"Where is 1 minute enough, I have a lot of volume!" Paul protested, but it seemed that the agent was not going to pay attention to him.

"There's 58 seconds left." The agent reminded him.

Paul swore and closed the door, then walked deeper into the bathroom.

A moment later, the sound of water sounded in the bathroom.

At this time, a black point of light appeared in the bathroom, and the dust in the air drifted into this point of light, and did not reappear.

The point of light grew rapidly, quickly expanding from a small one to the size of a ping-pong ball, then to the size of a basketball, and finally to stop when it was the size of a trash can lid.

Paul was still humming a song, not noticing that a crocodile shoe with gold plates sticking out of the black ball of light behind him.

The shoe stepped on the ground, and after some probing, a figure emerged from the ball of light.

It was a tall man dressed in a modest suit, a bow tie, and a black mask on his face.

He glanced toward the bathroom door, then came behind Paul.

Paul had just released his physical need when he turned around and suddenly saw this suspicious man.

He was about to call out, but the other party covered his mouth.

The masked man turned on the faucet, causing the bathroom to sound water, and then shh

"It's me, Mr. Keyboardist."

Paul's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked vaguely, "Mr. Tree Hole?" ”

'Mr. Tree Cave' let go of his hand and nodded, "It's me." ”

"I'm here to save you, come with me."

He came to the black ball of light, first stepped over with his feet raised, and then the whole person got inside.

Dumbfounded, Paul walked behind the ball of light and went back to the place where Mr. Tree Hole had just disappeared: "This is incredible. ”

'Mr. Tree Hole' poked his head out of the ball of light again: "Hurry up, do you want to be discovered by the security department?" ”

"Of course not."

Paul cautiously reached out and plunged into the black ball of light, touching nothing.

Suddenly, a hand reached out of the ball of light, grabbed Paul's neckline, and pulled him into the ball of light at once.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the photosphere, then rapidly shrunk and finally disappeared into thin air.

Soon the pool was full and bubbling out.

At this time, the agent outside the door heard the sound of water, frowned, and knocked on the door: "Mr. Paul, you can come out." ”

No one answered the door.

The agent's face changed, and he immediately opened the door, but there was no sign of Paul in the bathroom.

He looked carefully again, and when he didn't find it, he hurried to the living room.

Mallory, who was drinking coffee, raised his head: "What's wrong?" ”

The agent looked ashamed and said, "Madam, Paul is gone." ”

"I swear I've been outside the gate, and I've checked, there's no way out of the bathroom."

"Yes"

Mallory didn't listen to him, and rushed into the bathroom, where she checked it herself, confirming that, as the agent had said, there was no way out of it.

The windows are welded, the vents can only fit into a cat, and there is a metal fence separating them.

Paul would never have been able to escape unless he turned into a fly.

"Paul is not a superhuman, and he must not be able to leave."

"So, there's a superhuman helping him?"

"Mr. Tree Hole?"

Mallory walked out of the bathroom and said calmly, "Locate Paul's position immediately." ”

As the head of the Ministry of Security and a wealth of experience, Mallory quietly installed a tracker for Paul as early as when he transferred him.

The tracker can be located by satellites, and as long as Paul doesn't run out of outer space, even if he hides in the South Pole, he can be found.

The results came out quickly.

One of the agents looked up and said, "Found him, ma'am." ”

"Where is he?"

"Washington."

"Oh, the signal is gone."

Mallory's eyes flickered: "Washington, this superhuman who took Paul away, has the ability to teleport in space?" ”

"Why did you go to Washington?"

"Does it have anything to do with tomorrow's presidential campaign?"

"They're going to take advantage of the presidential campaign, when the federal attention is all focused there, so they can make some kind of deal?"

Previously, in the chat room of the forum, 'Mr. Tree Hole' did not mention the place and time of the transaction.

Judging by the current situation, the place of the transaction should be Washington, and the time is tomorrow!

"Let's go, let's go to Washington at once." Mallory made a quick decision.

Washington.

in a hotel room.

