The American Scripture

Dan Milk was talking there, but Zhen Fan was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall. Do things like vampires and werewolves really exist in the world? It's no wonder that Americans dared to make their most respectable president Lincoln as a fighter who fought against vampires.

Is this a bit too funny?

Zhen Fan looked at this old man speechlessly, and you can't brag about it anymore. There are aliens in this world. They are all the owners of abilities. American science fiction blockbusters boast so much.

"I mean, believe it or not, judge for yourself!" Dan. The old fox, Milk, actually threw the result to Zhen Fan again, so he made it clear, I said so, believe it or not.

"Compared to those vampires and werewolves, I prefer to hear your stories of Benjamin Wallace and Sid Frisch. That is to say, the owner of the two energies in Los Angeles, one is from China Lace, is one from Friege? So... do you belong to Wallace or Frige?"

"Wallace!" Milk said quietly.

"In other words, Wallace is actually your highest leader. How old is it? What is the number one?" Zhen Fan's mouth was smiling.

"Under Professor Wallace, they are old. The abilities they acquired were bestowed by Professor Wallace, so... they must be loyal to Professor Wallace, because the professor can give, and they can take it back." Milk said quietly.

"What about you? Are you a special case?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but looked at Milk, "Why are you not the owner of that ability? Also. What is the purpose of the souls you collected before?"

"Me? Of course I am a special case!" Milk couldn't help but laughed bitterly, "Because I have been disdainful of such things since I was a child, but I have to participate in people. My original name has been useless for a long time. But. ...I was originally Dan Wallace, and I am the son of Professor Wallace!"

"Aha—" Zhen Fan was stunned, and then slapped haha ​​without coming, and smiled reluctantly, "This... you can't tell me at all."

"It's nothing, but some bizarre experiences, when I was a child. Because my father studied the energy contained in the meteorite and tried every means to take out the energy for his own use, he almost became obsessed and crazy. My mother was obsessed with his neglect. , Died alone in the hospital bed, so...I can't forgive him."

Having said that, Dan. Milk sighed and shook his head. Some feelings for the past.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to reveal your sadness!" Zhen Fan shrugged, "Is your father still there? I want to see that meteorite!"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you can't do what you want. My father is dying. No one knows where he is unless he wants to come out. And as you said, we collect souls, but we want to use souls. To extend one’s own life. This is also in line with the laws of nature. Energy cannot always exist, it is always consumed little by little. When it is exhausted, it is the person who has this energy, and life comes At the end."

Milk looked at Zhen Fan: "But I found that you are not like this. You have no energy, but you can use natural energy. This is a great miracle!"

So, Zhen Fan shook his head and sighed. It seems that no matter the force, they all have an ability that can directly transform their souls into energy. Obviously, sometimes to improve their abilities. , Or in order to extend their lives, people from these two forces are using their souls to do some ulterior things, and then collect more souls for their own use. This will not attract the attention of society and government departments!

"Okay, I have one question left!" Zhen Fan turned his body and let himself sit in a comfortable position, "Jennifer's soul, who is controlling it, is it Frich's person?"

"Perhaps, I can't talk nonsense before there is evidence, but... Judging from my life experience in Los Angeles for so many years, only Fridge's talents can do this. Ending people in the cruelest way Life brings more killings, except for them I can't think of a second one!"

"Aren't you?" Zhen Fan glanced at Milk.

"Of course we are too, but... there are always people who are damned, just like the hostess of that cafe. She cheated on her husband behind her back and was about to murder his husband." Milk said openly. "And the young people on that kilometer, Alyssa, Zach, Joey, Bloy, and Laura, do you know what they did before? It looks like they are all normal people, but they are all dark On the other side, doing something makes people angry..."

"Stop, Mr. Milk, I'm not here to listen to your story." Zhen Fan interrupted Milk's topic, shaking his head and sighing, "No matter how you advertise yourself, you are not a judge and cannot represent God. Punishing them is like the pharaoh pretending to be a **** of death, which is also very offensive!

