Extraterrestrial parasite

Under the light of the flashlight, the first mural on the stone wall caught Chen Yang's eyes.

In the first mural, countless people were kowtowing and worshiping the person in the middle, surrounding them four or five times. Chen Yang felt strangely that the person surrounded in the middle was not an artistic process. There were eight black lines radiating outward from the man's head, and I don't know what they meant.

Chen Yang shook his head, then turned to look at the second mural.

On this second mural, a square with many black lines carved on it fell from the sky to the earth. Countless people knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

This was a square with many black lines drawn on it. Chen Yang just took one look at it and immediately realized that this square should be the cube he was holding.

The right hand has already said before that the material and structure of the cube are far beyond what humans can create, and should come from an extremely advanced civilization.

And on this second mural, the cube falling from the sky doesn't mean something...

Chen Yang pondered for a moment and then looked at the third mural.

Chen Yang couldn't quite understand the third mural.

The man surrounded by people was holding a cube and surrounded by black lines one after another. The figures of the people who were normal before seemed to have been stretched in half in this third mural, entangled and torn apart. Split, extend out.

Let alone Chen Yang, if it were an archaeologist, he would probably be confused.

Impatient, Chen Yang immediately began to inspect the fourth mural.

Compared to the first three murals, this fourth mural is even more bizarre. Countless black lines burst out of the cube. Many people are running away in all directions, and are struck one after another by the black lines shot out of the cube. Throughout, there were many corpses depicted on the ground.

"Sir Screw. Look at this painting, something seems wrong."

Chen Yang interrupted his right hand, which was still contemplating, and asked it to look at the fourth mural.

"What's so weird about this?"

I looked at the mural with my right hand and didn't have much doubts.

"Sir, judging from these murals, this cube is probably a bit dangerous."

Although Chen Yang hasn't really understood the meaning of the mural. However, the signs revealed from the surface paintings of the murals already make people feel very uneasy.

The right hand is noncommittal. It has never seen the material of this cube, but it does not mean that it will be afraid. Which of the things it owns is not dangerous?

Giving a gun to backward indigenous people will certainly make them feel dangerous, but if it is held in the hands of modern people, they will not feel that this gun is dangerous.

It seemed that what he said did not attract his right hand's real attention. Chen Yang sighed and moved his eyes to the fifth mural.

Strictly speaking, the fifth mural is not a mural, it can only be regarded as a ghost painting. The messy lines and characters are a completely new type of hieroglyphics. Without comparison and comparison, most people can't make out anything even after looking at them for three days and three nights.

Look at the next few murals. Chen Yang found that they were all the same line characters as the fifth mural, and immediately gave up looking.

"Sir Screw. Let's go out first. There's nothing to see here."

After scanning the entire cave, Chen Yang lost most of his interest and suggested.

"Okay, put this thing away."

Rolling the cube in his right hand, he gently put it into Chen Yang's pocket.

Chen Yang walked out of this strange cave without hesitation. Returning to the pit along the tunnel from which they came, they found the fat man Pierre waiting anxiously above.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately shouted: "Oh my God, what are you doing? Why don't you get the ladder over here quickly?"

even. Pierre also gave a loyal hand, expressing his loyalty and concern for Chen Yang with every detail.

"A cave was found down there...there shouldn't be anything valuable. Pierre, notify the local government and ask them to come and take a look."

Chen Yang took the wet wipes handed over by Liu Helan, wiped his hands and said.

"Boss, but..."

Pierre was a bit embarrassed.

"But what?"

"We have already bought this land. If ruins are discovered underneath, the government will take over, and our construction will be greatly affected."

Peele shared his concerns.

"Then what are you going to do? To hide it from the local government?"

Chen Yang shook his head and said: "This is absolutely impossible. If you can hide it for a day, you should spend some money? But you can't spend money to shut up people forever..."

After a pause, Chen Yang continued: "Let the construction party stop and discuss with the local government to see if there are conditions acceptable to both parties."

The only condition acceptable to both parties is to change the land. It is impossible to bury the ruins and pretend that they don't know about it.

After giving Pierre some instructions, Chen Yang was still relatively relieved about him and returned to the hotel with Wang Rui and Liu Helan.

That night, the three of them took a plane to Los Angeles, USA.

Los Angeles is the second largest city in the United States after New York, with a population of 13.5 million. This huge city, located on the west coast of the United States, is known as Los Angeles, the City of Angels.

