Sitting on the armed helicopter, all armed gunmen were all armed, looking at Zuo Zhicheng with a nervous look on his face. Zuo Zhicheng could even feel their hearts beating rapidly, obviously they were extremely alert to him.

More than twenty minutes later, the armed helicopter landed on the runway of an airport, and a jet was already waiting there. Zuo Zhicheng boarded the plane under the gaze of hundreds of soldiers.

Then he flew again, landed, and boarded the helicopter again.

When Zuo Zhicheng walked off the helicopter again, what appeared in front of him was a huge pure white house - the White House.

Next to the apron, there were already prepared bodyguards in black, soldiers wearing power armor, and several officials.

Zuo Zhicheng's eyes swept across several power armors. This latest war weapon can provide users with power and speed beyond their imagination. With a high-circumference wavelength knife, penetrating electromagnetic rifle and u238 bullets, each of which is a killing machine that can hit ten to ten.

Even with Zuo Zhicheng's current combat power, he must be careful when encountering such a pair of soldiers wearing power armor.

The group followed Zuo Zhicheng, and led by a beautiful blonde female secretary, Zuo Zhicheng walked into the White House. Busy officials, soldiers, nervous-looking soldiers and bodyguards could be seen everywhere.

Two powerful armored soldiers followed Zuo Zhicheng without hesitation, lowered his head and entered the White House study with his body sideways.

There, a slender back had been waiting for a long time.

Zuo Zhicheng glanced around the scene, and he had seen all kinds of ambushings in the open and secret areas.

After looking at the woman with her back to him and looking at the window, Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "You just want to talk to me? Don't you think there are too many people around you?"

"Haha, there is nothing to do about this. If there is not enough force, I'm afraid you won't talk to me well, although these force has no practical significance."

The woman turned around, her long black hair tied into a simple ponytail. Her face looked over thirties, her chest was swollen wrapped in a white shirt, and her long and straight legs were wrapped in black stockings and short skirts.

After seeing Zuo Zhicheng, the woman smiled and said, "Welcome. I am the current president of the United States, you can call me Alikshia."

Zuo Zhicheng frowned. He didn't remember the US president, or that important person in American politics, such a beautiful woman. And from the other party's simple words just now, he also judged something.

"Don't the so-called Nether Sea here really exist?"

"Not bad." Yalikshia said cheerfully: "To be precise, the place you are now has four main groups, namely the lower layer of the Nether Sea, the middle layer of the White Moon, the upper layer of the Ark, and the top layer of the Gods."

"As for the Nether Sea, before the first apocalypse, all the human consciousnesses that were believed to be necessary to be preserved were collected. The artificial hell created had a total of 5.8 million human consciousnesses. Their memories, emotions, personalities, and everything about them was perfectly preserved."

"So this is a virtual world?" Zuo Zhicheng asked.

"Is it virtual? Maybe. But when all feelings and memories are no different from reality, what is the difference between reality and falsehood?"

The information Yalikshia said suddenly was too much. Zuo Zhicheng was silent for several minutes before asking again: "How much do you know about where I came?"

"It's still the earth, but I don't know the specific time." Yaliksia said: "Don't worry, we have a lot of time to chat slowly. I know you must have a lot of questions, but in fact I am too."

Zuo Zhicheng thought for a while and asked again: "What was the first apocalypse you just mentioned?"

"Mankind has to take various ways to survive the disaster caused by an accident." Yaliksia shrugged: "But I can't tell you what kind of disaster it is. But I can tell you why you can't tell you."

These words sounded a little confused, but Zuo Zhicheng heard some implicit sounds, and he asked, "Why?"

"You should know the concept of parallel worlds, right? Every choice, every success or failure, will produce different parallel worlds."

"Wait, this theory is just a theory, right?" Zuo Zhicheng frowned.

"What do you think?" Yalikshia smiled and continued: "Observation and action lead to the birth of a new parallel world, and the truth of the entire event you want to know now is too amazing, before you reach the realm of simile deification or the unity of man and nature.

If you tell these truths, there is no benefit, but it will lead to new choices and create more parallel worlds that are very unfavorable to our current situation."

One question seems to involve more problems. Zuo Zhicheng stared at Yalikshia and said, "Even if the so-called parallel world is real, then what are the so-called simile deification and the unity of man and nature? Can they avoid the birth of parallel worlds?"

"Yes." Yalikshia gave a definite answer without hesitation.

Looking at Zuo Zhicheng's frown, the corners of her mouth were raised, as if she was watching a confused child, she said slowly: "The same choice, machines can maintain the same results in a thousand times, but humans will produce several different answers because of various relationships. Most of the matter in this world is the same, because the world we live in is a world of probability.

Metamorphosis or the unity of man and nature is to remove all uncertain components in consciousness and achieve a similar but far exceeding the mechanical mind and ruthless thinking pattern. According to Eastern culture, such people are the same mind and combined with knowledge and action, and will never be confused or hesitant. Their hearts and will are so-called immortality.

Only by grasping the present can you control the future. Only after being imitated and being able to grasp the thinking and choices of every minute and every second of the present can you truly grasp the present. Only by grasping the present and making every choice within your own control can you control the future.

After reaching the simile deification, we can confirm that your divine camp belongs to us, so that we can tell you the truth and ensure that the parallel world that is not conducive to ours will not be born."

Although Alikshia's answer is a bit complicated and complicated, Zuo Zhicheng still understood a little: "Is the parallel world of anthropology principle? I have a view on whether this theory is correct or not.

Regardless of the correctness of this theory, if it is according to my habits.

If I were to squeeze your neck with one hand now, would you tell me the truth?"

When Zuo Zhicheng said this, the two power armored warriors behind him immediately moved, and Gao Zhoubo's sword, which emitted a fluorescent light, pressed against Zuo Zhicheng's side from left to right. (To be continued...)
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