"What?" Meng Shaoyuan was startled.

"Think about it, Sun Wukong might be a superpower with super powers." Tian Qi said enthusiastically: "His Hei Dou Yun might have been transferred by his mind. As soon as he used his mental power, he disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

Seventy-two transformations? That is the most powerful makeup technique. Moreover, Sun Wukong must have practiced the martial arts to the extreme, and no one can be his opponent. If this is not a superpower, who is? "

Meng Shaoyuan was stunned when he heard this.

That's right, those of my generation who watched the TV series "Journey to the West" have had a kind of hero worship for Sun Wukong since childhood.

But Tian Qi?

He actually fucking admires Sun Wukong so much?

"Right? Right?"

Tian Qi, who had always been calm, turned red with excitement: "It must be like this, it must be like this. Do you think Sun Wukong is still alive now?"

"Lao Qi." Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "I suggest you take the time to go to the hospital to have your brain checked."

Wherever Tian Qi goes, it doesn’t matter what he is talking about.

Well, after the young master explained it like this, everything made sense.

Sun Wukong must be real.

Everyone grows up from a child.

Every child has a dream when he is a teenager.

When I reached adulthood, the pressure of life caused this dream to be hidden deep in my heart.

But once there is a chance to be released, the dreams of boyhood will surge out of the brain.

It may look ridiculous, but who can laugh?

Pursuing dreams, even unrealistic dreams, is a happy thing.

"Don't think about your Sun Wukong now." Meng Shao was originally afraid that Tian Qi would be possessed: "I'm telling you this because I want you to help me investigate some things as soon as possible, and the more detailed the better."

Tian Qi agreed, but now, all he can think about is Sun Wukong and those superpowers.

Meng Shaoyuan probably never dreamed that today's casual chat with Tian Qi would have such a big impact on Tian Qi.

In 1947, the U.S. Department of Defense and the CIA jointly established a secret research group, and Tian Qi became one of the leaders.

This organization existed for a full thirty years, and was eventually replaced by the "Psychic Agent Group".

Code name:

Scanner!

Over the past thirty years, Tian Qi collected and mastered a large amount of top-secret information and handed it all to Meng Shaoyuan.

As for the purpose of Meng Shaoyuan's information, it is naturally self-evident.

…

Victor Baix.

This is the name of this young white man.

Victor prepared authentic steak for Jonathan.

Jonathan ate with satisfaction.

This is more delicious than any other food.

After the meal, Jonathan drank coffee that he had not seen for a long time and smoked a cigar.

At this time, Jonathan was truly completely relaxed.

Faced with a white man, what else do you have to worry about?

"You are wasteful, Jonathan." Victor stared at his companion: "What happened?"

"Something terrible."

Obviously, Jonathan had lingering fears: "I was almost killed."

He talked in detail about what he had experienced in the past few days.

Of course, he didn't tell the secret of the hidden treasure.

Although the other party is also white, after all, they have only just met.

Victor's brows knitted together: "Jonathan, you seem to be in a huge trouble."

Jonathan nodded.

"There are some things I think I should tell you." Victor said slowly: "Moroso defected."

"Who is he?" Jonathan was startled.

"One of General MacArthur's trusted staff." Victor said with a serious tone: "But it turned out that he was a latent spy for the Japanese, codenamed 'Coconut Tree'."

Jonathan only felt a little frightened.

Victor continued: "Not only that, I suspect there are a large number of lurkers within the Bureau of Strategic Intelligence. Your being hunted down is probably related to the Bureau of Strategic Intelligence."

This is what worries Jonathan the most.

If it were just the guerrillas chasing after them, they wouldn't be that powerful.

There must be a mysterious force dealing with him.

Now, Victor's words confirmed his fears.

When Victor said this, he fell silent, and after a while he suddenly asked: "Jonathan, tell me, are you worthy of my trust?"

Jonathan stared at him: "I trust you, and I hope you can trust me as much as I trust you."

"There must be something wrong with the Southwest Pacific Theater of the Office of Strategic Intelligence." Victor said: "There are some powerful figures who are manipulating a huge conspiracy. Jonathan, I have some evidence, but this evidence is not yet available.

It's not enough to make a decisive change.

Moreover, I have to admit with frustration that I am just a little person, and the object of my suspicion has huge energy, which is not something a little person like me can compete with. Jonathan, I will try my best to protect your safety, but, in

Before I dig out this conspiracy, please don’t trust anyone.”

He smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I lied to you. Maybe I can't even protect myself, so how can I protect you? But this is my mission. I promise, if a bullet is shot at you,

Then the person who takes the bullet for you must be me!"

At this moment, Jonathan couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, but he still asked: "Who is the person you suspect?"

There was another long silence.
Chapter completed!