Of course, the so-called "mind control" comes at a price - your own lifespan!
The more you want to dominate the strong, the more life you need to consume. People like Lao Wang who have broken through the first bottleneck of human limits and practiced "King Kong" are basically unable to be controlled by the mind.
Fortunately, most of the current powerful men are not very powerful.
Perhaps it is because most of the powerful people are old men in their seventies or eighties. With the arrival of the supernatural era and starting from the same starting point, they are too old and it is too late.
Or perhaps, because the operating mechanism of earth civilization has not changed much, power and money are still more important than personal strength.
All in all, this group of people at the top of the pyramid have low personal combat power and a high probability of successful mind control.
"Then let's say goodbye here, Ms. Jenny. I'll treat you to dinner next time."
Lao Wang said goodbye to Miss Jenny, who looked resentful and did not find out any information. He took a deep breath, turned and walked into a room.
"Lao Zhang's letter arrived so early?" Qin Yiwei said with a smile.
He is 60 years old this year, and he has also broken through a bottleneck of human limits, which is also the most difficult "spiritual" level.
In theory, breaking through the "spiritual" bottleneck will increase your life span the most.
But in order to achieve certain goals, he aged much faster than imagined.
"Yes, the battery at Lao Zhang's place is broken, and the computer is also broken. This is the most heartbreaking thing for him."
Lao Wang shook his head, still feeling a little amused: "People's joys and sorrows are really different. I have been thinking about what we should do if he opposes our plan here. He is so strong... he can control it all by himself." We are all overthrown.”
"If he were here, he wouldn't be so strong." Qin Yiwei said with a smile, "If he were here, we wouldn't have to be so anxious. With him alone, we can directly explore the Sea of Demon Gods. Where is the need now? so."
"That's true..." Wang Fumin shook his head.
Qin Yiwei said: "Sometimes, I want to write a letter to communicate with him, but I don't have any friendship. Maybe he doesn't bother to pay attention to me at all."
"If you just say something official, he really won't bother to pay attention to you. If you say that you will marry your daughter to him, maybe he will reply to you." Lao Wang laughed, "The premise is that you have a daughter. "
"How can I have any heirs... Even if I have a daughter, it will be difficult for her to survive after I die. After all, people like me will definitely be stigmatized after death." Qin Yiwei said with a bitter smile, "I plan to spend One hundred years of life to control the minds of those powerful people."
“With the unconditional support of these people, our follow-up actions will be much smoother.”
"A hundred years of life?"
"Don't worry, even if a hundred years are lost, there will still be a long time to live, which is enough to change a lot..."
Qin Yiwei smiled and patted Wang Fumin on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it will succeed...but don't think about finishing it in one battle. There are many things and you have to spend time slowly."
"Cultural conflicts, religious conflicts, language confusion, and complicated writing are all the problems ahead. Even if I can control the minds of ten thousand or one hundred thousand people, it will be useless."
"It will take time to resolve these difficulties."
"Old Wang, even if we succeed this time, we are only taking the second step and cannot complete the victory in one battle."
After saying this, he walked out of the room and came to the spacious corridor.
There are many staff in the headquarters, pedestrians are coming and going, and there are also a large number of soldiers with guns and serious expressions standing at their posts.
Everyone who comes here needs to show their ID. Journalists, politicians, scientists, as well as some heads of consortiums, managers of multinational companies, etc. are also quite noisy.
"Hey, hello young people."
Sitting in the wheelchair facing him was an old man named Orofo, who was ninety-three years old and one of the real power controllers of the country.
The arrival of the supernatural era has gradually restored life to these old people who were originally dying. Ordinary people can live to be a hundred years old. Even if these powerful people have no talent for cultivation, it is not a big problem to live to be a hundred and twenty years old.
"Hello, Mr. Orofo, how are you these days?" Qin Yiwei greeted with a smile.
"Thanks to the emergence of supernatural science and the breathing techniques taught by Mr. Zhang, I can occasionally stand up and walk a few steps on my own."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Wang!" Olofu stood up and shook hands with them. "As a good friend of Mr. Zhang, you can live until the day he comes back."
"Hello, Chairman." Wang Fumin said, "Who knows when he will come back?"
To an outsider, it seemed like a normal conversation.
But few people know that this Orofo has been mind-controlled for many years.
The ability of mind control does not make the "controlled" lose their subjective initiative, but only injects a target with "hypnotic power" into their subconscious.
For this goal, the controlled person will pay any price!
