Although he was one of the people who experienced the phenomenon of "superpowers", Long Yun did not know the principle at all, and he always felt that this was obviously a kind of existence beyond the level of scientific understanding in the real world.

In terms of ideological understanding, he has never seriously thought about the source of his superpowers, or even his lover's superpowers, because he has no clue at all; But now, there are more and more superpowers, and the unsuspecting when I first met Su Xue, a little girl, is long gone, whether it is an American pilot in the parallel world or a "Harriff" in the real world, it is an elusive threat to him, and it also makes Long Yun very jealous.

"Everyone is a time-traveler", this idea may be bold, but like his own past life, it is still a mystery.

However, unlike the entanglement just now, the answer to this question may really be true, although Long Yun himself does not know, but from another point of view, the "Harrieb" in the real world is likely to know; Not only that, but now that I think about it, the mysterious pilot in the parallel world was also indifferent after encountering him, and the confrontation and chase in the "dead city" seemed to be confident, why was he so calm?

Attitude, in fact, reflects thinking, and it is this point that makes Long Yun find the right direction.

Sitting in the Boeing 757 flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, flying over dangerous peaks and encountering a slight turbulence, he was extremely tired from thinking for a long time, and Long Yun, who was tired from the journey, finally closed his eyes and began to nap, his current mood is indeed a lot calmer, because compared with the rambling just now, he is now. Two keys to unravel the mystery have been found.

"Haraf". Or "Mystery Pilot". A certain intuition is telling him, and unlike his ignorant self, these two secretive characters probably know better. So then, as long as you find these two superpowers in the real world or in the parallel world, isn't it?

You can be interrogated to find out something, huh? But at this moment, where are these hidden guys?

……

At midnight on the western border of China, the moonlight is cold. The sky is full of stars, and a single white airliner is still speeding through the night sky.

After a long period of thinking, and tired from the long journey, the young man on the journey had entered a deep dream, and then the crossing took place again.

However, at this moment, another line on the trajectory of fate is leaving a new mark in the real world.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, La Paz, the capital of Bolivia.

In the middle of summer, La Paz, a highland city located in the western part of the plurinational Bolivia, across the lake from neighboring Peru a few dozen kilometers to the west. The Andean plateau at an altitude of more than 3,600 meters above sea level makes the climate of the capital cool and pleasant. Of course, this is only for the summer months in January.

At this time of day, La Paz, with a population of one million, is still in the midst of hustle and bustle, with mountains scattered over a large area of gentle to steep highland, the main city full of low buildings, occasionally interspersed with a few strange-looking high-rise buildings, a roughly red and brown color scheme, beautiful skyscrapers, colonial churches, presidential palaces and other administrative office buildings scattered in the canyons of the city, and large areas of residential areas and slums at the top.

The busy streets are filled with pedestrians and tourists who stop to watch, and the Bolivian presidential palace on San Juan Avenue is also crowded with tourists at this time, in front of the main entrance of a light-toned symmetrical building.

Arriving in the world's highest capital, many first-time visitors are amazed by this "city on the cliff", wearing a thick coat or smock to take pictures everywhere in the summer; Mixed among the crowds of tourists, guides, and vendors, a medium-sized man wearing a sunhat and a mask seemed to be unconcerned about his surroundings, carrying an "Expo" logistics suitcase in his hand, and he walked through an alleyway and through a black-ironed fence gate into the backyard of the presidential palace.

Entering the sprawling, colonial-style décor of the presidential palace and walking along the gravel path to the central building, the man in the dark blue uniform quickly catches the eye of a patrolling security guard.

Seeing someone walking along the road, the sturdy black-clothed security guard tilted his head to look this way, but he didn't make any obstacles, and he was quite alert and nodded slightly, and the man who was dressed as a logistics company employee didn't project his eyes at all, but after the security guard nodded, he bowed slightly, and walked through the open ground with unhurried steps, and disappeared from the camera at the corner of the wall, and pushed open an oak door into the building.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, in the office on the second floor of the presidential palace, the leader of the Republic of Bolivia was still sitting at his desk, but there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Who? Is it Alva, come in! ”

Fluent in Spanish, but calling his personal assistant in Aymara, Mr. President's lack of mastery of such a "redneck language" does not prevent him from beating all his competitors to become the supreme leader of the highland country.

