"To test Payne's thoughts, we can finally give an explanation to Washington," Kissinger concluded.

"That's enough, do you still want me to say it clearly?"

Sheila slammed the table angrily, looked at the two old Jewish men opposite, and said sternly: "You are Clinton's staff and his specially invited think tank. Now, my husband is imprisoned in Oakland in humiliation. As a think tank, isn't it right?

Should I think of a solution?"

"this......"

The wily Brzezinski was also a little bit agitated, "Madam, we are indeed a think tank, but we are only experts on international issues. To save the president... our abilities are limited!"

"Isn't communication with Payne and Jobney considered a diplomatic issue?" Sheila said aggressively.

Kissinger took out a peach as big as a bowl from the basket and took a "click". The juice flowed out and the faint peach fragrance floated in the room.

"Madam, the task of saving the president will probably fall on Payne."

Kissinger ignored Sheila's eyes and said while gnawing on a peach: "We all know that Mr. President is greedy for a living... Well, when he is in danger, he behaves a little... Alas, Washington gave up on him and relied on agents

Rescue is a fantasy, Payne is the only choice!"

"If Penn agrees, I would be willing to spend a few nights with him. I believe Clinton won't care if he comes back. However, that bastard obviously doesn't like this." Sheila said lightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing what Sheila said, Kissinger almost choked to death on the peach meat in his mouth, "Madam, although you are beautiful and the title of First Lady is also very attractive, but... alas!"

Old girl, you can be someone else's grandma and still act coquettishly? However, seeing as how cute you are, I'm willing to give it a try...

Sheila didn't know what Kissinger was thinking. She glanced at the two people with strange expressions and said, "Don't you understand human language? What I said just now is just a metaphor for Payne and cannot be bought!"

"Let's discuss it again. Payne is also a human being, and as long as he is a human being, he has needs and weaknesses," Brzezinski said.

Although Maya felt that the public opinion was a bit strange, she did not expect that this was a test of her by the US government.

In the final analysis, it was because of the 115 incident led by Payne that Jobney saw the "weakness" of the United States, and then one week later, he "took advantage of the chaos to rise" and created the Black Panther Republic.

The government is afraid. They are afraid that Payne will draw the conclusion that the United States is "weak and can be bullied" from Jobney's 1113 treason incident, and then create a mutant nation.

If Lao Wan is replaced by Maya, the government's worries will become real, but Maya...

Well, Maya is currently receiving a "king-level" figure. How can she care about such a small case as a national event?

The King of Dance is also considered a King, right?

"Are you Peter?"

Maya crossed her arms and looked at the freckled-faced boy who had his head lowered and his face flushed, holding his own player tightly with both hands, "I heard that your father is an alien, and your mother named you 'Star-Lord'

Nickname?"

Facing the beautiful young lady with full aura, Star-Lord shrank his neck and said weakly: "I, I, I am Peter Quill, my father...my mother, she has a brain tumor, what an alien?

Yes, it’s all an illusion.”

Maya was born in August 1981, and Star-Lord was born in February 1982, a few months younger than the president. Today, he is still in elementary school!

Star-Lord, who was born in a small place in the Colorado countryside, came to Manhattan, the most prosperous international metropolis in the world. When he saw Maya and others dressed in fashionable and beautiful clothes, he felt a little inferior. When Meredith was sent for a physical examination by his grandfather,

, he just sat alone on the aisle chair in a daze... Well, after flying all night, his player ran out of battery.

"Are you the doctor who treated my mother?" Star-Lord asked boldly when he saw that Maya always looked calm and did not look down on him.

"Haha, haven't you seen the nurses passing by looking at me with reverence?" Maya said proudly.

"Doctor, how do you know about my dad... Well, we just came here today." Star-Lord asked doubtfully.

"Not only do I know about your mother, but I also know that you have a black girlfriend, right?"

Star-Lord was immediately stunned.

Maya sat next to Star-Lord and took the legendary cassette player from his hand, "Do you know the Minions Post Bar? There is a classmate in your school named Coogan who likes posting in the bar very much. You have many

All the situations were posted online by him, for example, your alien father, for example, you robbed his little black girl girlfriend."

"Oh my God, Coogan!"

Star-Lord no longer cared about Maya looking through his tapes, and exclaimed: "It turns out to be that bastard Coogan, he actually... And Tina is not his girlfriend, because the black people in California are divided, and Tina has been often criticized by Coogan recently.

Gen was making things difficult for me, but I couldn’t stand it, so I beat him up..."

"So, that Tina is really your girlfriend?" Maya glanced at him and asked.

Star-Lord nodded silently.

mmp, he is indeed the playboy named Sonya in Marvel!

Your mother has cancer and is about to die. Can you make it happen?

At this time, Strange walked over with a folder and frowned, "Maya, Ms. Quill's condition is very unusual."

Nonsense, it’s just because I sensed her body and felt that it was more than just brain cancer, so I asked your hospital to use high-tech equipment to test her!

Maya took the document and introduced it without reading it: "Strange, this is my new little brother, Peter Quill. Get to know him. Well, don't beat him!"

Strange looked at Maya inexplicably, "Why should I hit him?"

Maya glanced at the two of them meaningfully, only smiled without answering, and began to read Meredith's condition report seriously.

Half an hour later, Dr. Marcus from the brain department of Heisenberg Hospital pointed to the electroencephalogram and said to Maya solemnly: "Maya, your guess is correct. Ms. Quayle's mental fluctuations are really decreasing linearly.

, To be honest, I have seen many people with brain problems, but Ms. Quayle..."

Seeing Marcus's confused expression, Maya said for him: "The predictability of the time of death is very precise?"

"Yes, yes, according to this table, it is almost certain that Ms. Quill will be, well, let me calculate... around 10 o'clock in the evening on January 18, 1994, this... is incredible!" Marku

Si exclaimed.

"What?"

Grandpa Quill pulled Marcus's sleeve excitedly, "You said my daughter only has more than a month to live?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Star-Lord cried softly.

"This...when the mental fluctuations return to zero, the person will naturally die." Marcus said helplessly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Maya coughed a few times, attracted everyone's attention, and said calmly: "That's a normal situation, but now, haven't you met me?"

"Yes, yes, there is Maya. She is a real surgical master and a miracle doctor!" Marcus pointed at Maya and shouted.

"Yes, yes..."

Old Quill wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Maya expectantly, and said: "We rushed all the way to New York after receiving the invitation from Dr. Hansen. This, this... my daughter's disease should be...

Can it be cured?"

Maya glanced at Old Quill and said meaningfully: "Before treatment, it's best to find a quiet place where no one is around. Let's talk to your daughter Meredith."
Chapter completed!