"Mr. Ma Yi, if you are willing to let them go, I can give you a lot of money, US dollars, British pounds, and RMB!" Ao Bac Ma hurriedly showed his "sincerity". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info money is a good thing, and no one can refuse, so Ao Ba Ma Man thought that he could impress Ma Yi, but Ma Yi scoffed:

"Lost, do you think my brother is such a vulgar person?"

"Uh........." Ao Bama blinked his eyes, although his IQ is not low, but he doesn't understand that money has anything to do with vulgarity.

People who love money are vulgar?

But what about the people who love money so much for Mao? Could it be that everyone has become vulgar people, with the exception of Ma Yi? It's so special, pretending to be able to pretend to be able to reach this realm, and the Australian Eight Horses are also drunk.

"Mr. Ma Yi, don't you like money?"

"I like it!" Ma Yi replied decisively.

The Eight Horses were even more messy, and their eyes blinked at a noticeable speed.

"A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. Brother is a person of character, and he can never be bought by money! Ma Yi said seriously. This time, it was the turn of the eight horses to scoff, saying that the Oriental people were hypocritical, and they clearly loved money in their hearts, but they pretended to be high on the surface. But he didn't dare to disobey Ma Yi, because Ma Yi was not an ordinary person, but a big killer! If he annoys him, he throws a few more bombs at Base 51, or throws him out as a bomb, and he and Mi Guo will be miserable.

"May I ask Mr. Ma, what do you want?" The Eight Horse asked again in a low voice.

"Of course, whatever you ask, I'll accommodate you."

"Are you sure?" Ma Yi asked.

"Sure!" The Australian Eight Horse replied very cheerfully. But when he saw the evil smile on Ma Yi's face, he inexplicably "Geden" in his heart, and said that he was going to be a bad dish.

As expected, Ma Yi lowered his head, stared at the eyes of the eight horses, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "I want to replace you and be the president of the United States, is it okay?" Ao Bama's temples suddenly jumped suddenly, but fortunately his heart was strong enough that he didn't faint. His eyes looked straight at Ma Yi, as if he were looking at a monster from Mars. This Chinese man who prides himself on not being vulgar is not vulgar, he is simply so tall that he is mad!

The whole world knows that the inheritance of the presidential throne of the United States is not an ancient, feudal Zen concession system, let alone a hereditary system, the president is elected by voters one vote, not who can do it if they want to.

"Mr. Ma Yi, are you crazy? The president of the United States is not something that anyone can do if they want to, even if I intend to let you replace me, but it is impossible for the law of the United States to agree, it is impossible for it to recognize the president of Zen Rang! So please die this heart, right? As he spoke, he watched Ma Yi's reaction, worried that he would become angry and act irrationally.

Poor Ao Bama is purely unfounded, Ma Yi is just playing with him, and he has never thought about being the president of the United States. Looking at his dense expression, Ma Yidu wanted to ask if he needed to eat a few crotons.

"Do you think I want to be the president of the United States? Lose, you can't afford me, right? ”

Ao Bama suddenly sweated, and said that the president of the United States is so ashamed? Is that the most powerful person in the world? How many people dream of it? How many people have blown all the cowhide in order to get on top; How many people almost didn't give their voters grandchildren in order to get to power; How many people, in order to defeat their opponents, pulled out the eighteen generations of their ancestors to smear!

Fortunately, he quickly understood what Ma Yi meant: if you can't eat grapes, you can say that grapes are sour! It is absolutely impossible for a Chinese person to become the president of the United States, so he is just talking cool words.

After thinking about the cause and effect, the Australian Eight Horse was also relieved.

However, so far, he has not been able to "buy" Ma Yi, which makes him feel faintly uneasy. The UFO was still hovering over No. 51, and Ma Yi could drop a few more bombs below at any time, which was the tragedy he couldn't bear to see. But he couldn't figure out Ma Yi's temper, and he couldn't figure out what he needed to ask for, so he was willing to stop.

"Mr. Ma Yi, can we sit down and talk seriously and seriously?" The Eight Horses earnestly sought the truth.

"Okay." Ma Yi is as good as a stream.

"Actually, my request is very simple, you immediately declare to the world that the United States will give up supporting the island countries and the bandits, will not stand in line for them, give up your bullshit rebalancing policy, and everything else is negotiable."

The corners of the eight horses' eyes twitched a few times in a row. He was amazed by Ma Yi's simple request for the lion's big mouth. It is said that Asians are greedy, and people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants.

"That's already my country's established national policy, and it's impossible to change it, so I can't do it." The eight horses shook their heads decisively.

Ma Yi didn't speak, took out a grenade from the storage space, opened the safe, and threw it away, and in a few minutes, there was a loud bang again in the No. 51 base, and the house that had just been bombed was shot again and had been completely razed to the ground. The people in the base no longer had the panic they had when they first exploded, and their curiosity made them silently stand behind the colonel and lieutenant to watch the excitement, and the colonel and lieutenant looked at each other.

