At this time, Ike didn't know that someone was cursing him. If he knew, he would still have made this choice.

Not only was there a lot of ragdolls in that room, but more importantly - there were no monitors in that room.

In the heavily defended White House, monitors were installed everywhere. But there are some rooms that have absolutely no monitors, such as-

The boudoir of Mr. President's daughter!

Who would install a monitor in the room of the daughter of the president of the United States? Not to mention that the two sisters disagreed, and neither would Obama.

Are you kidding? Who would dare to spy on my daughter!

This is the reason why Ike chose the room.

Of course, President Obama has two daughters. There is also an older daughter, but that room is pink.

As a big man, oh no, as a small man, sleeping in a pink room, Ike feels awkward. (I'm sorry, but the author's baby hasn't been to the room of the president's eldest daughter, so it's tentatively pink.) If there is anyone who has been there, please leave a message to tell the baby, the baby is easy to change. ）

"Cross, how is the energy harvested lately?"

Ike was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, asking the orb of light in a soulful manner.

Hearing the inquiry, the metal electronic voice instantly sounded: "At present, it can receive 1 billion energy per day, and it costs 300 million to transmit the next super technology." ”

Hearing this, Ike was extremely pleasantly surprised: "Doesn't that mean that we can save 700 million energy every day?" ”

"Not bad!"

Receiving an affirmative reply, Ike laughed silently, laughing heartily.

If you save 700 million a day, 10 days is 7 billion, and 100 days is 70 billion...... If this continues, we will never have to stammer.

Unfortunately, Ike thought it all too simply.

The metallic electronic voice of the ball of light sounded again: "700 million is too little every day, the earth's 7.2 billion people, only one tenth of the people pay attention to you every day." Do you think it's too much? And, Ike Native, a word of caution: if you don't do things for a long time, you'll be less well-known. ”

Ike: "......"

Isn't that the same as those stars? didn't show up or act for a long time, and gradually no one paid attention to it.

Tragedy, do you want me to continue to do great things?

But there's nothing big to do right now! It's impossible to have another XX incident, please, if you do too much of this kind of thing, you will be damned. I'm in the good and orderly camp, and I can't do things that are chaotic and evil.

"Cross, what's the next supertech?"

"The progress is not enough to tell!"

"It's only 0.3% per night, and it takes more than a year to finish, which is too slow, right? Can you speed up the progress of the next transmission......"

Speaking of this, Ike was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that at the beginning, the progress of the light ball transmission had increased rapidly, at once to 1%, then to 2%, but in less than a minute, he fell to the ground with black eyes.

According to Cross, it was because his body was too fragile to withstand the massive infusion of information. So in recent days it has become a transfer speed of 0.3% per night.

"Cross, can you gradually increase the transmission speed until you find the maximum tipping point I can tolerate? For example, first increase it by two times, then become three times, then four times...... As soon as I can't bear it, you immediately come down. What do you think? Ike suggested.

Hearing this suggestion, the ball of light almost didn't jump out and slapped Ike to death.

Do you think it's an old driver driving, you can be fast if you want to be fast, and you can be slow if you want to.

The ball of light resisted the urge to slap Ike to death, and responded seriously: "This is transmitted by using the soul as a carrier to build a high-dimensional channel, and it cannot be changed!" Either two, three, or four times, you think it out for yourself! ”

Ike was momentarily dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he chose to double the option.

"Start in half an hour!"

After making his decision, Ike put aside all distractions and went to sleep.

Half an hour later, within Ike's soul, the brilliant ball of light instantly appeared.

"Energy Statistics: 2,830 million ......"

"Constructing a soul information transmission channel...... Under construction...... Built! ”

"Rate correction, correction completed!"

"Transmission of selected scientific and technical information modules...... In transit......"

“5.11%…… 5.13%…… 5.15%……”

Endless scientific and technological knowledge was quickly injected into Ike's soul, and the speed really became twice as fast.

In his sleep, Ike looked calm, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

Isn't this speed yet at the limit of what Ike's body can accept? So can you try triple the rate tomorrow night?

……

Time flies, and it's 12 o'clock in the morning.

The White House was still bright as daylight, President Obama had not slept, and the senior federal officials were not sleeping, they were meeting in a conference room.

The meeting was held by a woman.

Her name is Alice! Alice Hill!

"She was only 4 hours away from Boston Airport! Do we need to send a commissioner to meet her? Either way, the White House would do well to make a good impression on her. ”

This is what Mr. Secretary of State is proposing.

As soon as this proposal came out, no one at the scene responded. Two words are written on everyone's faces: tangled.

Pick up Alice? So what's next for her? Do you send her to school, or do you just pick her up and take her to the White House?

If she asked the little one, what would the person who greeted him answer? Do you mean you don't know, or do you have nothing to say?

It's hard to answer no matter what, so it's better not to answer!

Seeing the reaction at the scene, Mr. Secretary of State, who was in charge of foreign affairs, reluctantly said again: "Then the British Foreign Secretary has arrived, we have to arrange someone to greet him!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more entangled.

To pick up the British Foreign Secretary, it's not about meeting Alice. What to do then?

"It's better to ...... her" A high-ranking official faintly made an assassination gesture, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"No way!" "No way!"

Obama and Hughes spoke in unison, rejecting the proposal.

This high-ranking official doesn't know the inside story, but don't the two of them know yet? The federal military has already assassinated once, but unfortunately failed.

This method can no longer be used, let alone in the United States.

Politically speaking, if Alice dies in the United States, what will Britain think? What will the EU think?

In terms of personal feelings, Alice died in the United States, and the little guy did not hate the United States yet. If another country resorts to any more dirty means, the little guy will certainly turn away from the United States, and if he wants to guide him in a "good" direction in the future, it will be extremely difficult.

So, Alice can die anywhere, not in the United States.

"So what the hell is to do?"

"I'm going to have to give a charter, it's half past twelve now!"

"yes, another half hour has passed, and it's only three and a half hours before Alice gets to the Boston airport."

A group of bigwigs opened their mouths one after another, complaining about the procrastination of the democratic government, and they all held meetings for several hours, and everyone did not even discuss the results.

What a tragedy!

"Buzz!"

At this time, Hughes's mobile phone suddenly vibrated and a text message was sent to his mobile phone.

Hughes looked down and saw that it was the routine security report of the security personnel, and he needed to send him a security report every half hour.

Yes, it's that strict! Stricter than the security of the President of the United States!

After seeing that there was nothing unusual in the security, Hughes put down his phone and discussed Alice's handling plan with the President and the Gentlemen again.

Suddenly!

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!" ……

Hughes had just put down his phone for less than two minutes when it rang suddenly. The voice was rapid and harsh.

The audience fell silent for a moment, and they all looked at Hughes.

Hughes looked down at his phone again, and the number was still the same as the security team's.

What's going on, didn't you just send a text message? Why did you call again? Could it be, is it ......

Hughes's heart suddenly swelled with a strong uneasiness, and then he immediately answered the phone.

"Sir, something has happened to the target! At death's door! There was a loud shout from the security guards on the phone, and the roar was terrifying.

What the?!

At this moment, everyone in the entire conference room suddenly stood up.

This is the White House of the United States, and this is the White House of the world's most powerful country! Who the hell is breaking in again?!