When Deathstroke and the old man arrived at the White House, the President was actually giving a morning press conference.
He got up very early, and even though the reporters in the audience were all yawning, he himself was full of energy, dressed neatly, and had a kind and warm smile on his face.
Is there anything important about holding a press conference? Actually, no, he was just having fun.
"Mr. President, it has been a year since you took office, and you have not fulfilled any of your campaign promises. Do you think the American people made the right decision in choosing you?"
After getting permission from the press officer, a reporter from the furry bear country in the audience stood up and asked questions. It was easy to tell because his words smelled like vodka.
The cheerful black man held the podium with both hands. When the other party asked questions, he kept nodding gracefully, as if he was listening carefully.
When the reporter asked the question and stood there eagerly waiting for an answer, the black president smiled and answered:
"I don't think those are 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's tone is brisk and his thinking is quick. He doesn't even need to think when answering questions.
And what he said was very philosophical.
Campaign promises are all in the past, and people should not care too much about the past while they are still alive.
The furry bear man, who looked more like a wrestler than a reporter, nodded. He seemed to be convinced. He looked like "what you said makes sense", but then asked:
"Currently, the United States is provoking a new proxy war in the Middle East. Do you think this is another round of energy war by capitalists?"
"Personally, I am very opposed to war and to human beings killing each other."
Having said this, the black president showed an expression of compassion, as if he was possessed by a saint and said affectionately:
“The first night I moved into 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 on their backs for self-destruction and anti-tank combat, and I love to eat dog meat.
, we are not dog lovers, so you and I should be friends.”
The logic seems to be correct, but something feels wrong.
But the reporter Mao Xiong still nodded with satisfaction and sat down, as if he felt the sincere friendship.
Another reporter stood up. He was a reporter from his country, a typical red-necked white man. After adjusting his microphone, he asked:
"Conservatives and dog lovers have been strongly protesting your publicity that you love eating dog meat. What do you think of this?"
"It's very simple. They are worried that if I eat up all the dogs in the United States, they will have no dog poop to eat in the future." The president told a joke and laughed for a while before waving his hands and returning to the topic: "Some people don't want to be
People, I can fulfill their wishes and turn them into dogs, it’s not a problem, technology is very advanced now.”
Black people rolled their eyes and thought of a new method, 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 really interesting to think about how when I give the State of the Union address in Congress in the future, the audience will be filled with snarling wild dogs.
The earth is really interesting, and human society has become more interesting as time goes by than it was thousands of years ago.
"Mr. President, you once said that your father ate snakes and your mother ate tigers. Is that true?" Another female reporter stood up and asked, and the topic suddenly turned into a question and answer about the president's family's recipes.
Weird.
"Yes, that was one of their dinners on Noah's Ark. Maybe my mother ate mountain lions, so they are an endangered species now."
The black president spoke absurd words with a serious expression, and raised a finger to sign in front of his face:
"But I have also said before, don't pay too much attention to what happened in the past, but focus on the future. Friends, in the coming days, I will promote a new bill and legislation that will be implemented during my term.
Invest 14 trillion dollars to ensure that every homeless person in America has a free dog placenta to eat."
Applause rang out at the scene, and the black president raised his hands as if the icon of Jesus embraced the light, with a reserved but proud smile on his face.
Outside the door of the lecture hall, an old man who was still wearing brown sunglasses was leaning on the crack of the door to peek, and asked the man next to him:
"Are you saying that he is actually a split of the Ancient One? But he is so American. That's what the President of the United States should be like."
In the common perception of the public, the president of the United States should be a fool or a lunatic, and this one is obviously crazy.
If you say that he is not the president of the United States, the elderly will not believe it.
The death knell, who was piled up the unconscious presidential bodyguards into a hill, shrugged his shoulders and continued to strangle the Secretary of State who had just arrived after oversleeping to knock him out. He 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 govern a chaotic world better than him. But old man, 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 when he saw that the black president in the lecture hall was suddenly planning to introduce a bill that "the President of the United States can hide when meeting foreign guests," he couldn't bear it anymore.
"I told them not to add the Cathulhu myth, and don't put those things in our stories."
He took out an old man's mobile phone from his pants pocket and started dialing:
"These external system things are incompatible with our world. If one of them is not good, the story will collapse. The author is most afraid of chaos in the power system, but how can you ask superheroes to fight these monsters?"
"Yes, yes, you are right, so who can I contact to solve this problem?" Deathstroke moved closer to peek at the phone, but saw nothing.
But that's okay, after all, this is his plan.
If Naia cannot be dealt with on the current main dimension level, then he can be dealt with 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's personality has really become like a woman now, and he doesn't remember anything about old Loki at all.
She couldn't use it, so Su Ming could only use a backup plan to trick another person with the 'story' ability into a trap, which was naturally Mr. Li.
His storytelling ability is undoubtedly stronger, and he can even circumvent the wall, but whether he will help is questionable.
Fortunately, the Black Pharaoh was crazy enough and wanted to turn the world into his playground, so Lao Li made up his mind to intervene in the affairs of this universe.
"Don't peek, you won't understand if you look at it." The old man turned his body slightly to one side, hid the phone behind him, and looked at Deathstroke's face warily.
"I can understand." Su Ming replied, but still took a step back.
"It's useless to understand. It will only make you doubt yourself." The old man put the phone next to his ear and waited for the other party to answer.
"Then I can pretend not to understand."
Deathstroke smiled. He would not pursue the issue of the fourth wall too much, because it involves philosophy, and the boundaries between reality and illusion can drive anyone crazy, but he only believed that the level he was on was the only reality.
The Supreme Master is a representative of extreme idealism. The mind is more important than matter. There is nothing wrong with him.