When the rainstorm came in the middle of the night, Neville Crockett was on his way through the moor.

"Huh? I was actually told by that Grant, it was really raining! Neville said in surprise.

"Mr. Director, shall we find a place to rest?" Entourage advises to.

"Where in this wasteland can I rest—hey, there's a big tree over there, shall we go and hide under it?" Neville said.

He has a strong will and tenacious determination, but that doesn't mean he's a masochist and likes to rush on such stormy nights.

The visit to Zachary Taylor was a very, very great success.

He accomplished almost all of his goals.

The successful establishment of SBI means that he finally does not have to work like a skunk mole to hide.

When people talk about him, they won't say 'that kid from the Crockett family,' but will respectfully say 'Mr. Neville-Crockett!' ’

He could break into the Texas legislature and arrest a lawmaker who was making an impassioned speech in the name of 'obstructing national security', or he could quietly enter Austin's office, take his beloved cigar box, and ask him to 'cooperate with the SBI's investigation'!

At the thought of these things, Neville couldn't help but laugh out loud. Along the way, he had already laughed inexplicably several times.

His three attendants could tell that their young master—no, Mr. Director, was in a very, very good mood right now.

The establishment of the SBI was nothing more than an extra benefit that he came up with in the last minute of his conversation with Zachary Taylor.

And the family's business, he also did not fall behind, and did not leak.

That General Zachary Taylor may not have been aware of it, right?

……

"Young master, no, Mr. Director, I think it's better for us not to go under the big tree to hide from the rain." The retinue hurriedly grabbed the reins of Neville's horse.

"Why?"

"Mr. Chief, according to Mr. Franklin, when it rains, lightning can be transmitted through large trees to people under them, causing lightning strikes."

"Franklin? Which Franklin? ”

"Benjamin Franklin!" The attendant replied.

"Oh, it was him, did he say that?" Neville asked.

"Yes, Mr. Director." The attendant replied: "He was not only a signatory of the Declaration of Independence, but also a good scientist. ”

"Scientists?" Neville was surprised for a moment and said, "Such a good person actually went to be a scientist?" It's unbelievable! ”

Despite muttering, Neville reluctantly turned his horse's head and gave up trying to hide from the rain under the tree.

"Scientists are crazy!" Neville said, "God will be displeased if these crazy people are allowed to continue doing this!" ”

"Mr. Director, are you against science?" The attendant said.

"No, I'm not against science! I'm the head of the Texas Intelligence Agency, and I'm not the cardinal of the Inquisition, so I have nothing to object to but my enemies. I'm just going to say that some science games are so crazy that if they are allowed to do this, the world will be in chaos. I heard that there was an Antonio Meouchi guy who was trying to invent something like the 'talking machine'? ”

"Uh...... Mr. Director, I haven't heard of it! ”

"Then you should really read the newspapers," Neville said, "and the newspapers say that he intends to invent a machine more clever than the telegraph, so that a man in Paris can speak to a Texans with a microphone...... Haha, that's crazy! ”

"Did he succeed?"

"Musk, think about it with your ass, he will never succeed!" Neville said, "There is no such thing as this!" If so-called science could really do that, God wouldn't need to take his thirteen disciples running around preaching his gospel. He only needed thirteen 'talking machines' – oh, that's ridiculous! ”

"Hahaha!" The entourage laughed.

Anyway, it was raining heavily ahead, and the three of them were not in a hurry.

While strolling with the reins, we chatted about the world.

From the Italian who wanted to invent the 'talking machine', to the chaotic situation in France, from the black slaves in Africa to the Bolivarian in the Americas, they even talked about distant China, where the Orientals looked like the Indians.

"You say, is there a possibility that the Chinese are Indians who migrated from the Americas?" Neville suddenly had a brainstorm and made an unprecedented point.

"Mr. Director, this ...... I'm afraid it's impossible, right? Could the Indians have been able to swim across the Pacific Ocean? ”

"Listen, Musk, it's entirely possible!" Neville said, "The Pacific Ocean may not have been as deep as it is now, and the Indians could have rowed across it!" Otherwise, there is no way to explain why the Chinese look so similar to the Indians! They are definitely descendants of the Indians! ”

"Uh......", the entourage called Musk thought seriously for a while, and asked a question: "If this is the case, Chinese say that their history is thousands of years, but the Indians have no historical materials at all, is it logically wrong?" ”

"Huh!" Neville sneered and said, "The Spaniards have burned all the historical materials of the Indians, and of course you can't find them." But not being able to find it does not mean that it does not exist, and when we take Mexico in the future and dig up the ground in Mexico City, we will always find evidence of the migration of Indians to China! ”

Musk fell into deep thought.

The other attendant raised an eyebrow, and he had a brilliant idea—

If someone can write a book to prove that the Chinese are Indians who migrated from the Americas, then Mr. Director will be very satisfied!

He even thought of several suitable candidates for the job in an instant.

"Well, don't talk about it! Musk, Bill, Fernando, you should now give me a thought, how many shady things Sam Houston did on his estate! Once we're back in El Paso, it's time to get started! ”

"Yes, Mr. Director!"

……

Right under this same rainstorm.

Fury led his 20,000 'weights' to launch Operation 'Indian Power';

King Bustamante, the old brother of Mexico, returned, dressed in military uniform, and marched towards Mexico City to the south, supported by General Mata Moros;

The shrewd old Zakary Taylor, hunched over his desk and scribbled, preparing to report to the White House a long-awaited plan for the annexation of Mexico;

Sam Houston and Stephen Austin are locked up in a tiny conference room, discussing the candidacy for the next president of the United States of America.

Neville Crockett, a young French nobleman, swayed in the wasteland, directing the country and preparing for a big fight.

In the Turtledove tribe deep in the Sierra Madre Mountains, seven or eight loud cries of babies sounded!

Everyone is looking forward to a bright future!