"Gott~"

Paul threw up his breakfast on the toilet and got up weakly and washed his face at the sink.

Mr. Tree Hole handed over a towel, then threw a cracked button into the toilet bowl and flushed it with water.

Paul glanced down at the toilet, "Tracker?" ”

"Of course, my friend."

'Mr. Tree Hole' said in an exaggerated tone, "This is the method that the Ministry of Security is used to. ”

Paul's face changed: "Then don't they know where we are?" ”

"By the way, where is this?"

'Mr. Tree Hole' didn't answer, but opened the curtain next to it.

So Paul saw a white, neoclassical sandstone building in the distance.

"The White House?"

"We're in Washington, D.C., how did you do that?" Paul was a little unconvinced of his eyes.

'Mr. Tree Hole' re-closed the curtains: "Spatial teleportation, my 'wormhole' allows us to shuttle between different spaces and different locations. ”

"If I've been, or can see somewhere."

"I can also manipulate the 'black hole', it's a grumpy little thing, you don't want to see it."

Paul looked at him as if he was listening to some fairy tale: "You can control the 'wormhole', and you can also use the 'black hole'." ”

"No wonder you call yourself 'Mr. Tree Hole.'"

He then said nervously: "I have a tracker on me, doesn't that mean that the Department of Security already knows that we are in Washington." ”

Mr. Tree Hole walked into the living room, slowly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Paul: "It's normal for people who are doing spatial teleportation for the first time to get used to it and vomit or other things. ”

"Come, have a glass of wine to suppress the shock."

Paul is in the mood to drink right now: "We have to get out of here, it's not safe here, the security department will come to you at any time." ”

"Don't worry, my friend."

'Mr. Tree Hole' calmly said, "They can't find here, do you know how big Washington is?" ”

"Do you know what the population of this city is?"

"Believe me, they can't find this place in a few days."

"By the time they found it, we would have run away."

Paul wondered, "If we have to leave sooner or later, why don't we leave now?" ”

'Mr. Tree Hole' did not answer.

Paul had a flash of inspiration: "Deal." ”

"Trading in Washington?"

"You guessed it, friend."

Mr. Tree Hole sat down on a couch: "The time for the deal is tomorrow, and when those congressmen start speaking at the White House and in the city, that's when we make a deal." ”

"When the time comes, the focus of the whole city, and even the entire federation, will be on the presidential race, and no one will notice us."

Paul picked up the whiskey and took a sip: "Who's the buyer?" ”

"Russians."

'Mr. Tree Hole' smiled, "They are very interested in my stuff. ”

Paul looked at the man, "You rescued me because of tomorrow's deal and need my help?" ”

"I like how smart you're here, friend."

'Mr. Tree Hole' spread his hands and said, "You're right, I need you. ”

"I need you to use my identity tomorrow to meet with the seller and complete the transaction."

"After the transaction is completed, I will give you 10% of the transaction amount as your commission, what do you think?"

Paul casually asked, "What's the transaction value?" ”

He took another sip of whiskey.

"A billion, dollars."

A rainbow immediately erupted from Paul's mouth.

"A billion dollars?"

"Then my commission is 100 million?"

Paul was ecstatic, if there were 100 million, his daughter would be able to see a doctor.

'Mr. Tree Hole' nodded: "Your math is excellent, yes, your commission is 100 million." ”

"Well, would you like to do me a favor?"

Without thinking about it, Paul said, "Of course, definitely!" ”

But after calming down, he asked again, "What about you?" ”

"Who are you responsible for?"

'Mr. Tree Hole' let out a chuckle from his mask, "I'm in charge of the show." ”

"I'm going to wreak havoc on the presidential campaign and draw the Ministry of Security and our venerable 'savior.'"

"So that the transaction can go smoothly."

"Since I'm taking on more, more risks, I'm not asking for 900 million, right?"

Paul hurriedly said, "Not too much, not too much at all." ”

"So, what do I have to do to convince the seller that I am 'Mr. Tree Hole'?"

'Mr. Tree Hole' picked up a black mask from the couch, "Why don't you start with it?" ”

It's night.