Countless people from all over the world come to this West Coast city with the so-called American dream in mind, hoping to become rich overnight and become a great person. It is a pity that those who harbor such beautiful dreams are without exception defeated by the cruel reality. It only takes a month to suddenly understand that even the Americans themselves do not believe in the perfect American dream. Deceive foreign fools.

In this day and age, more and more people only believe in the real money they get. As for things like dreams, just talk about them, and not many people will really believe them.

When the plane landed in Los Angeles, it was exactly 7:30 in the morning local time. Feng Li and Fang Ye were already waiting outside.

After not seeing each other for a month, Fang Ye stopped talking. Feng Li, who had been decadent earlier, seemed to have regained his second youth. Wearing a crisp black suit, he looked much more energetic than before.

"boss."

"boss."

As soon as they saw Chen Yang walking out of the airport lobby, the two of them quickly stepped forward to greet him and respectfully called him boss.

"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why do you feel like you, Feng Li, have gained a lot of weight?"

Chen Yang made a rare joke, which immediately made Feng Li extremely embarrassed.

"Okay, where is the car?"

Chen Yang changed the topic and asked.

"Here, boss."

Parked outside the airport were three black Lincolns. There was a bodyguard in a black suit standing in front of each car. When he saw everyone coming out, he opened the door expressionlessly to allow everyone to get in.

Chen Yang got into the back seat of the first car first, Liu Helan and Wang Rui sat in the car behind, Fang Ye followed Chen Yang into the back seat, and Feng Li sat in the passenger seat.

The car started slowly, and three black Lincolns lined up one after another, gradually leaving Los Angeles International Airport and heading towards the city.

There was silence in the car for a while. Chen Yang didn't speak, and Fang Ye and Feng Li didn't dare to speak. It wasn't until a while later that Chen Yang's voice slowly sounded in the car.

"Is everything going well?"

"Boss, no problem."

Fang Ye opened the suitcase, took out a document and handed it to Chen Yang: "This is a relevant document, please take a look."

This 40 to 50 page document contains both the detailed use of the funds given by Chen Yang and the progress report on the completion of the plan. If you scan it at a glance, you can see it clearly and clearly.

"Very well, you did well."

Nodding with satisfaction, Chen Yang quickly flipped through the entire document, handed it back to Fang Ye, and closed his eyes slightly.

"Boss, we have already arranged the restaurant. We can go there directly later."

After packing up the document, Fang Ye whispered.

"Can."

Chen Yang had no objection and took a one-night flight across the Pacific Ocean to the United States. He was indeed a little hungry.

The motorcade continued to move forward with everyone. Ten minutes later, the motorcade left the main road and entered a coastal road. It soon stopped in a five-star international hotel.

Chen Yang came to the restaurant to dine, surrounded by Fang Ye, Feng Li and others.

Although the breakfast in this international hotel cannot be compared with the meal on the international cruise ship last time, it is still very good, at least for a country bumpkin like Wang Rui who has never eaten such delicacies. If Chen Yang hadn't been around, he would have started eating and drinking without caring about his image.

After finishing the meal, Fang Ye called for a car and took everyone to Andres' North American branch.

Chen Yang sat in the back seat of the car and looked outside the car. In the morning, Los Angeles was bathed in golden sunshine. The buildings reflected dazzling light. Countless vehicles came and went. The whole city seemed extremely prosperous. .

This is Los Angeles, the second largest city in the United States and the third largest international metropolis in terms of GDP in the world.

Speaking of Los Angeles, the most impressive thing is probably the star-studded Hollywood and the Walk of Fame studded with the names of movie celebrities. The biggest contributor to the spread of American culture around the world is Hollywood, which has produced countless American blockbusters. Without Hollywood, there wouldn’t be so many people who understand the fantasy of America, and there wouldn’t be that many people who have a strong belief in the United States. A good person.

Therefore, in Chen Yang's view, Hollywood is one of the strongest representatives of American soft power.

Why is the United States so powerful?

In addition to its world-leading military strength, its cultural propaganda and cultural manufacturing capabilities are also extremely terrifying.

Military, economic, industrial, and cultural aspects, all combined, are the four most powerful weapons of the powerful United States, and they are also the backing for its invincibility and invincibility.

As long as any one of these is weak, a fatal shortcoming will be formed, and the United States will not be what it is today. (To be continued...)