No sooner had President Jackson of the United States thrown a report from the other side of the globe on the coffee table than the Secretary of State handed over a second report. The importance of the report www.biquge.info delivered by Mr. Secretary of State in person. Jackson straightened up, told himself to sit more comfortably, and also showed that he took the report seriously. The first glance he took to open the report, Jackson felt a wave of irritability, and it was Bules again. Breez sent a diplomatic note to the government of the United States, proposing that the United States participate in the partition of the Empire of Asnia. It can be seen that Brees, not the rest of Europa, shows that Breez once again acted as the head of the horse of each country. The United States of Emerik and Breth, who had been at odds for a hundred years, no longer denied the existence of the United States, but began to confront them openly and covertly. This time to divide the Esniah Empire, the United States will inevitably have another open and secret battle with Bules. Jackson didn't want to say his opinion right away, and after more than three years as president, he had grown accustomed to some of the underlying rules surrounding Capitol Hill and the presidential palace, one of which was that the first to make an opinion was always the most attacked and blamed, and he told the secretary of state to say it first. The secretary of state is not from Jackson's political party, and he is not technically his own, but consulting the secretary of state on such an issue is not a violation. The Secretary of State said what he thought.

After listening to the Secretary of State's thoughts, Jackson realized that he had nothing to refute, waved his hand, called the Secretary of State, and asked the Secretary to draft a document according to the advice of Mr. Secretary of State, and submit it to Congress for approval on the next congressional day. Of course, such a decision needs to be consulted with someone who really owns you. Since he was a child, Jackson has been taken by his father, who has not taken care of him much but is very strict with him, and has attended many parties attended by rich people and officials. Little Jackson was introduced to a lot of people and was respected by a lot of people. Probably because of his father's status, Jackson guessed, but his father was just a lawyer. Jackson has been through a lot of these scenes and met a lot of big people, but he doesn't want to act different from other lads, and he always keeps a low profile in school. What made him unaccustomed was that the head of the school, up to the majestic headmaster, down to old Billy who watched the gate, was very polite to him. These were questions that puzzled Jackson as a child, and it was not until he turned twenty that he joined the Progressive Party.

At that time, a young man whose beard had not yet fully grown was introduced to the Progressive Party by his father. Jackson became one of the few young members in the history of the Progressive Party, and the Progressive Party headquarters even hosted a medium-sized welcome banquet for him. It was after that feast that Jackson first came into contact with those god-like secrets. At the end of the feast, Jackson and his father took a carriage and did not go straight home, but went to the largest hotel in Virgin and climbed all the way to the top floor. Jackson thought his father had taken him to meet some more important person, until he was ushered into a large, dimly lit room. In the center of the room, a triangle stands on a half-man-high column. A round thing in the triangle glows with a faint glow that seems to flow under the light of the candles around it. Jackson was so fascinated by this thing that he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and soon found that his brain was dizzy. It was his father's shouting that Jackson came to his senses again, and it turned out that his father had told him to approach the strange triangle. Father disappeared into the darkness as Jackson cautiously approached the pillar. A muffled voice in the darkness, no longer father's, asked Jackson to bring his hands close to the triangle, close his eyes, and not open them until he was instructed. This request reminded Jackson of the other children he had seen as a child play hide and seek, but unfortunately he had never played with it, and no child wanted to play with a child who had to be treated politely by the principal. Jackson did so, and in the dim silence his hands began to become numb, followed by his forearms and shoulders. Strangely, the numbness did not pass down the chest, but up the neck, and instead of numbness, the brain felt a wave of vertigo like a tidal wave. Jackson felt the beads of sweat that began to ooze from his forehead, and he subconsciously wanted to wipe it off with his hands, but his hands were so numb that he couldn't lift them at all, that is, a large part of his body was no longer under his control. A trace of fear grew in Jackson's heart, and then it grew louder, and a low voice came in his ears again, asking him to open his eyes for a moment.

