Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 51 Crazy Plan (please follow up)
The White House, this long-standing building has always been a symbol of free America. Documents that affect all parties are issued from here. It is the most authoritative institution.

A black car parked slowly outside the White House.

Geno was walking on the lawn wearing an Army uniform and holding his hat in his hand.

Stepping on the soft grass,

Seeing Geno coming, the White House security guards immediately led Geno the way.

Pushing open the somewhat heavy door,
This is a huge conference room. At this moment, the navy and army generals are sitting in two rows, arguing among themselves.

His Excellency the President, who was sitting in the first seat, was holding his head with a sad look on his face.

Seeing Jeno walking into the room, the room seemed to press the pause button. The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and all eyes fell on Jeno.

Looking at Geno arriving, Lao Luo seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and clapped his hands quickly to attract attention:

"Okay, everyone, this concludes today's meeting. Admiral Geno and I will have a few words."

The generals stood up and left, and soon, only Geno and Lao Luo were left in the room.

"Please take a seat, Admiral Geno."

Lao Luo smiled, rubbed his temples, and exhaled.

"Oh, I'm kidding you. The army and navy never deal with it."

"What does your Excellency, the President, want from me?"

Lao Luo raised his hand and hammered the table with an angry tone:
"The documents are on the table. Take a look at them yourself. The Japanese pirates are just a bunch of lunatics."

Geno flipped through the documents on the table and quickly figured out the cause and effect.

To put it simply, the Japanese people seem unable to withstand the constant blows brought by Geno.
Well, starting from Pelius Island, the Japanese have been unlucky all the way.

The island of Belius was lost, and a generation of Japanese demons were created. However, they collided with Geno, destroyed them all, and even lost the island of Phoebe.

After losing Philippine Island, the emperor gritted his teeth and created a second-generation demon again. Just a few days after regaining Philippine Island, Geno killed him and pushed back the second-generation demon.

How to describe it? It can only be said that Japan, a small country, is like a drunken lunatic every time it gambles on its national destiny, a gambler with red eyes. The more he gambles, the more he loses, and the more he loses, the more he gambles.

And recently, they have become restless again,
According to the news from the Strategic Science Group's spies lurking in Germany: The Japanese pirate emperor revealed to Germany that they were developing some kind of secret weapon that could destroy the Allies, which seemed to be related to the mysterious disappearance of people on Japanese Island.

Geno immediately thought of the second-evolved demons, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

The damn emperor couldn't really summon a demon from hell, could he?

I always feel like I'm being targeted by the will of the world. I've encountered more trouble this month than the Avengers of the Future will encounter in a year.

Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, Geno looked at President Luo:

"So, what does your Excellency, the President, mean?"

"I have a plan here."

Lao Luo mysteriously took out a document from his wheelchair, put it on the table and pushed it gently, and the document slid to Geno.

"The Fat Man and Little Boy Plan?"

Geno stared at the document above. Howard Stark's name was clearly written in the column of the developer.

Howard's despicable smile flashed through his mind, and Geno couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed that the nightmare of recruiting men was coming.

Lao Luo's eyes flashed with cruelty:

"Based on the current situation, we should use our real trump card to beat the Japanese! Let them surrender!"

Geno understood that Lao Luo was planning to defeat the Japanese people in one fell swoop and make them surrender completely.

"What do you mean, your Excellency the President?"

There was a guess in his heart, but Geno still asked Lao Luo.

"Dual-front operations, Geno, I need you to lead the black-robed pickets to raid the Japanese mainland and kill the Japanese emperor. On that day we will launch a devastating attack on the important industrial cities in the Japanese mainland."

The atmosphere was silent again.

Geno closed his eyes slightly and thought, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

This is another opportunity to increase your reputation and usurp power.I have a plan in my heart,

He stood up again, opened his eyes, his gaze was firm, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Geno is polite:

"Why not? Your Excellency, I will lead the black robe pickets into action!"

Late night bars.

The familiar pole dancer twists and turns.

On a chair at the bar, Logan was trying to strike up a conversation with an attractive young woman who was close to 40 years old.

Unfortunately, this beautiful young woman has no interest in Logan.

Victor, on the other hand, kept pouring wine into his stomach while watching his poor brother fail to strike up a conversation, letting out a gloating laugh.

The bar door was pushed open again.

Seeing the visitor, the crowd quickly seemed to press the pause button, leaving only the noisy music echoing in the bar.

Geno walked into this bar, and everyone's attention was focused on him. He looked like he was eating melon with great interest. Unexpectedly, the famous Admiral Geno, a decent American figure, would also come to the bar to drink away his sorrows. ?

And the dancers on the stage also lit up their eyes. If, if they could spend a good night with Mr. Geno, their price would be hundreds of times higher.

Unfortunately, Geno had no interest in these people. He just smiled and motioned for everyone to continue. Then he walked to the bar and patted Logan on the shoulder: "Stop teasing girls and follow me."

The charming young woman's eyes widened. The Logan who was chatting with her actually knew Geno?

She quickly took out a marker pen from her pocket and wrote down her contact information and stuffed it into Logan's hand, and then gave Geno a reserved smile.

Looking at the business card in his hand, Logan felt dumbfounded.

What's going on? As soon as the boss came, this woman seemed to have a different attitude, and she wanted to put the contact information into her hand.

Is the other party planning to contact the boss through himself?

Geno nodded towards Victor in the corner:
"Victor, follow me."

Victor made an OK gesture, blew out the last bottle of brandy, shook his head, and followed Geno with Logan.

Geno led the two of them out of the bar.

The three of them did not stop on this street. Geno drove the car and took the two of them to a suburban villa.

Even though it was three o'clock in the morning, the lights were still on in this villa. The windows and curtains reflected many slender figures running around laughing, and one of the obscene male figures reached forward with his hands, seemingly playing hide-and-seek with the girls. game.

Well, that kind of restricted game where you can catch me and let you fuck me if you catch me.

"Bah, damn rich."

The grumpy brothers Victor and Logan spit at the door one after another. They have never played such an exciting game in their lives.

Logan rubbed his bearded chin and asked curiously: "Who is this damn rich man?"

Geno walked to the iron door and rang the doorbell.

Last time I didn't knock on the door and ran to find Howard. Poor Howard almost turned into a sheep out of fright. Hey.

This is not possible, Geno is still counting on Howard to build him some high-tech armor.

So Jeno plans to be polite this time and be a good person?

Geno introduced Howard to the two of them: "Howard Stark, the famous playboy, the largest arms dealer in the Pentagon."

"We are here this time to ask him to add some ingredients to the little boy."

Butler Jarvis quickly led the three of them into the living room.

Seeing the countless long white legs intertwining with each other in the hall, Logan felt his heartbeat quicken, and he looked at Howard fiercely, the damn rich man, the damn Ziben family.

　Thank you to Mr. Yuci Sauerkraut for your monthly ticket support. Thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)