Although he was one of his witnesses, Long Yun had no idea of ​​the principle of the phenomenon of "superpower". He always felt that this was obviously an existence that surpassed the level of scientific understanding in the real world.

This is the case in mind. He has never seriously thought about the source of his superpowers and even his lovers, because he has no clue at all. But now, more and more superpowers have encountered. The unsuspectingness when he first met Su Xue, the little girl, has long gone. Whether it is the American pilot in the parallel world or the "Karif" in the real world, it is an elusive threat to him, and it also makes Long Yun very afraid.

"Everyone is a time traveler." This idea may be very bold, but like his own past experience, it is still an unsolved mystery.

However, unlike the entanglement just now, the answer to this question may be. Although Long Yun himself does not know it, he may know it from another perspective. Not only that, when he recalls now, the mysterious pilot in the parallel world is also indifferent after encountering him, and the confrontation and pursuit in the "dead city" seems to be confident. Why is he so calm?

Attitude actually reflects thinking, and this is what makes Long Yun find the right direction.

Sitting at a height of 10,000 meters, flying over the dangerous peak and encountering a slight turbulent Boeing 757, extremely tired due to long-term thinking. Long Yun, who was tired from the journey, finally closed his eyes and began to take a nap. His emotions have indeed calmed down a lot, because compared with the boundlessness just now, he has found two keys to uncover the mystery.

"Karif", or "mysterious pilot". Some intuition is telling him that unlike the confused and ignorant self, these two mysterious characters may know more. Then, just find these two superpowers in the real world or in the parallel world, right?

You can interrogate some situations, right? But at this moment, where are these guys with secret movements?

...

At midnight, the moon was cold in the western border of China. The sky was full of stars, and the white passenger plane was still passing through the night sky.

After a long thought, I felt very tired because of the distant journey. The young people on the journey had entered a deep dream and then traveled again.

However, at this moment, another line on the trajectory of fate is leaving a new mark in the real world.

At 2 p.m., the capital of Bolivia, La Paz.

It is midsummer, La Paz, a plateau city located in the western part of the Plurinational State of Bolivia, facing the lake from its neighbor Peru a few dozen kilometers west. It seems like experiencing early spring all year round, and the Andes Plateau, which exceeds 3,600 meters above sea level, makes the capital's climate cool and pleasant. Of course, this is only for the summer in January.

At this time of day, La Paz, with a population of millions, is still in the hustle and bustle. The mountains are distributed on a large area of ​​gentle to steep highlands. There are low buildings everywhere, and there are some main urban areas with strange-looking tall buildings. The tones are roughly red and brown. Beautiful skyscrapers, colonial churches, presidential palaces and other administrative office buildings are distributed in the canyons of the city, and large areas of residential areas and slums are located on the high ground.

On the busy streets, there are many pedestrians coming and going, and tourists stopping and watching. Located in the Bolivian Presidential Palace on San Juan Avenue, in front of the main entrance of a light-toned symmetrical building, there are also many tourists at this time.

When they arrived at the world's highest capital, many tourists who had just arrived here were amazed by this "city on a cliff". In the summer, they wore thick coats or shirts to take photos everywhere. Mixed between groups of tourists, guides and hawkers selling miscellaneous goods, a man with a medium figure, wearing a round sun hat and mask seemed to be careless about the things around him. He was carrying an "expo" logistics suitcase in his hand. He walked through a street alley, through a black painted iron fence gate and entered the backyard of the Presidential Palace.

Entering the Presidential Palace, which covers a wide area and has a colonial style, walks along the gravel-paved path towards the central building. The man in a dark blue uniform quickly attracted the attention of a patrol security guard.

Seeing someone walking along the road, the sturdy black security guard tilted his head and looked here, but did not make any obstacles. He nodded slightly to the people, and the man dressed as a logistics company employee did not project his eyes at all. He just walked through the open ground with a slow pace, as if he was missing the camera at the corner of the wall, and pushed open an oak door and entered the interior of the building.

At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, in the office on the second floor of the Presidential Palace, the leader of the Republic of Bolivia was still working at his desk, but a rhythmic knock on the door came from his ears.

"Who? Is it Alva? Come in!"

