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As countless people rushed to the White House, Mark was communicating with the man who Americans called the greatest president.

"Hello, President Roosevelt, I have admired the name for a long time." Mark's voice came from under the black robe.

Roosevelt had regained his composure after the panic he had just had. I have to say that his nerves are quite strong. Being able to become the only person in American history to serve as president four times as a disabled person, Roosevelt had many qualities that were far beyond the ordinary.

"Hello, this gentleman......" Roosevelt said cautiously, looking at the fallen staff in the living room, "I don't know what you call it?" ”

"Mark."

"Did you come to me on purpose? If so, could you please let these people go? They are all ordinary staff and they are all innocent. Roosevelt said.

Mark smiled, and I have to say that Roosevelt's words moved him a little. Being able to think of others first in a dangerous situation is a quality Mark doesn't have. However, this does not prevent him from having respect for people who possess this quality.

"Don't worry, Mr. President, these people just slept through, and after a day, they will wake up naturally." Mark said.

"Thank you." Roosevelt took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Then Mr. Mark, what did you come to me for?" ”

"I have something I would like to ask for help from Mr. President." "I'm looking for a desert island in Southeast Asia, an island that has never been discovered, right near Sumatra. On my own, it would probably take me a long time to find it. I know you have a navy in the Philippines, so I would like to ask Mr. President for your help. ”

Roosevelt was stunned: "Mr. Mark, are you serious?" ”

"Of course, do you think I'm going to joke with you?"

Roosevelt didn't just laugh or cry, he saw himself as a madman across from him. In order to find an island, the other party actually broke into the White House and held himself hostage - this is what he himself thought. The point is, he succeeded!

"After this incident, I must station a division outside the White House!" Roosevelt thought to himself.

"Mr. President, let's talk about the matter of a division later, let's talk about the island first." Mark said.

"Of course...... What's the matter of a division? Roosevelt said casually, and suddenly he exclaimed, and his eyes widened. Garrisoning a division was what he thought about just now, and he didn't say it, but the other party actually said it!

"Could he be able to read my mind?" Roosevelt couldn't help but think.

"It's not hard to read your thoughts." Mark said, leaning back on the couch.

Roosevelt staggered to his feet, but fell down again.

"Can you really hear what is in my heart?" Roosevelt asked.

"Yes, including you saying I'm a madman." Mark said, his words sending chills down Roosevelt's body.

"Don't worry, Mr. President, I didn't hurt your thoughts. I know very well how self-righteous human beings are. In their opinion, anything that does not conform to their perception is either a heretic or a madman. Is there less of this kind of thing in history? Mark stood up and said, "Of course, none of this matters, what matters is whether you agree to help me next?" ”

Roosevelt said, "Mr. Mark, I would love to help you. But you know, the United States and the whole world are in the midst of an economic crisis, and we don't have any more strength left at this point......"

"What does this have to do with me?" Mark interrupted him, "Did you just say help or not?" ”

"What if I say no?" Roosevelt suddenly felt the aura of danger, which was his gift. Once, Roosevelt used this talent to escape two murders.

"I'll change an American president who is willing to help." Mark said, "Actually, I have an easier way, and that is to control you directly. You see......"

Mark snapped his fingers, and the old man lying on the ground on his left stood up straight. This man was the mastermind of the fireside talk show and a friend of Roosevelt.

"Praise be to you, my lord!" Under Roosevelt's incredulous gaze, the old man knelt reverently in front of Mark, praying as if Mark were his God.

"You see, I can easily control anyone, and you are no exception." Mark asked the old man to lie down again, he was a sixth-level magician, and his spiritual power was a thousand, ten thousand times that of ordinary people, and it was too easy to control ordinary people.

"Then why don't you do it?" Roosevelt said with difficulty that today's events had completely destroyed his worldview, and the mountain of science that Westerners had spent hundreds of years building had collapsed in his heart.

Mark chuckled, "Because for you, I don't want to be so simple and rude, I would rather see you sincerely do things for me." You should be honored for this, because you are one of the very few people in this world who has such qualifications. ”

When the troops arrived, Roosevelt was left alone in the White House. Roosevelt sat in the center of the hall with a blank look on his face.

"Mr. President, are you alright?" General Farlar stepped forward and asked, "What just happened?" ”

Roosevelt waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that they fainted......"

Leaving the White House, Mark was in a good mood. Under his persecution, the clever Roosevelt chose to help. Although for Mark today, Roosevelt is no different from an ant, he can kill with the flick of his fingers. However, it is also very rewarding to be able to play tricks on the great man in the hearts of the American imperialist people.

"If Roosevelt was really smart, he shouldn't have played any tricks. If he chooses to play tricks, then I can only feel sorry for the American imperialist people, they will have one less great man. ”

As Mark had predicted, Roosevelt did not play tricks, and two days later he ordered the transfer of the Pacific Fleet into Southeast Asia. The Pacific Fleet and the U.S. fleet stationed in the Philippines converged, and more than 100 warships, large and small, gathered on Sumatra to search for what Mark called a desert island.

None of the other American officials understood Roosevelt's order. But it's not the government that determines the direction of American politics, it's the corporations behind the scenes. These consortia had just pushed Roosevelt up, and no matter what, they would always give him some face now. So, Roosevelt's order was passed anyway.

Knowing this, Mark waited in New York. Although the United States is not yet the world's policeman in later generations, it is also one of the great powers, and their search for Skull Island must be much more efficient than their own aimless search.

Mark went on a shopping spree in New York, and every time he went to a new world, he would buy a lot of things, anyway, the space inside the Universal Temple was almost infinite, and everything could be saved.

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