Chapter 351: Chapter 349: You Don’t Understand the Great Commander’s Intentions_1
David sat on the couch, his limbs ice-cold.
He had never imagined that buying a girl, as he usually did, would lead to such a bizarre incident.
As a Republican congressman, public perception dictated he should oppose abortion and transgender people.
But a politician’s slogans were just for show, never truly intended for implementation.
Even if implemented, it would be to woo voters, not out of loyalty to the slogans they chanted.
So, his infatuation with transgender girls was quite normal.
The pressure of being a congressman was immense, and one always had to find an outlet for relaxation.
"You can’t kill me! I’m a Republican congressman! I’ve had dinner with the New York governor, and the New York City police commissioner is a close friend of my brother-in-law!"
David quickly revealed his background, then added, "Look, we’re both white. We should be partners. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you say!"
Draco saw his frantic pleading; the man was now devoid of his previous gentleness, elegance, and even his terrifying aura.
He used to think this man was a demon in human skin, the corners of his lips seemingly curled with murderous intent.
However, the man now was like a spineless dog, no longer showing any sign of his former menace.
Draco glanced at the approaching blond man, his heart calm as he accepted his fate.
It was just a bit regrettable; he really did prefer to be a boy and shouldn’t have listened to his teacher.
Aozawa grabbed David’s head.
"No, don’t!"
David let out a desperate cry but was too frightened to muster the strength to resist.
Aozawa thought for a moment, didn’t act immediately, and grabbed Draco with his other hand.
His Global Travel ability activated.
The two of them, along with Aozawa, suddenly disappeared from the room.
The next second, they were in the Scottish Highlands. A verdant plain stretched ahead, with two mountains situated not far in the distance.
Actually walking there would probably take quite some time.
At this moment, the sky was a dull gray, with a hint of light faintly piercing through the clouds.
"Where is your home?" Aozawa patted Draco’s head.
Draco reflexively said, "Virginia, Appomattox County."
"How did you end up here?"
Draco answered truthfully, explaining everything from believing his teacher to trusting an online acquaintance, and finally falling into the hands of a gang.
"What are your parents like?"
Draco was stunned, then suddenly couldn’t stop the tears. "They’re good. I miss them a lot."
"Then return to them."
Aozawa used his Global Travel ability to send him home.
Point-to-point teleportation like this was no problem; the destination could be reached with one hundred percent certainty.
However, Aozawa was curious about one thing: if he wanted to teleport someone to the general vicinity of another person whose exact location he didn’t know, could Global Travel help him send the target right to that person?
To test this, he turned his attention to David, who stood there.
"Spare my life."
David immediately wept bitterly, hoping to gain mercy.
Aozawa reached for his head, activated his Global Travel ability, and fixed the destination and target in his mind.
「Korea, Blue House.」
One twenty-six in the afternoon.
The sun shone brightly, and the rhythmic chirping of cicadas drifted from the trees outside.
Park Jungbo sat wearily in his seat, letting out a sigh. "Those guys have no consideration. Do they think I work late into the night for fun?"
"Come on, don’t be angry. We all know you’ve been working very hard," his wife, who had undergone cosmetic surgery, sat there like a frozen statue. At first glance, she might possess some beauty, but a closer look revealed a face that was unsettlingly inhuman. Her chopsticks picked up some kimchi and placed it in his bowl. "As long as we continue with our established diplomatic strategy and succeed in our hosting bid, people will recognize your accomplishments. Our strategy won’t fail."
"Yes." Park Jungbo nodded. He had poured all his efforts into the next hosting bid, making sure to discuss it at the highest-level meetings in every country he visited.
Kimchi was delivered by the jarful.
And with the competing countries being weak, this was a glorious achievement for the Republic of Korea, seemingly blessed by heaven!
"By the way, how are the reparations going?"
"There’s been no progress so far."
"Those people, they don’t want the money we’re offering them?"
Park Jungbo thought of these vexing matters, and even the usually delicious kimchi tasted bland.
"Alright, don’t dwell on those things while we’re eating." The woman’s eyes showed disapproval, yet her facial expression hardly changed, creating a somewhat eerie effect.
Park Jungbo felt depressed. He had thought that by offering the compensation his predecessor failed to provide to those laborers, he could win the people’s hearts.It could also ease tensions between Korea and Japan and please the United States.This was a win-win situation!But those people were completely unappreciative. They didn’t even want the money offered, rambling on about history instead.That stuff! As if they really cared about it.He didn’t believe he’d made the wrong decision. He thought it was all due to his opponents fanning the flames behind the scenes.Otherwise, his wise decisions would surely have been implemented.