Of course, a goal that is too outrageous will put the accused into an irrational state and make others suspicious of "mind control".
Therefore, Qin Yiwei was very careful and only issued some very vague and achievable tasks.
The "goal" he announced this time is... to use Orofo's own prestige and credibility to summon political figures from all over the world to participate in this closed-door meeting!
This is a small, easy thing to do.
Even the first General Secretary "should" be Orofo himself.
Qin Yiwei is just a secretary-general.
As a result, the old man fell into a subtle state of fanaticism. He thought that his subjective initiative had played a role, and he was completely unaware of the fact that he was being controlled by his mind. The holding of the closed-door meeting also has a lot to do with Olofo's prestige.
"Guys, please come this way." Lao Wang waved his hand.
In this luxurious conference room, there is a large round table, with exquisite fruits and desserts displayed above.
Compared to the 10,000-seat Great Hall, this conference room can only accommodate more than a hundred people for a meeting, which makes it seem a bit small. However, this room has the most luxurious defense capabilities.
The concrete on the wall alone is 2 meters thick and can withstand shell attacks. A mineral called "jade yellow stone" is also laid on the inner wall.
Scientists have discovered that the "jade stone" from the bottom of the mysterious area can isolate most supernatural fluctuations, so it has become a very good defensive building material.
The so-called closed-door meeting means talking with the door closed.
Strong bodyguards are not allowed to enter.
Wang Fumin was not high enough to attend such a meeting, so he quietly stood outside the door.
There happened to be an image of acupuncture guidance of "Human Breathing" hanging on the wall, and many super-powered bodyguards were chatting and laughing nearby.
"How do you think the headquarters got in touch with Mr. Zhang? Many of the technological advancements in recent years are the ideas provided by Mr. Zhang!"
"It may be some kind of strange object, or it may be a person with super powers. Anyway, this is a high-level secret and it is impossible for the headquarters to reveal it."
After so many years, no one has reached the level shown by Lao Zhang in Mirage.
However, everyone knows that he is still alive, and there is some way of communicating with him on the earth, and the connection is not completely disconnected, which has brought a lot of gossip fun.
"Mr. Wang, don't you even know?"
Wang Fumin was also enjoying himself, talking to these superpowers: "How could I know... Mr. Zhang didn't even bother to reply to letters from some political dignitaries, how could he pay attention to me, a nominally powerful person on earth? He didn't even bother to reply to letters from some political dignitaries. You can kill me with just a finger!"
"Haha... But you don't have to belittle yourself."
Lao Wang responded to the flattery of these people, quietly reached into his pocket with his right hand, and picked up a remote control.
As long as you press the button, a drone attack that has been planned for a long time will come!
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In the small room filled with light, all the members gathered together. Orofu, who was sitting in the center, coughed and spoke passionately.
Such as the necessity and urgency of global unity to effectively reduce internal friction among countries and enhance cooperation.
Everyone listened with little interest, but the old man himself was immersed in the beauty of power, making long speeches and unable to stop at all.
"Chairman, please say something important. There are no reporters here..." A blond man signaled.
Orofo happened to be a little tired from talking, took a sip of water, and signaled Secretary-General Qin Yiwei to speak.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen."
"Some time ago, we received an electromagnetic wave signal from the mysterious area, which means that we are not the only technological civilization in the Sea of Demon Gods." Qin Yiwei cleared his throat, "This is a very urgent practical issue. When we lose Advantages, where should we go in the future?”
"First of all, we must consider an important assumption. If technological civilization can survive for a long time and can cooperate with each other, then the mysterious zone should theoretically be densely covered with electromagnetic wave signals."
"But now, in 20 years, we have only received an electromagnetic wave signal once."
"Everyone should be able to imagine what this means: either civilizations cannot cooperate with each other, or technological civilization cannot survive for a long time. Regardless of which possibility it is, it indicates an unhappy future."
There was silence in the conference room for a while, but this news was indeed informative.
"Our scientific researchers have deciphered this signal. It is not a language, but an image drawn using mathematics."
"Images are a universal language and we can easily understand their content."
Having said this, Qin Yiwei sent this deciphered image to the big screen at the front desk.
I saw a falling moon painted on the image. With just a few strokes, the moon gave people a ferocious feeling.
Under the moon, bubble-like things float on the sea.
Some stickman-like life forms are celebrating the descent of the moon in the bubbles.
Outside the bubble, there are several ships of different shapes gathered together.
(End of chapter)
