!" The first lady cut the watermelon slices on the plate and handed them to the little guy.

"Thank you ma'am!" Ike squinted his eyes, looking extremely happy. However, in his heart, he was about to vomit blood depressedly.

Nima, there are so many delicious things, why do you just ask me to eat watermelon?

For example, isn't the mushroom on that plate a giant white ground mushroom? Don't think that I didn't know much because I didn't read much in my previous life. I do know that giant white mushrooms are selected by auction every time.

And that caviar, it seems to be tens of thousands of dollars!

Damn it, I want to try it too, I haven't eaten it in my last life!

At this time, Mrs. Williams, who was beside her, watched her son finish eating a few pieces of watermelon, and then put another watermelon on his plate.

"Be good, Ike, eat quickly! Let you eat enough today!"

Ike: "..."

Please, you are my mother, why don't you stuff me with delicious food, just get me watermelon.

tragedy!

It seems that I have played the character of eating watermelon to the bone marrow. Hey, let's eat, let's eat, let's treat it as a watermelon feast today.

Do I eat watermelon slices, eat watermelon cubes, drink watermelon juice, spit watermelon seeds...

Well, no watermelon seed spit! The watermelon seeds have been picked out by the first lady and her own mother!

Half an hour later, just when Ike was about to throw up after eating watermelon.

Hasty footsteps sounded outside the state banquet hall.

who is it? Who is interrupting at such an important banquet, at such an important moment? The predators and high-ranking officials from all sides instantly raised their heads and looked at the door.

Moments later, a 37 or 8-year-old white man broke in.

It turned out to be him—Hughes!

Isn't he going to deal with the reporter's business? What are you doing rushing in now?

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, Hughes' face seemed a little gloomy.

Could it be that the reporter didn't deal with it cleanly? Even so, it seems that there is no need for a big shot like you to break into the banquet in a rude manner, right? !

What the hell happened? At this moment, the hearts of all the crocodiles and senior officials were tense.

But see: Hughes gave President Obama a wink, Obama got up immediately, apologized to all the guests, and followed Hughes out quickly.

"Just got word: Alice is coming!"

"What?!" Obama exclaimed in horror.

"Now she is on a flight from the UK to Boston and is due to arrive at 4am!"

What? How did she come so fast? Our "Operation Impact" has only just begun!

No, she must be stopped! We can't make wedding dresses for England! Obama was extremely firm in his heart.

A faint killing intent appeared on his face, and Obama looked at Hughes solemnly.

At this moment, Hughes also looked at Obama.

"Shouldn't you launch a missile and shoot down the British flight?!"

A question in a low voice is full of endless questions...

Killing intent!