The flickering lights of Washington give this city on the east coast of the Commonwealth a unique and charming atmosphere.

At night, the city of Washington shines like a shining jewel. The lights of the city are like stars, illuminating the dark night as if it were day. The Capitol is even more solemn at night, with white marble reflecting dazzling light in the light.

The Washington Monument towers into the sky, and its white stele stands out even more in the night light. This monument has witnessed the growth and growth of the Union and is one of the iconic buildings of the city of Washington. The surrounding streets, lined with trees swaying gently in the breeze, add a touch of peace and serenity to the city.

At night, the Potomac River glistens in the light and flows quietly like a diamond necklace.

Azu stood tall in the clouds, condescending, looking down on the city, and then flew towards the Potomac River.

The long river, one of the largest in the Union, originates in New York State and flows through the Washington metropolitan area before empties into the Atlantic Ocean.

At this time, on the river, there is a yacht holding a party.

The party is lively, with bands and sexy girls dancing to the music to push the atmosphere to a high point.

Woohoo.

There are also fireworks exploding in the sky above the yacht, which is dazzling.

This is the important figure of the 'Democratic Party', James Brown. The party held by Barard was attended by many members of the 'Democratic Party' on the yacht, as well as businessmen who supported the party.

Victoria. Newman was undoubtedly the brightest figure at the party, and tonight she wore a demure but sexy evening gown. With Ballard's recommendation, meet with important people and enlist their support for tomorrow's campaign speech.

"I heard that Ms. Newman was personally recommended to Congress by the previous president, Mr. Archibald."

"It seems that Ms. Newman is really powerful, otherwise how could she have been strongly recommended by the previous president."

In the middle of the conversation, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

Victoria. Newman turned his head to see that the sharp remark was made by a man who did not appear to be in his thirties.

His words seem to be praising Newman on the surface, but in fact it is an allusion to Newman's ability to get to where he is today, not by his own strength, but by the favor and support of the previous president.

James. Ballard whispered in Newman's ear, "His name is Maud. Kelly, a partisan upstart, has a lot of resources at his disposal. ”

"I also participated in the presidential election this year and has been nominated by Congress, but because of your participation, as the least qualified person, he was naturally kicked out of the list by Congress."

Newman nodded, knowing where the gentleman's hostility towards him was coming from.

"Good evening, Mr. Maude."

Newman said generously: "I have no strength, but I have not relied on the support of Mr. Archibald to get to where I am today. ”

Maude laughed: "You don't want to say that you're on your own, right?" ”

The men next to him let out a polite chuckle, but the laughter, to Newman's ears, was a little harsh.

Newman's face did not change, and he said with a smile: "Before I ran for president, I was only a small congressman, although I was fortunate enough to serve as the secretary of the secretary of defense. ”

"Compared to Mr. Maude, but the other gentlemen who participated in the election, my experience is not worth mentioning."

"The reason why I've come this far is that there is a big man behind me, but not the former president."

"It's the motherland."

"So you're wrong, Mr. Maude."

"Mr. Archibald doesn't have the power to support me this far."

"The one who supported me was the 'savior' who saved the world."

"Well, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Not many people know the true identity of the supporters behind Newman, who are all figures at the top of the federal pyramid.

It's a pity that although Maud is excellent, it is still a long way from the top of the pyramid.

When he heard that Newman's supporters were actually from the motherland, he couldn't help but feel a pang of despair.

In this case, Newman became president, almost a fact.

She ran for election, but it was just a formality.

Maude at this moment can also understand why like James. A big man like Byald would hold a party for Newman, an obscure little councilor, and introduce her to the bigwigs from all sides.

It turned out to be paving the way for her, and at the same time expressing a kind of heart to the people of the motherland.

"It's not fair."

Maud shook her head and said, "It's so unfair to the others. ”

James. Balard's face changed, and he was about to accuse the young man when he heard a voice above him.

"Fair?"

"Are you still a child?"

"When has the world ever been fair?"

(End of chapter)