After speaking, ignoring the knock on the door, the president continued to focus on the desk in front of him.

A spacious carved wooden desk with a delicate laptop on it, but the secret documents on the screen made Mr. President a little anxious; As a newly appointed head of government in an insecure position, like all the guys who have sat in this seat before, the middle-aged man with a frowning brow and a cigar on his lips is also thinking about how to deal with the ignorant poor who are ready to move, what new laws to use to appease the disgruntled opposition in Sucre, and what position to appoint in return to the military that supports him.

Oh, all of these things are fine, but the priority for the moment is the hateful rebels, especially "that guy" and his terrorist organization-

"Good afternoon, Mr. President."

“……？”

Unlike the expected "Alva", there was a slightly hoarse greeting in his ears, and the president, who was staring at the screen with his eyes, suddenly turned his face, and what he saw was a plain-looking man in dark blue overalls, carrying a box with the word "Expo" in his hand, where did this courier come from, how did he-

"Don't you want to say hello to me, Your Excellency the President, Mr. José Balivian?"

"Y-Who are you?"

The sudden appearance of a stranger in front of him, in the heavily guarded presidential palace, in his private office, immediately felt threatened, and he raised his hand to the alarm button under the table while keeping a straight face and questioning the visitor in Spanish.

Hell it, where is this guy, it can't be a killer sent by those chaotic parties!

His eyes were fixed on the unremarkable "courier", seeing that the person who came did not react, and did not seem to notice his actions at all, President Balivian pressed the button with his finger, and then waited for the guards to rush in and subdue the man, but he sat on the high-backed soft chair and waited for a full minute, but did not hear any movement, and then the man in the overalls slowly opened his mouth, with an undisguised mockery on his face:

"Mr. Balivian, those appointments and dismissals of yours, well, let me take a look...... Let 'Gualbeto' be the attorney general, that old fool with a fat brain, is it really okay to do this? ”

"What-?"

Just now he was still figuring out the candidates for the judicial department, but now he was told by the visitor, and the round-eyed Balivian looked at the visitor with a shocked face, he only felt stiff for a moment, and it became difficult to swallow, and the professional politician who had been in Bolivia for many years did feel the cold threat that was close at hand, but for a while he couldn't even speak.

At this moment, a dull explosion sounded, instantly breaking the silence in the office.

The La Paz Presidential Palace, located in the canyon area of the city, was originally very quiet in the hustle and bustle of the mansion separated by the block and the courtyard wall, but now it suddenly became noisy, accompanied by sudden explosions, gunshots, shouts and the occasional "boom-" explosions made José Balivian very frightened, his neck stiffened slightly, wanting to see the noise outside the window, but his eyes could not take away from the face of the man in front of him, he still did not recognize it at all, this sudden appearance in the office, Who is the person who also has insight into his inner thoughts.

However, he didn't have to guess anymore.

With the sound of gunfire and explosions, he raised his hand and took off a round hat buckled on his head, and in the face of the terrified president, the man finally showed a smile:

"Surprised, Jose Balivian?

Looking at the country's past, tsk, in the past 100 years, there have been more than 210 coups d'état, and a total of more than 80 presidents have been produced; Speaking of which, I really don't understand that the number of presidents is much lower than the number of coups, and most of the time, who sits here and dictates to everyone?

Hum...... What kind of rule is this, I say, you mortals, are you not able to live without strife? ”

"W-What do you mean......

"--Nothing interesting."

As he spoke, he took out a shiny Magnum revolver without warning, pulled the hammer with his fingers, and slowly pressed it against Ballevian's head in a cold sweat, but he was not in a hurry to pull the trigger, the man's smile suddenly became a little clearer, and there was a hint of smugness in his tone that was difficult to hide:

"Don't panic, Mr. President, you need to be involved in the rest of the matter.

I, the head of the Bolivian National Front, Raúl Menández, declare now, in the name of the people, that with immediate effect one of your rights and the entire Estado_Plurinacional_de_Bolivia under you fools, will be expropriated. (To be continued......)

PS: Note: Estado_Plurinacional_de_Bolivia, Spanish, Plurinational State of Bolivia.