Coming out of the gun shop, Zhang San took out his mobile phone and called the White House, and the other party listened to his weird electronic voice and thought it was someone's prank at first.

But when he said he had a way to 'fix' some of the thorns, there was a slight change in attitude.

(Sir, you said your name was Keyboard?) ）

"Well, keyboards. Standing in front of the old Werther gun shop not far from the Walter Company, you should be able to see me through the camera at the intersection. ”

He waved his hand at the camera, and the person on the other end suddenly fell silent for a moment.

After waiting for about five minutes, the voice of the other party came from the phone again.

(Keyboard: Sir, please wait where you are and our people will come and pick you up. ）

Putting away the phone that hung up, the big keypad in the eyes of passers-by went straight to a store on the street.

When it came out of the store, it carried a bag full of snacks in one hand and an ice cream in the other.

"Wow, bro, how did you eat it?"

"That's all." Zhang San showed the curious passers-by how he ate, and the ice cream disappeared as he approached his keypad bit.

"Cool!"

Passers-by find it surprising to eat like this, especially when a large keyboard doesn't have a mouth at all.

"Can we take a picture with you?"

"Absolutely."

With its consent, several passers-by stepped forward to stand next to the keyboard and held up their phones like the girls before them, and some of them were still on the live stream.

"Guys, I came across a pretty amazing keyboard today, and it eats like magic!"

"It's time for a change of taste, maybe we need to add some alternative superheroes."

"A keyboard with long hands and feet? I. Target. Sky. For the first time, I saw it as it really existed in reality. ”

Zhang San completely became the background board of these people, and received some kisses from live broadcast girls.

Suddenly, a black SUV drove towards him, and the car slowly stopped on the side of the road and a person stepped out of it.

"Mr. Keyboard, I'm here to pick you up, you can call me David."

The tough-guy David has black hair and looks a lot like James in a suit. Bond's.

"I'm sorry guys, but you've seen someone pick me up, sorry."

'Difficult' to squeeze out of the crowd, Zhang San glanced at the man in suit and sunglasses who helped open the car door, and then he handed the bag he was carrying to the other party.

Now there are some small notes in the bag in addition to snacks, all of which are the phone numbers left by those passers-by.

And I don't know who stuffed underwear into it, anyway, he didn't plan to eat those snacks inside.

The black off-road vehicle quickly drove off the street after picking up people, and Zhang San, who was sitting next to the man with a bag in his hand, asked David in front of him about the situation:

"You're the FBI?"

The White House could not have sent some people to pick him up casually, and judging by the size and standing of these men, it is likely that they had been soldiers for a long time.

"Sir, we are the CIA."

Unexpectedly, David looked at the keyboard in the rearview mirror and said that they were FBI colleagues, the CIA.

The car drove for several blocks until it entered the underground parking lot of a building with gunned security.

The driver, a guy in suit and sunglasses, David, they put the keyboard in the middle and walked into the elevator together.

"You can actually throw it away, I don't know which immoral one stuffed underwear into it."

Brother Sunglasses, who hadn't spoken all the time, nodded, and threw the bag into the trash can next to him after getting out of the elevator.

However, as soon as the group left, a man wearing gloves came and took the bag from the trash can.

"This way." David led him to a room where a star-striped banner was looping on a large TV hanging on the wall.

The CIA logo is also plastered on the wall, and what was supposed to be an office has been temporarily converted into a conference room.

"Sir, do you mind.?"

As the two sat down, David pointed to the camera on the big screen next to him, and what they said next would be seen by the people in the White House.

"I don't care, is it the president over there?"

The screen that was originally playing the Star-Spangled Banner on a loop suddenly changed, and what appeared in front of Zhang San's eyes was a man wearing a suit with a small Star-Spangled Banner badge pinned to his chest.

His background didn't look like he was in the White House, but like he was in a small room like them.

"You say you have a way to deal with the threat posed to us by the Motherland?"

"I'm talking about tackling the thorns, and of course, he can do that too."

"How?"

The president, with his hands on his hands, leaned in to the camera, wondering what the long-handed keyboard could say.

As a result, he saw the other party's black ball-like hand on his chest, which means that it can be done?

"I'm the strongest keyboard in the world, not one of them."

"Are you kidding me?"

The president's expectant gaze turned into unpleasantness, and in the face of the keyboard's self-recommendation, he didn't feel the security that the other party gave him.

It's just a mechanical keyboard with long hands and feet and a strange voice, what can it do?

It's not even a human right now!

"Have any of you ever been up close to the sun?"

"What do you mean?"

With his hands spread, Zhang San said to the president on the big screen: "It means that I can throw the thorn head into the sun like garbage." ”

"Can you go to the universe?" The president began to scan the big keyboard with black hands and feet, and if it could get as close to the sun as it said, it would be fine.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

David, the only one in the room who didn't say much, instantly became the target of the two.

The president on the other end probably didn't want to see his subordinates die at such a young age, so after thinking about it, he rejected the suggestion.

Of course, although he rejected the suggestion that the keyboard take people to the sun, he still asked it to prove itself.

Because there are some things that can't be stopped once they start, and if the keyboard lies, the unlucky one will be him, the president.

Self-proof

"I'm going to take a picture and come back?"

"You want to fly off Earth in New York? I asked David to bring you over, and you demonstrated the power on my side. ”

The Walter Building is in New York, as are the people of the motherland.

The president didn't want the things they were talking about to be known to those people, especially the superhuman.

"No, I have a spaceship that can stealthily send me outside."

"You have a spaceship? Can it be used? ”

In the eyes of the president, this news is much more valuable than saying that he can get up close and personal with the sun, and the research on superpowers is very random, and it is impossible to specify the desired results.

Can spaceship technology? (End of chapter)