Hearing that Azu wanted to have a good talk with the 'keyboard warriors' and talk to each other in person, Ashley only felt a cold back, and couldn't help but lift her hips and chest, trying to squeeze out a smile.

"Sir, do you need me to contact them for you?"

"No, I don't."

"I already know where they are and who they are." Azu smiled, just now when he looked at the comments on the tablet, he had already sent out a stream of information, entered the network, found the IP of those 'keyboard warriors', and recorded their appearance through the camera of the other party's electronic device.

Ashley nodded, and added, "One more thing, sir." ”

Azu glanced back at her: "What else is going on?" ”

"That's right."

"Mr. President, you are invited to the White House next Monday for the award ceremony."

"He thinks that last time because of the super meteorite, many things were not done in place, and you did not officially announce to the outside world that you became a general."

He wants you to attend the ceremony, which will be broadcast live from around the world.

"He said he was going to solemnly announce to the world that the best and most powerful general in the history of the Union was born."

Ashley licked her lips, she was excited, because if Azu attended this ceremony, the stock of the Walter Company would definitely go up like crazy.

As one of the shareholders, she is naturally happy to contribute to the dividends she can get.

"Oh, there's such a thing."

Azu smiled and said, "No problem. ”

"You go and tell Mr. President, and I'll be there on time."

Ashley immediately said: "Sir, I will immediately ask the public relations department to prepare a line for you, no, prepare a few copies, and you can choose them yourself when the time comes." ”

Azu shook his head and said, "Don't be so troublesome. ”

"Lines or something, I'll do it myself."

Seeing Azu say this, Ashley stopped insisting.

She walked away quickly, and after walking out of the command hall, she began to call the White House president's office to relay Azu's intentions.

Azu clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I'm going out for a walk too." ”

As soon as he walked around, he came to the Ministry of Defense building.

Ministry of Defence building, Victoria. Newman walked down the hallway to his office, holding his head high.

On Azu's recommendation, she successfully became the secretary to the Minister of Defense and officially became one of the core figures of the country.

Although she is still a long way from the core, she is much more advanced than her previous status as a councilor.

Now she has daily access to the country's secrets, which she could never have imagined before.

Even now, she sometimes wonders if she's dreaming.

She couldn't believe she could get this far.

Of course.

Newman was well aware that it would be difficult for him to enter the core of the country on his own.

She can stand at this height.

It's all because of that man.

The man who changed her life.

The man who haunted her.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Everyone who passed by, whether sincere or fake, would say hello to her.

This is not only because of her status as a secretary, but also because behind her, is the most powerful man in the world.

Speaking of which, though.

The man hadn't been seen in a while.

Where will he be?

As soon as this thought flashed through her, Newman walked into the office and saw someone sitting in her chair, looking at a picture frame.

When he saw himself come in, he put down his picture frame and said with a grin, "Good morning." ”

Motherland!

Newman couldn't stop smiling.

She quickly closed her office.

Turn off all monitoring.

Then sit on Azu's lap.

"It's good to see you, sir."

Azu smiled: "Am I so popular?" ”

Newman ruffled his hair, looked into Azu's blue eyes, and said, "I can't think of a woman who can refuse your passion." ”

Azu scanned Newman and said, "Your heart is beating too fast. ”

"It's okay."

Newman's breathing intensified: "I could have jumped harder." ”

Then she bit her lip in Azu's ear and said, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet." ”

Azu comprehended, laughed, and pressed Newman's head with his hand: "Then let you taste my benefits." ”

Immediately.

In this office.

Azu's spear is invincible.

It was nearly noon.

Newman poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat as if a flame was burning, and then said, "Mr. President, I would like to invite you to Monday's investiture ceremony." ”

Azu nodded: "I know." ”

"What can I do for you?" Newman asked.

Azu smiled, "That's exactly what I came to you for. ”

"I think the federation is too lax in terms of network management."

"Perhaps, they should tighten their control over this."

"Lest some guys think that the Internet is a lawless place where they can do whatever they want."

Newman immediately realized: "You're referring to the online incident about the Protectorate." ”

Azu laughed and said, "Talking to smart people is to save trouble." ”

Newman took another sip of water and said, "I see how, sir." ”

Afternoon.

Washington, White House.

President Rick. Archibald walked into his office, and the office secretary reported.

"Sir, I received a reply from Walter Corporation about the award ceremony in the morning."

"The Motherland has promised to attend the ceremony, promising to arrive at the White House on time on Monday morning."

Archibald snorted, took off his suit, and hung it on the coat rack by his secretary.

He sat down in his chair, opened the drawer, and pulled out a box of Cuban cigars.

The secretary came to him, expertly handled his cigar for him, and lit it for him.

The president took a puff, then looked at the officials in his office.

"What do you think?"

I look at you and look at me at these officials, and I dare not express my opinions casually.

After all, that is a native of the motherland.

Those related to the motherland need to be cautious.

General Mack coughed dryly and said, "The award ceremony will be broadcast live around the world, Mr. President, this is an opportunity for us. ”

"Since the last supermeteorite incident, many countries have begun to question whether the Federation can still control the people of the motherland."

"They are worried that the motherland will become a time bomb if it is not controlled."

"I think maybe we can take this opportunity to announce to the world that the motherland is still under our control in some subtle way."

The president swallowed the clouds: "Then how do you think that the motherland, which is not under our control, can make other countries feel that we can still control him?" ”

"Attitude."

General Mack said in a deep voice: "As long as we can get the people of the motherland to cooperate and show an attitude of cooperation with us, we can do this." ”

"For example, we can make a fuss on the awarding table."

"We made the medal platform in the shape of a step, with you standing at the top, and the motherland standing at the bottom, so that a distinction between the upper and lower levels can be highlighted."