THUD. A sound broke his train of thought. The kimchi dish on the table overturned, and a head landed on its surface. Its tear-streaked, anguished expression was proof of the person’s state of mind before death.
"Damn it!" Park Jungbo cursed in shock. His wife immediately flipped the table in front of her and shouted towards the outside, "Guards! Guards!"
"Your Excellency, what happened?!" The guards outside quickly rushed into the room. Upon seeing the head on the floor, they too became tense, swiftly aiming their guns around the room. Some also quickly protected the couple, escorting them outside.
Surrounded by guards, Park Jungbo finally felt a sense of security. He glanced at his wife, lost in thought.
The head that had appeared on the table out of nowhere was clearly related to the Superpowers that had been widely discussed recently.If that was the case, Park Jungbo suddenly conceived a brilliant plan to salvage his image.
Aozawa, like a silent breeze, watched their panicked actions before using his Global Travel ability to leave the Blue House.
He was fairly certain now that Global Travel could target a specific person in a specific place.Even if he didn’t know the person’s exact location, as long as he knew their name and general whereabouts, he could teleport the intended individual there.
If a person could be teleported, could an object be as well?
Aozawa considered this for a moment and decided to test it, starting with a stone.
「United States, Virginia, Appomattox County.」
Draco was at the local police station, waiting for his parents to arrive.
Before that, he needed to tell the sheriff about what he had encountered.
The local sheriff, Fred, a portly white man in his forties, rubbed his temples as he listened to the story. He felt like Draco must be out of his mind to tell such a tale.
"You urgently called me in the middle of the night just so I could listen to Draco’s fairy tale?"
"Sheriff, everything Draco said is true, can you imagine it? I was taking a leak on a deserted street when suddenly a girl in a wedding gown appeared out of nowhere—it was the transgender girl reported missing earlier! Scared the piss right out of me."
"Asshole! Haven’t I told you countless times not to relieve yourself on the streets?!" Fred roared. Noticing the fearful expression on Draco’s face, he quickly coughed, sat down again, and said, "So, you’re saying that Congressman David from Brooklyn Highland in New York bought you from the organization that kidnapped you? Then an ’electric man’ appeared, someone who can ignore bullets and has the Ability to make hands and heads disappear mysteriously? This person took you to a beautiful plain, sent you back here, and left Congressman David behind?"
Draco nodded.
"Oh my god!" Fred slapped his forehead; he could disbelieve Draco, but he trusted his subordinate. "You all better tell me this is some Halloween prank you’re pulling early!"
"Sheriff, it’s all true. If you don’t believe us, you can call New York City and ask."
"Do you think I’m the governor?" Fred complained but still picked up the phone, preparing to report this absurd situation to his superiors.
Whether his superiors believed it or not wasn’t his problem.
"They won’t accuse me of popping too many pills and chew me out, will they?"
"Sheriff, don’t worry. We’re all willing to testify for you."
"FARK!" Fred cursed. Reporting such a fantastical incident to his superiors would most likely get him scolded.But if he didn’t make the report, an organization that violated human rights would be allowed to continue its crimes.From then on, every child harmed by that organization would be, in part, due to his failure to report what he knew.
"FARK!" Fred swore again but still dialed the number for his superiors.
「Virginia, Langley.」
The renowned CIA headquarters is located here.
Fred’s report contained keywords flagged by the CIA and was swiftly intercepted.
Whether abroad or domestic, in the eyes of the CIA, everyone was a target for surveillance; there was no such thing as privacy.
The CIA agent who intercepted this recorded the situation, preparing to report. "Appomattox County, Virginia. Sheriff Fred reported to his superiors... Draco..."
The agent muttered, "Congressman David from Brooklyn Highland." He didn’t notice a slight change in the expression of his colleague nearby. Those blue eyes scanned his report, and the colleague chuckled, "I happen to have a report here. Let me submit it with yours."
"Really, Bruno? Then I’ll leave it to you."
The agent taking notes smiled. The CIA intercepted similar reports daily. Some people, high on drugs, would even claim to have videos proving Park Jungbo was an alien.Despite this, their superiors required every call, short video, or post matching the keywords to be reported, significantly increasing their workload.
Bruno pushed up his glasses, smiled, and said, "No problem. We’re friends. It’s the least I can do."