Washington Special Administrative Region.

It was 7:30 in the morning.

The black bulletproof premium sedan turned out of Maine Avenue, shuttled through many vehicles, and finally slowly parked in front of a high-end office building.

The bodyguard in black uniform, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to guard and opened the car door, and welcomed a silver-haired old man to get out of the car with a cane. He looked up and saw the famous star sign of "Allen Martin Space Systems Company" was engraved in front of the office building.

As a Washington branch, although it is certainly not as large as a Maryland headquarters, it is actually more important at some point as a branch that lobbies Congress and the president.

In front of the old man, his skin was already covered with wrinkles, but this was not enough to affect his prestige. When he walked into the building, the bodyguards cleared the staff inside and allowed the old man to safely enter the elevator accompanied by the bodyguards.

The elevator went straight to the seventeenth floor and stopped.

For safety reasons, Washington does not allow large-scale construction of high-rise buildings. The 17th floor is already located at a height of the office building.

In this office that was especially left for the elderly, a blonde woman in professional clothes respectfully poured a cup of black tea for the elderly, and then quietly retreated.

The old man came to the floor-to-ceiling glass with a cane. From his direction, he could roughly see the Jefferson Memorial and the Washington Monument. Not far above them, that is the "White House" that symbolizes the most powerful national power on the planet.

The man who has been in charge of the White House for nearly eight years and is about to leave the most powerful throne of power on Earth should now hold a meeting in the "White House Situation Research Room".

Just as he was thinking, the secretary's voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Sir, it's someone who has an appointment with you waiting outside."

"Let him come up." The old man replied without hesitation.

"Yes, sir."

After a while, a knock came from the door.

"Please come in."

He is 1.75 meters tall, with a little black beard, a high nose bridge, and a dark secretion in the corners of his eyes. Although his appearance is not amazing, his slow movements make the visitor look like a very well-educated gentleman.

"No. 1, you are here."

Turning his head, the old man's voice suddenly changed from the old age just now to a tone without any emotional ups and downs.

"No. 2, it seems that I don't need to change your body."

The middle-aged man, who was called "No. 1" by the old man, his facial wrinkles quickly became smooth, like sudden ripples, spreading rapidly from beginning to end. At the last moment, he was still a middle-aged man with a bad appearance, but at the next moment he turned into a robot with silver-white metal all over his body and blue light flashing in his eyes.

"I didn't expect the assassination against this person to be so fierce, and the information on this aspect was not collected intact."

No. 2 replied calmly.

"I probably underestimated the sensitivity of Aron Desilio's identity."

No. 1 answered.

"Yes, he controls Aaron Martin Space Systems, as the world's largest arms dealer, and many humans hate him to the core."

On the 2nd, he did not continue to pay attention to this past thing, but put the matter on the other side: "The leader did not tell me that the CVB371 liquid metal has been developed and experimented successfully."

"The preliminary experiment was successful 17 hours and 23 minutes ago, but there are still some weaknesses and cannot use all CVB371 liquid metal..."

No. 1 said, revealing his metal palm, and layers of waves like mercury spread out, revealing the titanium metal hand bones inside.

"Then it can only be used to change the appearance."

No. 2 took a look and said, "I applied to use CVB371 liquid metal. The artificial electronic skin still has weaknesses and may be discovered, which is not conducive to concealing at critical moments."

"I'm here this time to replace you. You can return to the base tonight for renovation."

After saying that on the first day, he turned to the floor-to-ceiling glass outside. Of course, he did not look at the empty blue sky outside, but the arranged real-time image data had begun to be transmitted between the electronic eyes of the two.

At the end of the first corridor on the west wing of the White House, in the White House situation research room, the president has sat in his seat with all senior officials and politicians and started a special meeting.

Here are the chairman of the joint conference, commander of the US Joint Special Operations Command, the Bureau of Homeland Security, NSA, CIA and many other senior management.

Director Brennan sat on the left hand side of the president, and the red top-secret documents were delivered to everyone. Although Director Brennan had read them several times, he still took out the documents carefully and read them carefully again.

The detailed map of Asia and Southeast Asia began to appear on the big screen, and quickly narrowed to North Sulawesi Province in Indonesia.

"More than two months ago, the CIA intelligence department in Jakarta learned about a news that according to rumors, more than a dozen pirates and terrorist organizations that had been hovering in the Malugu Sea were all attacked by unknown forces. In just one week, at least nearly 500 pirate forces were wiped out. Please don't look at me like this. We have no weapons, equipment and personnel to support Indonesia. Of course, this is not the result of their navy... In fact, if they have such ability, there shouldn't be any pirate organizations there decades ago."

"I don't understand why this little thing needs to be held specifically for a meeting?"

General Mullen, Chairman of the Joint Conference, briefly reviewed the documents and raised this question to Director Brennan.

For big names like them, this is indeed just a small matter, and there are countless big things that bother them every day.

"Your Excellency, this is what I need to say next."

"Five months ago, CIA discovered an intelligence from the XS forum on Deep Network, a newly established security company in Jakarta, and recruited a large number of retired officers in countries around the world..."

"This is the private security company called "Stone". We did not find their specific predecessors and information, but the founder of this company is very interesting. Balefis, 63 years old, lived in Paris before, and was one of the senior executives of the XMFS Group in New York. He managed accounts. Because of his reasons, the Taxation Bureau and the Drug Enforcement Administration had several encounters. But then he was chased by the XMFS Group because of his rebellion. Five months ago, he suddenly became a reasonable legal person of the "Stone" private security company and recruited a large number of retired officers and soldiers around the world, totaling more than 350 people."

Hearing this, the senior officials present suddenly became serious.

This is definitely not a small number. What is the purpose of a former Black Gang boss who has an unknown origin and has been targeted by the CIA? If it is other things, it is okay to say, but if the CIA takes it out alone, is it threatening the security of the United States?

"Everyone, I think he recruits so many... there are many special soldiers in it. I think it's not for maintaining world peace, right?" Brennan gave a simple humor, which made the senior officials present laugh softly.

"For this reason, the CIA sneaked in instead of several recruited personnel. Unfortunately, four of them were no longer in contact. They were all very excellent agents and successfully completed many tasks in the past. Fortunately, the fifth person successfully passed back an encrypted data before losing contact."

As he said that, Brennan operated the computer and made a series of taken photos flash on the big screen.

The huge camp, many trained soldiers, a large number of thermal weapons that make people breathe, and... the robot that makes people's pupils tight, like a hunting dog, with extremely comfortable structure and unimaginable agility. The robot dog that the National Defense Research and Planning Agency and Allen Martin have jointly studied for many years is incomparable to it. The gap is so big that even people who don't understand military can tell at a glance.

There are also miniature drones, exoskeleton armored combat uniforms, and advanced individual weapons that have never been seen before.
Chapter completed!