"I know, I know we can’t represent God, but... my father doesn’t think so. He thinks that since God gave him the meteorite, then... he is God’s messenger and has the right to punish those who have done it. People who are evil, he regards himself as an angel, so he will pull out those old and pharaohs to feed him and punish those who do evil for him on behalf of God." Milk smiled bitterly and shook his head. " This is one of the reasons why I don’t want to touch those energies, because...we have never been God’s judges.

"Well, that’s it. I don’t care how you do it, nor do I care about what Frisch and others do, but I need to tell you one thing, and I hope you can contact Frisch’s people. Come on, bring me a message, if anyone provokes me and my friends, I won't be merciless!"

Zhen Fan said, stood up and stretched out his hand towards Milk.

"But thank you very much. You told a nice story, and... you are still pushing Chinese medicine into medical insurance. I am very grateful for this. Well, I said in the hall just now. If you do, you must remember that it is good for you!"

"I see!" Milk nodded, and when he saw Zhen Fan walked to the door, he couldn't help but yelled, "Zhen. Wait a minute, I have a request!"

"Request?" Zhen Fan turned around and looked at Milk.

"In a few days, Mr. President will come to me. He is here for help, so I would like to ask you to come here too, because... Mr. President suffers from a very rare heart and lung disease and various medical treatments. We tried all the methods, and we also helped him with some treatments, but...the effect is always not obvious!"

"Mr. President? That...Chocolate President?" Zhen Fan was stunned. "Does he know your business? Or do you always do things for the government?"

Milk shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. It was obvious that he couldn't deny it.

"My God, how many things have you not told me? They can tolerate you doing this?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but patted his forehead, "Don't tell me that Frisch also works for the government."

"Of course he is not. He is a person wanted by the government!" Milk laughed, "I didn't tell you about this, so... you know, if you add this background, many things can be explained. It's opened. This is why my father insists that he is acting on behalf of God to enforce the law in the world!"

"Your father... is really arrogant!" Zhen Fan said rudely.

Milk also nodded unexpectedly, agreeing with Zhen Fan's opinion.

"Zhen, if you can, I hope you can come and help me once. Mr. President's condition is likely to kill him, and... Chinese medicine is included in the medical insurance. If you get the support of Mr. President, then... that will get you. Unexpectedly good results."

"Chocolate President's medical reform?" Zhen Fan suddenly thought of a very ambitious medical reform plan advocated by Chocolate President, which is to cost 871 billion U.S. dollars within ten years, which will increase 94% of the United States. The population of China has been included in the medical insurance system to solve the problem of 47 million Americans without medical insurance and 40 million people with incomplete medical insurance.

If we take this opportunity to include Chinese medicine in the scope of medical insurance, even in the scope of the United States instead of being limited to the scope of California, this will be a very, very good result.

"I'll try it!" Zhen Fan agreed without thinking about it.

It's a fool if he doesn't agree at this time. Obviously, Milk also wants to take this opportunity to have a closer relationship with them, but as long as he doesn't threaten the lives of himself and his friends~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he doesn't care. .

"I am very happy to meet with you this time. To be honest, I have benefited a lot!" Zhen Fan did not hide his feelings of gaining the benefits, and happily shook hands with Milk goodbye.

"I look forward to your visit again!" Milk smiled and watched Zhen Fan leave.

"The vase has been moved to the corner, and what should I do with the ginkgo tree?" The butler walked over and said to Milk, "If you are in front of the door again, it looks a little weird and affects the overall beauty!"

"Follow Mr. Zhen's instructions. The two places he designated must be planted today." Milk looked back at the housekeeper, "Don't worry about the beauty or not, even if it is for him to come to me next time, I The tree will also be planted, do you know why?"

"To let him know how much you value his words?"

"Yes, for this, I should plant the tree too! Okay, man, I'm a little tired, and I still have something to gain today. At least his impression of us has changed, even though he doesn't say anything, but I know his heart is changing. This is a welcome improvement!" Milk slowly climbed the stairs. (To be continued...)