"Captain, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Colonel, it's an explosion!" The captain replied with one of the stupidest answers he had ever had ever had.

Sure enough, the colonel was furious: "Damn lieutenant, is this the answer you gave?" ”

The lieutenant bowed his head, not daring to say anything. The colonel was also the first two large, two explosions in a row, although there were no casualties. But he didn't know who the person who caused the explosion was, so he not only felt guilty, but also vaguely felt that his job might not be guaranteed. He waved his hand irritably, dispersed the onlookers, and then asked the soldiers to protect the scene, and he returned to the office with the lieutenant, and the two closed the door, studying the two explosions that had just occurred.

Speaking of Ao Bama, seeing Ma Yi's hand stretching out to the void again, he couldn't help but beat wildly in his heart, and said that it was going to be a big deal. Sure enough, Ma Yi took out another grenade, and before he could react, the bomb was dropped. Then there was another loud bang, which shook the eight horses and almost broke their liver and gallbladder. Fortunately, the bomb hit the empty house, which had been razed to the ground, but there were no casualties and no damage to the base facilities.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. His subtle movements, Ma Yi can see it all.

"Mr. President, can you change the national policy of your country?" Ma Yi stared at Ao Ba Ma with a smile, and Ao Ba Ma suddenly felt hairy in his heart, but as the president, he was still very good in his heart, so he was not scared to pee.

"I think we should be able to look into it." Avoiding Ma Yi's eyes, he quietly stared at his hand. What he feared most now was that Ma Yi's hand would reach out to the void again, because every time he stretched out, it was equivalent to opening the box of Fandora. Something can be one, but two, not three, who can guarantee that the next bomb will blow up the hollow house?

In case of bombing the scientific research personnel or scientific research facilities in the base, it will be a major loss for the United States. Even this loss can never be remedied.

Ma Yi frowned, thinking that it was really difficult to deal with Ao Bama than An's back into the mountain, so he felt the need to talk to him.

"Mr. President, you were pulled out of the Black Palace, from your bed, right?" He asked. The eight horses didn't understand what he meant, so he nodded honestly.

"This shows a problem: although your Black Palace claims to be heavily guarded, for me, all this is nothing, right?"

Although this question is very acute, the Australian Eight Horse still nodded and admitted, not that he was a gentleman and frank, but that he couldn't help but admit it.

"So, what's the problem?" Ma Yi instantly became a primary school teacher, following the students. Although he is a top student of a prestigious university, he obviously does not have the eagerness of a primary school student, so he bows his head decisively.

Ma Yi sighed gloomily.

The level of personal IQ is innate, and he is incompetent.

"Explain, if I can pull you out once, I can pull you out twice, three times, or even more times......"

"What do you want to do?" The eight horses looked horrified. Is there such a threat of red fruit? He used to be a lawyer and had dealt with hooligans of all shapes and sizes, but Ma Yi was definitely the only hooligan who made him helpless and the hooligans had to be justified. Ma Yicai didn't care what he thought, and continued: "Area 51 is known as one of the most mysterious areas in the world, but to me, it is like my back garden..."

Ao Bama suddenly had a burst of IQ, and before Ma Yi finished speaking, he picked up the words: "You can come and go freely, you can bomb wherever you want, and kill whoever you want!" ”

Ma Yi decisively gave him a thumbs up, "Praise! ”

The eight horses smiled, but laughing was more ugly than crying.

"Mr. Ma Yi, I will definitely study your suggestion in depth, and then give you an explanation, okay?" Ao Bama begged in a low breath, where is there still a little bit of a president. Ma Yi finally fulfilled his mission, secretly happy in his heart, he looked up at the sky, "Yo, it's not early, I'll send you back to the Black Palace." With that, he raised his knife and slashed the eight horses again.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Mi Shoe noticed the strangeness of the Australian Eight Horses, and also looked at the Australian Eight Horses with a look of surprise. Last night's incident was not pleasant, and since Mi Shoe had forgotten it, he didn't plan to tell her, so as not to cause an accident.

"Oh dear, you're prettier than yesterday!" Ao Bama opened his eyes and said nonsense, but this kind of nonsense women love to listen to the most, and rice shoes are no exception. Her upper body was slightly thin, and she gave the Australian Eight Horses a wet kiss. "Thank you, my dear, for the compliment. Of course, I want your actual actions to be as pure as your heart, I don't want to be Silari, my husband is already riddled with scandals, and I have to show affection! I can't do that. ”

"Rest assured, my dear, we black people, the skin is black, but the soul is innocent; Caucasian skin is white, but their soul is filthy! ”

Mi Shoe clapped her hands and smiled: "My dear, your metaphor is so good, so wonderful, I love you to death, Momoda!" With that, he pursed his lips and gave him a wet kiss. Then get dressed and get up and arrange for the staff to prepare breakfast. The president has breakfast and has to go to work.