In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was discussing something. The lights came on, more candles were lit, and Jackson saw the people who had just been hiding in the darkness, including his father. More than a dozen people, most of them were big people Jackson had befriended by his father in the past. Among them were the president of the university where Jackson studied, the famous journalists who regularly published opinion pieces in the most famous newspaper, the Virgil Trailblazer, and of course the most prominent politicians and bankers in their arrogance. It was a strange combination, and they sat in a circle around the model on the pillar in the center of the room, and everyone's eyes fell on the young man in front of them. Jackson looked around, and no one had a look on his face that made it light. They observed Jackson, and then gestured to his father, and one of them, an obese man, commanded Jackson in a low voice, telling him not to be afraid, this was a necessary procedure, which needed to be completed by Jackson continuing to close his eyes, and he comforted the young man not to worry, because numbness and vertigo were not life-threatening at all. On this solemn occasion, Jackson had no mind of his own and did exactly what the other party had instructed him to do. The vertigo came again, and Jackson held back his fear and thought of nothing, and I don't know how long it would be before dawn came when he and his father returned home.

Instead of going to work at his office on time, Father and Accident had a serious conversation with Jackson by the fireplace in the living room, or rather, he told Jackson, who had not fully recovered from the accident the night before, a secret thing. The conversation began with a painting on the wall, where Jackson asked his father as a child who was the man in a white shirt and tight breeches with a short whip in his hand, and his father told him that he was the founder of the United States, Mr. Curris. Little Jackson later saw the same portrait at school and in museums. Since he is the founder of the country, it is normal for him to be remembered and praised by people. But today my father used the word us to refer to the person in the painting, and Jackson looked at his father, hoping for an explanation, and his father's expression was still serious, and he continued to tell Jackson the secrets he should know. It was a group that created the great United States and helped it surpass the old empires in power. The group includes all kinds of elites, such as bankers and famous journalists. Jackson interjected, I'm just an ordinary young man, am I included? The father nodded, and he said that the people of the group, in fact, have been included since birth, and this is all part of the plan. Jackson's question was answered, and he soon had other questions, such as who was in charge of the highest power in the group. Father shook his head, saying that the group seemed to be making decisions based on the opinion of the majority, but no one could deny the influence of the strange model from that room on all events. Jackson said that it was not a group controlled by a strange model, and then these people were influencing the entire society of the United States. My father said, so to speak, that he told Jackson that almost all the ruling and presidents of the United States were members of this group. Is there any or not, Jackson is more and more interested, and his father says yes, but he doesn't stay in the position of president for long at all.

Jackson thus became or was confirmed, a member of the secret syndicate. Jackson continued his education and, like his father, became a lawyer at a prominent law firm. He then received support from the local party branch of the Progressive Party and ran for the state assembly, and then became a member of parliament in the Progressive Party. He was not yet forty years old when he was finally nominated by the Progressive Party for the presidential election three years ago. The people cheered that the United States had once again welcomed a young leader, and everyone saw the President's firm and powerful wave and kind smile, and no one knew that Mr. President had a habit of holding regular meetings in that high-class hotel. Not many people can attend the rally, and every time the president attends a rally, the country makes a major decision on some major matter. Coincidence has happened several times in three years, when a horrific story has been concocted by clever journalists in the name of press freedom, and the president himself is a puppet, the real master hiding at the scene of the rally. Some people believed the story, and some even started to act, hiding in front of the hotel to investigate who exactly participated in the midnight opportunity. Not surprisingly, the participants were all elites from various industries, and there were more than a dozen in total. The President didn't care about such rumors, he answered the questions of reporters kindly, these venerable gentlemen, my personal friends, and of course the backbone of society, the cornerstone of the United States, shouldn't Mr. President, be advised on some issues? What is even more overwhelming is that almost all of these people are members of the Progressive Party, and no one has the right to make irresponsible remarks at normal meetings of party members.

Jackson dealt with the reporters, but it was difficult to be easy in the face of the group's instructions. From the very beginning of his presidency, he had been instructed that the United States should have a plan to actively expand its power on the continent of Alisnia. On the surface, this is something that every powerful country is busy with, but Jackson knows that there is another factor in it, and that is that the group has to confirm and constantly open a dusty secret to find traces of the existence of certain people. Jackson absentmindedly supported the secretary of state's idea and gave him the authority to represent the country at meetings and sign the corresponding instruments. Dealing with the Secretary of State, Jackson picked up the fantastical report again, touched his chin and looked at the contents of the report. It looks like a made-up story, but it's not. Jackson sat down at his desk, and when he looked up and saw that it was the weekend, and it was the day of the group meeting, he raised the report in his hand and decided to listen to those people in the evening. Although it is an absolute violation to casually show state documents to people other than state officials, what no one knows is that it has not happened, and Jackson knows very well that the meeting was not something that can be attended casually.

