The Death Knell

When the death knell brought the old man to the White House, Mr. President was actually holding a morning press conference.

He got up very early, even if the reporters in the audience were yawning, but he himself was full of energy, dressed neatly, and had a warm smile on his face.

Will there be any important things for the press conference? Actually no, he was just for fun.

"Mr. President, it has been a year since you took office, and the promise you made during the campaign has not been fulfilled. Do you think the American people are correct in choosing you?"

After obtaining the approval of the press officer, a reporter from Mao Xiongguo stood up and asked questions. This was easy to distinguish. He smelled of vodka.

The jolly black man held the podium with his hands, and when the other party asked questions, he also nodded his head in style, as if he was listening attentively.

When the reporter finished asking the question and stood there waiting for an answer, the black president smiled and replied:

"I think those are not important, because people always have to look forward. Focusing too much on the past will not change anything, because no one can turn back time." The president has a brisk tone and quick thinking, and he doesn't even need to think when answering questions. And what he said is very philosophical.

Campaign promises are all things in the past, and people shouldn't care too much about what happened once they are alive.

The bear man, who is more like a wrestler than a reporter, nodded. He seemed to be persuaded. He looked like ‘you are reasonable’, but then he asked:

"At present in the Middle East, the United States is provoking a new proxy war. Do you think this is another round of energy wars for capitalists?"

"Personally, I am very opposed to war and to human cannibalism."

Having said this, the black president showed a compassionate look, and said affectionately like a saint possessing a body:

"The first night I entered the White House, I ate a dog and buried its bones under the South Lawn. During World War II, Russia used military dogs to carry bombs for self-detonation and anti-tank battles, and I love to eat dog meat. , We are not dog lovers, so you and I should be friends."

The logic seems to be right, but something is always wrong.

But Reporter Mao Xiong nodded and sat down with satisfaction, as if he had felt the sincere friendship.

Another reporter stood up. He was a reporter from his country, a typical white man with a red neck. After adjusting his microphone, he asked:

"The Conservative Party and dog lovers have been strongly protesting against your propaganda about dog meat. What do you think of this?"

"It's very simple. They worry that if I eat all the dogs in the United States, they won't have any **** to eat in the future." The president told a joke and laughed for a while before he waved his hand and went back to the subject: "Someone doesn't want to be People, I can satisfy their wishes and turn them into dogs. This is not a problem. The current technology is very advanced."

As soon as the black eyes turned, he thought of a new gameplay, which is to turn those dog lovers into dogs. I wonder if these dogs will join the Republican Party to oppose them?

It would be interesting to think about it when I am doing State of the Union address in Congress in the future, all the screaming wild dogs sitting in the audience.

The earth is really interesting, and human society has become more interesting over time than it was thousands of years ago.

"Mr. President, you once said that your father had eaten snakes and your mother had eaten tigers. Is it true?" Another female reporter stood up and asked. I don't know when the topic has become the president's recipe question and answer. Weird.

"Yes, that was their dinner on Noah's Ark. Maybe my mother ate mountain lions, so they are now an endangered species."

The black president said absurd things with a serious expression, and raised a finger in front of him:

"But I also said before. Don't pay too much attention to what happened before, but focus on the future. Friends, in the coming days, I will promote a new bill and legislation. During my tenure, Invest 14 trillion U.S. dollars to ensure that every American homeless person can have free dog placenta to eat."

There was applause at the scene, and the black president raised his hands, as if the icon of **** embraced the light, with a reserved but proud smile on his face.

And outside the door of the lecture hall, an old man wearing brown sunglasses in the room crouched on the crack of the door and peeked, and asked the man next to him:

"You mean he is actually a split of the ancients? But he is really too American, as the president of the United States should be like this."

In the common perception of the people, the President of the United States should be an idiot or a lunatic, and this madness is obvious.

If he is not the president of the United States, the old man would not believe it.

The death knell, who was stacking the comatose president’s bodyguards into a hill, shrugged, and continued to let the Secretary of State who had just arrived after sleeping to faint, and replied:

"He is the black pharaoh. He once ruled the earth in the blank period for a period of time. No one knows how to manage a chaotic world better than him. But father, the old rulers will only destroy the order of the earth. The 40K earth is now the only one in the multiverse. Hope, so you understand."

The old man took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't bear it when he saw the black president in the lecture hall suddenly wanting to make a bill that says that the president of the United States can dilute when meeting foreign guests.

"I told them, don't add Cthulhu mythology, don't put those things in our story."

He took out an old man's cell phone from his trouser pocket and began to dial in a mumbled voice:

"These external system things are incompatible with our world. If UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not good, the story will collapse. The author is most afraid of the chaos of the power system, but how can you let the superhero fight these monsters... .."

"Yes, yes, you are right, so who can I contact to solve this problem?" The death knell got closer to peeping at the phone, but saw nothing.

But it's okay, after all, this is his plan.

If Naia cannot be dealt with at the current main dimension level, then he will be resolved from the ‘high-dimensional narrative’ level. The original plan was to borrow the power of Loki’s ‘story’.

But after observing for a long time, Loki really has become like a woman in character now, and can't remember anything about the old Loki at all.

She can't use it anymore. Su Ming can only use a backup plan to trick another person who has the ability to "story" into the pit. This is naturally Old Man Li.

His story-writing ability is undoubtedly stronger, and he can even get over the wall, but whether he will help is still a question.

Fortunately, the black pharaoh was crazy enough to make the world his playground, which made Old Li make up his mind to intervene in the affairs of this universe.

"Don't peek, you can't read it." The old man hid the phone on one side of his body slightly, and looked at the death knell's face vigilantly.

"I can understand." Su Ming replied, but he still took a step back.

"Understanding is no good, but it will only make you doubt yourself." The old man put the phone next to his ear and waited for the other party to connect.

"Then I can pretend not to understand."

The death knell smiled. He would not pursue the issue of the fourth wall too much, because it involved philosophy. The boundary between reality and illusion can drive anyone crazy, but he only believes that his level is the only reality.

The Supreme Master is the representative of extreme idealism, the heart is better than things, there is nothing wrong with it.

At this moment, the call was connected.