Li Wei is that alien!

Chapter 562 Li Wei is that alien! (2 chapters combined, please vote!)

mad.

They're incredibly arrogant.

Making the president wait for news? How dare he!

The team leader and the agents were all stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere immediately turned cold.

It wouldn't be good to say nothing at this point, since Li Wei's attitude was clearly quite uncooperative, and he had thoroughly humiliated their bureau chief.

If they don't do something, their reports will be hard to write.

But when it comes to actually using guns, they are somewhat hesitant.

Li Wei's attitude clearly showed that he was fearless. Even if he wasn't Superman, he must have some other advantage, leaving everyone speechless.

Kim Ha-eun simply watched Lee Wei with starry eyes, without offering any opinions or comments.

After a few seconds, the team leader looked at Li Wei, who remained calm, and swallowed hard. "Mr. Li Wei, if you do this... we won't be able to explain it to you. Please don't put us in a difficult position."

Li Wei glanced at the team leader, who immediately felt a lightness in his waist.

The holster buckle was violently ripped open with a "snap," and the Glock pistol that had been with him for seven or eight years flew out on its own.

Not only his gun, but the guns of the three agents behind him flew out of their holsters at the same time. One of the agents' guns got caught in its holster and dragged him to the ground.

Li Wei said "Oh," and then added, "Sorry."

Four pistols were lined up in mid-air, hovering between Li Wei and the team leader.

The team leader's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his mouth was unconsciously open; he even forgot to close it.

What followed was a sickening squeezing sound. The steel alloy pistol was violently crushed into an abstract spherical piece of scrap metal by a tremendous force. From the scrap metal, there were occasional loud, muffled sounds similar to gunshots. The team leader knew that this was the sound produced when the bullet was compressed and fired under tremendous pressure.

A few seconds later, a lump of iron, slightly larger than a fist, fell to the ground, leaving only the smell of gunpowder and the faint sound of the fresh air system in the office.

"Just say I coerced you," Li Wei said lazily. "Go back."

The team leader glanced at the pile of scrap metal in front of him, then at Li Wei. His battle-hardened mind went completely blank, and he couldn't come up with any ideas.

He boasted that he had experienced some gunfire and extreme scenarios, and had carried out missions in multiple countries. In South America, he went undercover in a drug cartel, and in Africa, he disguised himself as an ordinary white-collar worker.

However, none of these experiences combined had as great an impact on him as today, causing him to question his values ​​and leaving his mind in a daze.

Upon hearing Li Wei's words, he subconsciously picked up the lump of iron from the carpet.

The massive deformation of the metal caused metal fatigue in the lump of iron, making it feel scorching hot to the touch. However, the team leader seemed oblivious to it, carrying the lump of iron and several agents as they backed away step by step, turned around, and went out the door.

As for the summons that fell to the ground, he simply pretended not to see it.

After the door closed, Kim Ha-eun turned to Lee Wei and asked, "Shall we continue?"

"Continue," Levi said, "Where were we?"

The elevator doors closed, and the four people split into four groups, pressed against the elevator walls, and no one spoke.

The lump of iron in the team leader's hand had cooled down, but it still felt slightly warm when he touched it.

He glanced at his hands, which were completely bloodless, and his heart turned to ice.

The agents beside them were also deeply shocked, keeping their heads down and remaining silent. After exiting the elevator, they followed their team leader and kept walking forward.

After leaving the building, the group braved the cold wind, got into the car, and started the engine.

The car merged into the traffic in Manhattan and drove south. No one spoke or played music. Only the navigation would occasionally remind them to "turn right at the next intersection," and then the team leader driving would mechanically turn right.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the agent sitting in the back whispered, "Boss...did we go too far?"

The team leader driving the car was taken aback. He looked out the window at the unfamiliar place, and they didn't know where they were in New York.

It was only then that he belatedly came to his senses, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and then shakily pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, eagerly stuffed them into his mouth, and lit them with trembling hands.

He took a deep breath, as if he had come back to life: "Caesar was right."

No one responded.

"Fuck!" The team leader took another drag of his cigarette and tossed it away. "Anything stronger? Anthony? Do you have any leaves?"

"I...didn't bring it, boss."

The team leader glanced regretfully at the cigarette he had just thrown away outside the car window, sighed, and repeated, "Caesar was right."

"That.

One of the agents asked, "What do we do now?"

"Report it, report it immediately," the team leader said without hesitation. "Li Wei is that alien."

He calmed himself down, took out his phone, and dialed the FBI director's office directly.

This matter is beyond what New York can handle.

The call was transferred twice and encrypted before the director's call was connected. The team leader carefully reported the entire process in detail.

The FBI director, who had seemed calm before, also sounded somewhat grim. He paused, then asked, "Could it be some kind of close-up magic trick, or traces of technology?"

"We're not crazy, Chief," the team leader said without hesitation. "These useless guns are in my hands right now."

"Send it over immediately," the bureau chief said. "Right away."

After hanging up the phone, the director sat in his office, staring blankly out the window at the Washington nightscape.

He used to think this was a low-cost endeavor, but now he knows what the cost is.

That night, an FBI plane took off from New York with only two agents and a locked metal box on board.

According to the procedures of the "Extraterrestrial Visitor" project, all physical evidence related to the white mask must be transferred to the Department of Defense. Therefore, after the box landed, it did not go to the FBI's laboratory, but instead went to a higher-security secret laboratory under the Pentagon.

inside the laboratory.

Meanwhile, after the FBI director made calls to the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense, all intelligence concerning Levi was immediately classified as top secret.

