"Oh, they are in a hurry...Forget it, I'm just a little curious about the third theory of relativity, hahaha, don't you often think about formulas?"

President Clinton has a bold and generous smile. He combines the wisdom of a politician with the strength and ability of a soldier. He has a heart-warming temperament.

After George left and closed the door, Mr. President turned cold and glanced at the Amazing Spider-Man doll that his wife had given him the day before yesterday. The disdain in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

Soon, through the "eggshell" right eye of "Spider-Man", a staff member in a secret room saw the president beginning to do eye exercises.

"I'm under suspicion. Recently, the FBI is like a Shiba Inu smelling rotten meat. It's overly excited. Moreover, powerful people in politics and the military seem to have gradually begun to maintain an alienated relationship with me..."

In the meeting room of the Skrull warship on the far side of the moon, General Pabok listened to Clinton's story expressionlessly.

After he finished speaking, Fang nodded and said: "Thank you for your hard work. Hey, the incident between Hydra and Ronan happened. Not only the United States, but also the military of other countries have similar investigation activities. In the 115 incident, although you will

The responsibilities are completely shirked, but you entered the nuclear bomb password, and you were the one who acted most decisively, so you will definitely be suspected later."

Clinton nodded and said bitterly: "I don't understand. The government has almost legislated the massacre of mutants, and the Sentinels have even launched missile attacks... Why can Payne be so restrained even when it has reached that point?"

"Hey, so Payne, who is so capable and aware of current affairs, has replaced Spider-Man as our first kill!" General Pabok sighed.

"Has there been any information related to the third theory of relativity from old Howard?" Clinton asked, changing the subject.

"Don't worry about that formula. The super optical brain on our main ship has calculated that there is no result at all, or in other words, the third theory of relativity conjecture is meaningless after derivation. Old Howard also assured me that the so-called Einstein's conjecture is that the United States

The smoke bombs deliberately created by the government are probably intended to confuse us aliens."

Pabok spread his hands and said mockingly: "But among the alien civilizations capable of interstellar navigation, which one does not have a supercomputer? Wouldn't you understand everything after just one derivation?"

"That's it!" Clinton nodded and said with relief: "No wonder, no wonder the timing of its appearance was so clever. As soon as Ronan appeared in Yellowstone Park, the formula suddenly appeared... No wonder, the Nobel Committee personally wrote a written commitment

, as long as that Maya Hansen deduces the formula to 10,000 steps, she will win the Nobel Prize in Physics next year. It turns out that no one can complete that derivation at all."

"That Maya Hansen again?"

General Paboke curled his lips, feeling very disgusted, and said sarcastically: "That Earth female is indeed a low-level life form. Regardless of whether the third theory of relativity exists or not, she should have understood the huge technological gap between Earth civilization and interstellar civilization through the Ronan incident.

, at least have some sense of crisis, right?

At this time, shouldn’t I be devoting everything I have to the future of the earth? I’m still obsessed with my own selfish desires and will only work if I get the promise of an award.”

"Oh, General, all the people on earth have this kind of virtue!"

President Clinton's eyes were wise and deep, and he sighed in a tone of experience: "It is extremely unwise to understand the thoughts of lower creatures from the perspective of higher beings. Especially people on earth, they often do things that make us feel incredible.

For example, after the 115 incident, Bolivar, who was regarded as a great man of the generation, was dismissed from his post and investigated, and even his private Trask company was confiscated and supervised.

Did he do something wrong? Not at all. In the last incident, his response was flawless, and all his actions were decisive and wise to the extreme.

It's a pity that those politicians, those capitalists who lost most of their wealth, still regard him as a scapegoat... Today, such a hero is detained in the Pentagon.

Instead, it's scoundrels like Stryker... Alas, he not only acts as the president's lackey behind Bolivar's back, but also colludes with the military. I only guessed this through the military's opinions on his handling.

."

"Okay, don't mention what happened before. The plan to 'snatch the snake in the grass' has been prepared. You should immediately find an excuse to go to the Ministry of Defense. Remember, after this moment, the main ship's signal will be silent for 3-6 months. During this period,

It’s all up to you lurkers. Again, be careful and save yourselves!”

...

Speaking of Maya, they originally agreed to stay in Washington for one night and then attend Professor Taylor's seminar the next morning.

Well, it’s the conference Secretary Smith mentioned last time that invited physicists from around the world to discuss Einstein’s conjecture.

But because of the Clinton incident, Maya had no choice but to follow Reid to visit the Pentagon.

The Pentagon is the office location of the United States Department of Defense. It is shaped like a regular pentagon and is five stories high.

Maya is now walking in the "Memorial Corridor" on the third floor, admiring MacArthur's corn cob pipe through the glass wall.

"What's so good about a pipe is that it's just a prop used by MacArthur to show off and hide his emotions."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Maya.

Looking back, Maya exclaimed: "Bolivar, uh, sorry, I was really surprised. Mr. Trask, why are you, uh, sweeping the floor here?"

The person who spoke before was indeed the Sentinel boss Bolivar, but at this time he looked completely different from before.

The original suit and ties turned into a gray robe. Well, look at the cross hanging on his chest. It seems that he is wearing a priest's robe?!

His gray hair was scattered and hanging down on his forehead, his eyes were dull, his face was wrinkled, and his beard was unkempt, and it was obvious that he had not groomed him for a long time.

Well, he was still holding a wet mop in his hand, and there was a half-meter-high iron bucket next to him.

"Hehehe, what, are you surprised?"

While mopping the floor, Bolivar laughed at himself: "Now, who in the United States doesn't know that I, Bolivar Trask, am a big devil? It's me who kills mutants, it's me who frantically drops nuclear bombs on Manhattan, it's me

, directly led to the 115 tragedy...

Alas, most of the 115 miserable deaths are big capitalists who have failed investment. Well, the land in front of my building is red, all of which are the credit of hundreds of bankruptcy investors.

It has become a dangerous building and cannot be sold!

It’s me who has embarrassed the United States in the world... Tell me, should I feel lucky that I can just clean up the dust here safely?”

"This... I watched the news on TV. They said that you have been imprisoned by the government and will be sent to the electric chair soon... It really surprises me to see you living so well now."

The Mayan elder said honestly.

Uh, do you, a little girl, have any sympathy? The old man is like this, and it’s not miserable enough that he has to sit in the electric chair? Could it be that I, Bolivar, have spent my whole life fighting for ordinary people like you, and now I have lost everything?

The ending referred to?

Bolivar was a little uneasy.
Chapter completed!