Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 409 Immigrate to America

Hearing the question from the King of Conquerors, Renn smiled lightly:
"Who will position you as a terrorist, of course it is the only superpower in the world now.

The drastic changes in Eastern Europe, the disintegration of the Soviet Union, and the United States has become the leader of the world order. They will not allow you to challenge their hegemony. "

That's it.

The Emperor suddenly remembered the military videos he watched recently, especially the modern war weapons that appeared in the Gulf War that made him feel excited, which came from the United States.

He waved his hand and said energetically:

"Haha, it makes sense, there can only be one overlord in the world! That man named Clinton is indeed a great enemy!"

Renn almost laughed when he heard the King of Conquerors mention the name of the current U.S. President "Zackton" and said seriously that he regarded him as his greatest enemy.

The emperor was not discouraged, but instead asked Ren with a bold face:

"Wu Ming, can I take off that terrorist's hat by guiding public opinion?"

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of this title, but the king's instinct made him understand that he must never wear this hat to work.

"It's hard, now it's different from the past, all kinds of media and voice channels are in the hands of the United States and its allies.

Even if you were wronged, it’s useless. What most people can receive is the negative news about your crimes, burning, killing, and looting.

It is even difficult for you to recruit a large number of people, let alone raise funds to buy weapons, they will restrict you in various ways..."

The emperor's expression finally became a little more dignified. The difficult situation of this era was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.

Weber, on the other hand, looked at Ren with white hair and a black and red suit with an expression on his face.

What a strange guy, the clothes don't seem to be ancient clothes, they look very fashionable.

"Wu Ming, what era are you a heroic spirit? Why do you know so much about modern times?" With a move in his heart, Weber asked curiously.

Ren raised his eyebrows and began to talk nonsense: "I come from the not-too-distant future, an unknown person who was lucky enough to become a heroic spirit."

What a talent, to be able to become a Heroic Spirit in this era.

The King of Conquerors' eyes lit up immediately. He urgently needs subordinates who understand modern society in this way to assist him in his great cause of conquering the world!

As for capturing the Holy Grail, he is confident that it will not be a problem.

"Wu Ming, according to your opinion, what method should I use to conquer the world?" He hoped to get some advice.

Ren smiled confidently. After wasting so much saliva, the fish finally took the bait.

Anyway, bragging and not spending money, he showed the momentum of a pyramid scheme leader, and said nonsense:

"It's very simple, first immigrate to the United States, become an American citizen, then raise funds, hire a public relations team, and run for president.

After being elected, find a way to control those big conglomerates and Wall Street tycoons...the world's most powerful country is in hand, and then start a war in the name of anti-terrorism.

Take Canada first, then occupy New Zealand, and then attack Australia. If you have time, you can also flatten the island country under your feet...then land in Europe in a glorious way...rebuild the Macedonian Empire..."

Weber: "..."

Hearing Ryan's impassioned speech, Weber's jaw dropped to the ground with an expression of a dog.

The King of Conquerors looked at Ren with more and more fiery eyes. It wasn't that he wanted to mess with the gangsters. It was the kind of eyes that a hero in troubled times looked at his own dog-headed military adviser.

This king needs such talents!

"Wu Ming, stop talking nonsense, you need a native-born beauty to nominate a presidential candidate!" Weber shouted with a broken face.

He obviously came to prove himself in the Holy Grail War, but how did it end up like this? The two servants didn't fight when they met, but chatted passionately.

The most frightening thing is that if the two of them join forces, once they get the Holy Grail, if they really do this, it is not impossible that they will succeed.

Ren, who had been exposed, was still unhurried, smiling, and staring at Weber with a steady gaze like an old dog:

"Young man, what's your name?"

For some reason, looking at Ren who was smiling but not smiling, Weber suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by Director Kenneth.

He bit the bullet and said, "Weber Velvet."

Compared with the servants, the master's name is not so important.

"It's just a mere identity, Weber, do you think it is more difficult to solve this problem, or is it more difficult to conquer the world from scratch?" Ren asked back with a smile.

"This... this..." Wei Bo stuttered.

Ren was unreasonable and relentless, pressing on Weber step by step:
"Or, you pay for the King of Conquerors to buy weapons? Mr. Weber, let me remind you that it costs more than 2 billion dollars to buy a B20 bomber!"

20 million?
Poverty limits my imagination, creativity, physical strength, and vitality... This time, Weber didn't speak at all.

Remembering that he had borrowed all his travel expenses to the Far East from others, he was about to be defeated by poverty.

No, you can't admit defeat yet.

In any case, even if Wuming and Rider are just talking and the hope is slim, he doesn't want the two of them to practice it.

After calmly thinking for a moment, Weber retorted:

"Wu Ming, this is impossible, the Church of the Holy Church, and the Magic Association will not allow you to do this!"

Finding the problem, he had a triumphant expression on his face.

"It's hard to say, don't forget the Holy Grail, it's an omnipotent wishing machine." Ren started talking nonsense again.

The fact that the Holy Grail was tainted was unknown to anyone but him for the time being.

Sure enough, Weber began to tremble, if... Wu Ming and the others made that kind of wish, oh my god... it would be a disaster.

Watching the reaction of his Master, the King of Conquerors who had been thinking about it just now seemed to understand something.

It is feasible!
He decided that after fighting this Holy Grail War and gaining the flesh, he would enlist military adviser Wu Ming and immigrate to the United States immediately!
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It is impossible to give up conquering the world, not in this lifetime.

He originally thought about raising troops from Europe to fight against the United States, but the reverse is not impossible, since they circle the earth anyway.

"Haha, I understand." The King of Conquerors grinned, picked up a bottle of beer, and handed it to Ren, "Wu Ming, come, let's drink first! After watching a good show, we will talk about the plan to conquer the world!"

Ren smiled slightly and was not polite. He took the bottle, bit off the cap with his mouth, and took a few sips.

He didn't intend to really conquer the world with Iskandar, but he just wanted to change some of his thoughts and clear the quest.

"The two of them are finally going to fight." Looking at the bay, Ren could feel that the two fighting spirits were about to collide.

He has a C+ level of clairvoyance, and can clearly see the situation on the other side of the dock area.

Saber and Irisviel, who were provoked, did not hide anything, and walked openly on a four-lane lane paved for the passage of large vehicles.

Opposite them was the spearman with two brushes ── Diarmuid, "The Shining Face".

The two first confronted each other, and after a burst of necessary business bragging, they were ready to fight.

The two guns were raised left and right like spreading wings, and Lancer smiled confidently, posing as an invitation to fight.

Saber immediately put on a set of shining silver and azure blue armor, holding a ball of "air" in both hands, and took the initiative to attack.

Although it was a primitive collision of cold weapons, the fighting between servants was still astonishingly powerful, bursting out with powerful destructive power.

The blade of the sword tore through the air, the terrifying sharpness pierced the sky, and the two guns set off a turbulent wave, cutting and smashing the earth!

Sparks burst out, swords and spears dance.

King Dumao and Brother Brush were unambiguous in their actions.

The figures of the two quickly staggered, stepping on the ground, causing air waves, gold and iron colliding non-stop, setting off a torrent of destructive power!

The strong wind blew low, the zinc and iron plates torn from the surface of the iron box in the warehouse were distorted and deformed, and the floor tiles also began to crack, with cracks appearing under the two people's feet.

"Wu Ming, which of the two of them do you think will have the upper hand?" On the bridge arch, watching the battle situation, the emperor asked casually after taking a sip of his wine.

"Lancer."

"Oh, why not the little blonde girl?"

"Because Saber has only one sword, and Lancer has two guns."

(End of this chapter)