The secret laboratory was brightly lit, bustling with people. In the very center of the laboratory was an operating table with a metal lump on it, covered by a sterile cloth. Around the operating table was a row of large instruments, one of which, a high-precision scanner, was scanning the metal lump back and forth.

As dawn approached, the person in charge removed his goggles and reported to the Secretary of Defense, the Director of the FBI, and others via video link: "There were no tool marks, and the preliminary assessment is that it was a huge force from an unknown direction," he said. "The steel slide and barrel were squeezed to the point of interlocking, and all 70-plus bullets were flattened without a single misfire."

"What does this mean? Doctor, can you just give me a conclusion?" the Minister of Defense couldn't help but ask.

"That's equivalent to at least a thousand tons of force being applied evenly in every direction in an instant," the lab director said. "This is completely beyond my comprehension. I can't think of any answer other than extraterrestrials."

The defense minister sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Okay, Doctor, thank you for your hard work," he said. "I will report this to the President."

After hanging up the video call, he called his assistant and asked him to find a doctor to give him an injection, since he probably wouldn't have much time to sleep afterward.

In the morning, at the Pentagon.

The curtains in the conference room were drawn tightly shut, and a transparent evidence box was placed in the center of the long table, inside which lay the lump of iron.

The Minister of Defense sat in the main seat, looking somewhat excited.

He glanced at the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff on his left and the White House Chief of Staff, Allen, representing the President, on his right.

At the other end of the long table sat the FBI Director and the Attorney General, while in the corner sat the head of the New York task force.

Although his status was not high enough to attend such a high-level meeting, he was brought in to give a supplementary speech as a witness to the contact with "aliens," and the chief profiler of the behavioral analysis group sat next to him.

The team leader recounted everything that had happened yesterday, and the meeting room fell silent.

After a few seconds, the Defense Minister finally spoke: "What is there to say? What should we do? When did he start becoming like this? Or was he always like this?"

"According to the information we have, he attended Franklin K. Lane High School in New York and obtained an EB-1A green card through football, which is a sign of exceptional talent."

"Very well, an alien and a Superman have both received green cards for extraordinary ability," the Secretary of Defense scoffed. "If it were..."

The head of the immigration bureau would definitely boast about it a lot here.

He chuckled twice as he spoke, but no one else laughed.

"But we're not here to discuss humanity's great diplomatic progress," he said seriously, tapping the table. "We're here to discuss the future of humanity, gentlemen. What exactly is it? Is it even human? What will it do in the future, and what should we do about it? That's what we should be discussing."

He looked at the profiler: "Any results?"

"From a behavioral perspective," the profiler paused, "he should have no hostility toward humans, or he should just be a perfectly normal, even a bit lazy, 21-year-old."

"Aside from his ability to fly at 84000 kilometers per hour at an altitude of 30,000 feet and to unleash more than 1000 tons of force using telekinesis," the Defense Secretary said sarcastically, "he's no different from a lazy 21-year-old, is that what you're trying to say?"

"That's right, Minister," the profiler said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"In fact, I agree with him," the task force leader suddenly said. "I told him yesterday not to make things difficult for us, and he was just giving us a way out."

White House Chief of Staff Allen spoke for the first time: "So, he can be persuaded?"

"I believe he is a human being," the team leader said. "He has all the emotions of a human being."

"That's great," the chief of staff nodded. "That's a super entity that can negotiate and bargain."

The Secretary of Defense's eyelids twitched: "Allen, what are you trying to do?"

"It's simple," Allen said. "Just talk to him."

The Defense Minister's unease grew stronger: "What can we talk to him about? What do we have to say to him?"

"He came to America to settle down two and a half years ago, which means he wants to stay here," Allen said. "In that case, we can communicate with him."

"What has he been planning to do lately?" he suddenly asked.

"He has been applying for permits recently to hold a large-scale rally on January 7th, which will also be streamed live online."

"Then let's postpone his approval for now, just find some excuse," Allen said, stroking his smooth, beardless chin, "and then we'll go and meet him in person."

"Allen, you're insane!" the Minister of Defense exclaimed in shock, his voice low. "You've seen his destructive power. He's like Superman, even in the comics he's a god among men."

"Calm down," Allen said. "He would be better off as Superman."

Looking at the silent crowd around him, he clapped his hands: "In short, just show sincerity. There's no need for him to know that his large gathering was blocked at our behest."

"On the contrary," he said, "we went to help him solve the problem."

Everyone immediately understood and looked at him.

"See, isn't this great?" Allen said with a smile. "We, the higher-ups, are in a cooperative relationship with him, not an adversary one. We will help him achieve his goals, and we will elevate him to the status of a true god among men. He is on our side."

"I'm worried he'll find out that we're the ones who blocked this process," the profiler warned. "Otherwise, he might get angry."

"It's alright," Allen said, "I'll go myself."

"Strange," Kim Ha-eun hung up the phone, pushed open the garden door, and entered the living room. "Four television network executives have already rejected our live broadcast cooperation for the 7th."

"Why?" Li Wei asked while lying down and playing games. "Are they deliberately botting our game?"

"It probably doesn't count," Kim Ha-eun said with a strange expression. "They mean the 7th is not possible, but there might be a slot available later."

"So," Levi put down the controller, "the rally is going to be postponed?"

"If you're going to say the more the better," Kim Ha-eun nodded, "it seems like we'll have to postpone it."

Li Wei pondered for a moment, then asked, "What if we try other approaches? Would they be feasible?"

"I can give it a try." Kim Ha-eun nodded.

Just then, the butler came over with a strange expression.

"Sir, there are people outside requesting an audience," she said. "They identify themselves as the U.S. Secretary of Defense and the White House Chief of Staff."