He is fluent in Spanish, but he is calling his personal assistant in Aimala. The President is not very skilled in such a "country language". Of course, this does not prevent him from defeating all his competitors and becoming the supreme leader of this plateau country.

After making a sound, he ignored the knock on the door, and the president continued to focus on the desk in front of him.

The spacious carved wooden desk with an exquisite laptop on it, but the secret documents opened on the screen made the President feel a little anxious. As a current head of government who has recently come to power and is not very stable, like all the guys who have sat in this seat before, the middle-aged man with a frown and a cigar on his mouth is also thinking about how to deal with those ignorant poor people who are ready to move, what new bills to appease the dissatisfied opposition parties of Sucre, and what position to appoint to repay his strong support for his military.

Oh, all these things are easy to deal with. The most urgent thing is the abominable rebels, especially the "that guy" and his terrorist organization-

"Mr. President."

“…?”

Unlike the expected "Alva", a slightly hoarse greeting came from his ears. The president staring at the screen suddenly turned his face. He saw a man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a dark blue work clothes, holding a box with the word "expo" in his hand. Is this a courier from where he came from? How did he?

"Don't you want to say hello to me, Your Excellency President, Mr. Jose Balivian?"

"Who are you?"

A stranger suddenly appeared in front of him, and was in the heavily guarded presidential palace. In his private office, Jose Balivian immediately felt threatened. While he raised his face and questioned the visitor in Spanish, he raised his hand to the alarm button under the desktop.

Too bad, where did this guy come from? It’s not the killer sent by those rioters!

His eyes were fixed on the "courier" who was not astonishing. Seeing that the visitor had no reaction, he seemed to have not noticed his actions at all. President Balivian pressed the button with his finger and waited for the guard to rush in to subdue the man. However, he sat in a high-backed soft chair for a full minute, but he didn't hear anything. At this time, the man in work clothes slowly spoke with unconcealed mockery on his face:

"Mr. Balivian, your appointments and removals, um, I'll take a look... Let 'Guarveto' be the prosecutor general, that old fool with a fat heart, really doesn't matter if you do this."

"What--?"

He was just thinking about the candidate for the judicial department, but now he was told by someone. Balivian, who had wide eyes, looked at the visitor in astonishment. He felt stiff all over and even swallowing became difficult. Professional politicians who had been living in Bolivia for many years did feel the cold threat of being close at hand, but for a moment he couldn't even speak.

At this moment, a dull explosion sounded, instantly breaking the silence in the office.

The Presidential Palace of La Paz, located in the city canyon area, was originally very quiet in the noisy mansion separated from the courtyard wall, but now it suddenly became noisy. Accompanied by sudden explosions, gunshots, shouts and the "boom--" explosion sounded from time to time, Jose Balivian was very frightened. His neck turned slightly stiffly, trying to see the noisy situation outside the window, but his eyes were inseparable from the face of the man in front of him. He still couldn't recognize him at all. Who was the person who suddenly appeared in the office and had a clear understanding of his inner thoughts.

However, he no longer needs to guess anything.

With the gunfire and explosion, he raised his hand and took off a round hat buckled on his head. Facing the terrified president, the man finally showed a smile:

"Surprised, Jose Balivian?

Looking through the past of this country, tsk, over the past 100 years, there have been more than 210 coups, and a total of more than 80 presidents have emerged. Speaking of which, I really don’t know that the number of presidents is much less than the number of coups. Most of the time, who sits here to give orders to everyone?

Hum... What kind of rule is this? I said, are you mortals unable to live any life without disputes?"

"What, what does it mean..."

“—Nothing interesting.”

While speaking, he took out a shiny Magnum revolver with no warning, pulled the hammer with his fingers, and slowly pressed it against Balivian's cold sweaty forehead, but he was not in a hurry to pull the trigger. The man's smile suddenly became clearer, and there was a hint of unconcealable pride in his tone:

"Mr. President, don't panic, you have to participate in the next thing.

I, General Head of the Bolivia National Front, Raul Menendez, now announced in the name of the people, immediately, to requisition all your rights, and the entire estado_p日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本日本�

ps:Note: estado_p nacional_de_polivia, Spanish, Plurinational State of Bolivia.
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