Rick nodded and said, "That's really a solution. ”

"Let the Propaganda Department think about how to make a fuss about this award."

Naturally, this does not need to be passed on by General Mack.

Later, the office secretary will inform the personnel of the Propaganda Department.

Time flies.

It's Monday in the blink of an eye.

Early morning.

Derrick was on his way home.

He is a worker in a processing factory, he just finished the night shift last night, and today he can take a day off.

Darik, who is in his early thirties this year, has an unstable income because of his obesity, coupled with his average family background.

So much so that he didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone married.

This makes Derrick always appear inferior in front of people.

He always walks with his head down.

He likes to wear hats, and will pull them so low that he wants to put his head in them.

He doesn't dare to look at others outside, and when he communicates with people, he always stares at other people's feet.

All this is a sign of lack of self-confidence.

He has no friends and lives alone in New York, renting a single apartment.

Factories and apartments are all there is to life in Darik.

At this time, Daerik passed through an alley.

Suddenly, he saw that three black men in the alley had blocked a woman in the corner.

It seems to be a robbery.

This is all too common in New York.

The city is far from safe.

There are as many thieves and robbers as rats in the sewers.

The woman saw Derrick and quickly shouted, "Hey, sir, please help me!" ”

Several black men immediately looked over, and their eyes fell on Darek's body, and one of them said fiercely.

"If you don't want to die, get out, fatty!"

Daerrick flinched, glanced at the woman, and trotted away with his head down.

He heard the laughter of black people coming from the alley.

I heard the woman cursing herself.

Derrick's face was hot.

He screamed inwardly.

What's wrong with me!

I'm not from the motherland!

I'm just an ordinary person.

Nothing but fat spots.

Why laugh at me.

Why curse me.

Shouldn't it be the people of the motherland who should laugh at and curse?

If he doesn't show up in time, he doesn't deserve to be a superhero!

Daerik returned to the apartment as if fleeing for his life, and as soon as he entered the elevator, a hand reached out, and a man walked into the elevator with a drunken body.

This is Bart, who lives next door to him, an alcoholic, addict, and violent maniac.

"Hey, Darik."

Bart leaned over with a grin, bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, and sniffed beside Darik.

"I smell dollars."

"You just got paid, didn't you?"

"Lend me $10 and I'll pay you back in a few days."

You've borrowed $10 many times and never paid it back!

A voice in Darik's mind shouted.

It even looks like he smashed this guy's head with a punch.

Syllable!

Bart slapped Derrick in the face.

"What's the fuss, money!"

"Or do you want me to cut through your fat face?"

Derrick immediately pulled a few dollars out of his pocket, bowed his head and handed them to Bart.

Bart twitched it.

Just then the elevator door opened, and Bart kicked Derrick in the ass, "Get out of here, dead fat." ”

Darek didn't dare to attack, and he didn't raise his head until he opened the door and returned to his own world.

He took a shower, then took out the leftover pizza from yesterday from the fridge, then made himself a cup of coffee, and sat down in front of the computer with the pizza and coffee.

No one on the Internet knows about the fat and poor Darek, only the 'dark lemon' who dares to speak up.

The Internet is Darerick's paradise.

The keyboard is his bible.

On the Internet, he is the God who judges all beings!

While drinking coffee, Darick logged on to his Twitter, opened the webpage, and saw his message about the motherland a few days ago, which has been liked more than 100,000 times!

Darek couldn't help but cheer.

Close your eyes.

It was as if you could hear the praise of all beings.

He let out a long breath.

Then browse the news.

Soon he saw a piece of exciting news.

At ten o'clock this morning, the people of the motherland will go to the White House to participate in the ceremony of awarding the general!

Below this news, there have been quite a few comments.

Darik's eyes lit up like a hungry dog with flesh and bones, and he bit into the pizza in his mouth, tapping his oil-stained fingers on the keyboard, which had been worn to the point that the letters could not be seen.

'Dark Lemon: What? The motherland is going to be a general? Where is a clown like this worthy of being a general, he is not as wise as a dog! ’

Hit the 'send button', watch the message appear in the comment area, and then the number of likes in the back went up.

Derrick felt something indescribably wonderful.

In reality, I may not be Superman.

But on the web, I'm omnipotent.

Darik was happy in his heart, and watching his comments gain countless followers, he proudly picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Soon.

Ten o'clock in a quarter of an hour.

Daerik turned on the TV and tuned in live.

New York television showed scenes from the White House, and it could be seen that the president had arrived at the scene.

The stepped stage is already surrounded by reporters, the microphones on the stage are as dense as a forest of guns, and the cameras are aimed at the medal table, and the reporters have prepared their cameras, and their faces are tied tightly, like soldiers who are about to rush to the battlefield.

"This is New York TV, I'm reporter Catherine, and I'm covering from the field."

"There's still a quarter of an hour to go, and now we can see that the president and officials at all levels are basically there, and the atmosphere is very enthusiastic."

"This will probably be the most memorable day in the history of the Union."

"Because today, the Federation will give birth to the first transhuman general."

"It's going to go down in history."

On the TV, the glamorous female reporter was reporting, and Derick kept staring at the long black legs, and it was difficult to concentrate and couldn't hear what the reporter was saying.

Suddenly, a dull roar sounded on the television, startling Darik, and then he saw a figure descending from the sky on the television.

By the time he stood up, the beautiful reporter in front of the screen had already rushed over.

That's the Motherland.

Today's focus is on people!

Not only the reporters in front of the screen, but also reporters from other media flocked to the motherland.

Looking at the blonde man on the screen who was murdering a large amount of film, Darek snorted heavily in his nostrils.

"What a clown!" (End of chapter)