Jackson hadn't expected what had happened tonight anyway. The report aroused the interest of the members of the rally, who all believed that the incident was related to the events that the group had been following for a long time. One night of rallying gave Jackson a lot of things he didn't know about the strange model. When the owners of the group came to Earth, there were originally only two people, and they witnessed the beginning and development of Earth. With mysterious technology, the masters have created their generations of descendants. Later, after the earth had its own evolution, the master integrated his descendants into the earthlings and continued to influence the development of the earth. At the beginning of the master's visit to Earth, there was actually a third person, but I don't know why I lost contact. The owner's search knew that it had only made great progress hundreds of years ago, and it was discovered that the genetic factors of the missing members were highly concentrated, and this phenomenon appeared on the other side of the world, on the continent of Eisnia. Jackson listened with a puzzled face, this one was more like a story. If it is true, then since the master is not an earthling, then neither is his heir. Then the descendants of the members of the group are theoretically not earthlings. It was so amusing that Jackson couldn't help laughing, but the others, including his father, who was already old, had a serious look on their faces that kept him from laughing. Esnia, Jackson got it. He'll have to take this seriously, and tomorrow he'll sign a new document to expand the number of United States troops stationed on the continent of Esnia. As he was leaving, Jackson looked at the strange model again, and found that the original sphere in it resembled an eyeball without eyelids. Yes, it's an eye, an eye framed in a triangle.

Mei Yi escaped the pursuit of the Fanren soldiers, held the leader of the Fanren hostage, and jumped into the sea in a hurry. With his familiarity with the island, Mei Yi began to lie day and night. Seeing his whole picture, Mei Yi probably understood something, he connected his own experiences, all the pieces together, and went through them in his mind several times when he was sleepless at night. The mystery of this Xiyi Group is not something that Mei Yi can figure out casually, but it is certain that many strange things are related to Xiyi. For example, the Ke family suddenly came to this island, such as the strange things that Mei Yi encountered at sea, such as the ups and downs of Mei Yi's life, and then Hong Shiba, Mr. Yi, and Mr. Zhao. So far, my life has been living in the plan of no one else, and I am quite confident that I am just a plaything. With bare skin, a sharp head, and a hoarse voice that can only come out of his throat, who would have thought that this was the Lord Governor who was still contributing to the imperial court not long ago, leading his troops to rush around to kill many military exploits. Mei Yi saw that the sky was dark again, and decided to take advantage of this situation to find something to eat, the feeling of hunger made him feel desolate, he took off his ill-fitting shoes that were torn, and the hair on the back of his head had begun to fall out. Mei Yi didn't care about this, and quietly walked towards the populated place on the island.

The lighted places on the island are not all dwellings for the islanders. After a few days of observation, Mei Yi found that the same night lights are also divided into two kinds, the lights of the Fan people are probably of good quality and bright, and the islanders use them to make oil-producing plants and trees on the island, which is not only dim, but also very smokey. Mei Yi sneaked towards the dim place where the lights were concentrated, and soon reached an intersection, but he couldn't get through. It turned out that since the strange case of missing people appeared on the island, the Fanren people have set up strict sentry posts on the island to check the people on the island. At the intersection that Mei Yi was going to cross, there happened to be a sentry. He didn't hesitate, and with his familiarity with the island, he took a different path to go elsewhere. Mei Yi knew that although Fan's physique may not be strong, the firearm in his hand was indeed powerful, and he could pass through people's chests and abdomen within fifty steps, which he had seen with his own eyes on the battlefield of exterminating Hong Eighteen, and Mei Yi didn't want to alarm the sentinels to make trouble for himself. When he was about to turn around, the lights shining in the grass flickered, and Mei Yi quickly lay his tall body in the grass and looked at the position of the sentry. The sentry who had just been hiding in the darkness of the lights had already come out, but instead of coming out on his own, he was dragged out. Tall as Mei Yi's black shadows, there were several of them, dragging the sentinels, bypassing the fence on the side of the road and into the grass. The sentry was silent, and nine times out of ten he was dead. Mei Yi decided to follow and see who these black shadows were and how they would attack Fanren. Mei Yi hurriedly followed, feeling quite struggling, these black shadows dragged a fanren sentinel, and they could still travel so fast, could it? Mei Yixin couldn't say it well, he lowered his body suddenly, and then a black shadow flashed from behind him, wanting to knock him to the ground.