"Am I...where am I? What am I doing?"

John woke up from a semi-coma state, and the darkness in front of him quickly dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was the scene in the President's Oval Office.

The energetic blond man with a ruddy complexion was sitting behind the desk, looking at John with a kind smile.

Also looking at John was Mr. Meadows, the chief of staff who was standing at his desk and reporting to the president. He had the same kind smile on his face, which looked like a breath of fresh air.

"Dear John, what can I do?" The gentleman asked like a gentleman, and at the same time he praised Meadows: "John is a good young man, a hero who came back from Afghanistan, and I trust him very much.

"

John's mind was in chaos at this time, and he completely forgot why he opened the door to the Oval Office. He couldn't even remember when he came here, and how long he stood here.

After hearing what the gentleman said, Meadows smiled slightly and said:

"I admire the heroes who serve the country the most. Afghanistan is a real hero... I have a friend who also returned from the Marine Corps in Afghanistan. Unfortunately, he suffered from PTSD (War Traumatic Stress Syndrome). Oh, how pitiful

Old George... By the way, John, did you hear anything?"

Hearing this, John couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and his heart almost rose to his throat.

If he is diagnosed with combat traumatic stress disorder, then this job is completely over!

He quickly followed Meadows' words and said:

"Yes, Mr. Chief of Staff, I just heard a little noise. It might have come from other rooms. It's okay. Please forgive me for being rude... I'm very sorry."

The blond man with a warm smile showed a standardized smile, nodded and said:

"Well done John, I'm proud of you. You're just doing your job and there's no need to apologize."

"Thank you, sir...and Mr. Chief of Staff." John nodded repeatedly, closed the door, turned around and stood at the door again, with a confused look on his face.

What happened just now?

Why can't he remember why he opened the door... and it seems that there is something very important that he has completely forgotten...

what is it?

If you really have PTSD, you will be in trouble... You must see a psychiatrist when you are on vacation...

I can no longer take fentanyl for the time being...

Fortunately, the two gentlemen said nothing and forgave me for my recklessness.

Thinking of this, John shook his head and tried to make himself more awake.

At the same time, a deep voice came from the headphones:

"No. 1, you left your post, what happened?"

John quickly took a deep breath and replied in a low voice:

"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, the situation has been cleared, repeat, the situation has been cleared."

At the same time, the door of the Oval Office was opened again, and Chief of Staff Meadows walked out with his head held high. When he passed by John, he gave him a kind and encouraging smile before striding away.

The middle-aged man who was alone in the Oval Office looked at his surroundings, raised his legs and put them on the desk, leaned back hard, found a more comfortable position, and said to himself:

"Jingwei, this chair is really comfortable. No wonder so many people want to sit on it."

The TV next to me turned on automatically, and a beautiful blonde girl with a slim figure appeared on the screen. She looked left and right, and said to the middle-aged man in the seat:

"Huh, look at your unseen look. It's just a chair. It's serious to quickly resolve the current international situation and drag human society out of the vortex of the new Cold War... By the way, if I get a Western

How about your stand-in? Do you like it? Actually, I think the chocolate color is also good."

As he spoke, he shook his blond hair, jumped a few times, and transformed into a tall black girl.

The middle-aged man sitting on the chair curled his lips, picked up a document, took a look at it, and found that it was a document about building a wall on the border between Eagle Country and Mexico. He nodded with satisfaction and put a big check mark on it.

Then he pulled out another document, this time it was a document related to international diplomacy, and he wrote a big FUCK on it.

While I was having fun, a black phone on the table suddenly rang.

The middle-aged man grabbed the receiver and put it to his ear. The next moment, a burst of white noise suddenly came, as well as sharp and harsh sound waves!

This sound wave and white noise are extremely inductive, and can also cause temporary damage to the human brain structure through resonance, and then affect the hippocampus area.

The middle-aged man frowned, with an expected look on his face.

Then I heard a low and magnetic voice coming from the phone receiver:

"...No one understands you...You are the hero of this country...Only you can save this country...It's all their fault, it's the fault of other countries...Everything is the responsibility of that Eastern country...You have to

Use the great aircraft carrier fleet to teach those people a lesson...you will become the hero of the people...make the Eagle Country great again..."

The voice was low and hoarse, the rustling white noise was still going on, and the high-frequency noise that was temporarily destructive to the human brain kept coming.

The middle-aged man who was answering the phone curled his lips and said in a perfunctory voice:

"...Okay, okay...well...great, great...great again,...well...well...you are saying...must be great..."

After almost five minutes, I hung up the phone.

The image of the girl on the TV nearby asked curiously:

"Who is it? It all sounds like empty talk, like the director's speech."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said:

"It's not an outsider. It's a call from the Whisperer. That's right. Has the copy been built? I want to host it."

While speaking, the middle-aged man's movements stagnated, then he smiled, regained his energy, dialed a number and said, "Hold a press conference for me immediately."

The TV in front of me also turned into a channel again, showing an interview with infectious disease expert Fauci.

At the same time, on the international flight to Dubai, Shen Feng and Jingwei, who had been sitting in their seats like sculptures, trembled at the same time and withdrew their consciousness from the remote network.

Shen Feng and Jingwei looked at each other and smiled, feeling much more at ease.

After such an episode, the whole world will become much more stable and united in the coming time.

Looking down through the porthole of the plane, I saw a continuous stretch of yellow sand passing by below, and occasionally there were many small oases with many human buildings.

"Xiao Feng, the Arabian Desert has arrived, are you sure you want to build a space wormhole generator on the earth's surface here?" Jingwei asked.

Shen Feng nodded and said:

"The more chaotic the place, the more hidden it is. Even if a black hole is created here, no one will care. Instead, there are many ways to cover up all the problems, just like that bad joke in Eagle Country. The president of Eagle Country told reporters that they were going to kill three people. A million Iraqis and a bicycle repairman."

Jingwei asked with wide eyes:

"Why kill a bicycle repairman?"

Shen Feng said:
Chapter completed!