After the boss left, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. An intelligence director said, "How often can the North American Metaverse Affairs Group organize such a big event?"

A bearded intelligence director shook his head, "Not too optimistic. We don't have the accumulation of the Chinese."

"Damn it, I feel like the Chinese have painted a pie for us, and there's a chance we won't be able to eat this pie," said a third intelligence director.

"Even if it's a painting, the politicians in the country and the old and dying capitalists will still hold on tightly." The last intelligence director said in a cool tone.

"Since the creation of Canaan, our right to speak has been taken away a lot. Now it is all Canaan, Canaan, Canaan... Even we are Canaan, Canaan, Canaan. It seems that there is only one left in the world.

One thing, Canaan, more Canaan, damn it!”

"Man, this..." This person clicked on the live broadcast screen, "This is the trend, it is the 'oil' of the new era. Unfortunately, there are no more petroleum dollars."

"Something should be done!"

"What to do and how to do it?"

"Everything that needs to be done has been done, but it's not Syria, nor the cold country, nor Japan."

"Are you just watching helplessly?"

"Isn't that what we are doing?"

"Ahem..."

The topic ended here and turned to the work everyone was responsible for, so everyone shut up in a sensible manner.

Pound, the director of the Asia Department who left early, was on a fishing boat drifting on the sea, close to the coast of China. The fishing boat was hidden behind a reef to avoid radar detection.

There were no lights on the ship, and strict radio silence was implemented. Just as the whole country was paying attention to the successful capture of the first piece of land on the line, another fishing boat quietly appeared on the dark sea, and a flash of light illuminated this area.

After confirming that the signal was correct, the captain started the boat and sailed out with the faint sound of the motor.

Two small boats circled around like ghosts on the deserted sea. A Chinese-looking man jumped over, entered the cabin and talked to Pound for a few minutes. When he came out, he threw his cigarette butt into the sea.

In an instant, several searchlight beams suddenly illuminated the two ships. Several coast guard ships and warships carrying helicopters appeared, blocking the escape route. Pound reacted quickly and pressed a button on the safe.

The documents were destroyed, then the ship window was opened, he climbed out of the ship neatly, and jumped into the undulating sea.

Ten minutes later, both ships were captured by the coast guard, and a large amount of infinite matter was inspected from one of them. At the same time, Pound, who had jumped into the sea to escape, was also caught by the frogmen.

"What? I know, he is protected by foreign affairs status, and nothing will happen to Chinese people."

Pound hung up the phone, straightened his collar, and opened the door to the conference room.

In the conference room, the leaders of the only superpower were drinking coffee while watching the first game of the Chinese national server.

"...This is much cooler than any blockbuster movie," someone said jokingly.

"It is inherently real, Canaan is a real world." someone emphasized.

"You can't be 100% sure, right? Even Chinese people are like this." Some people disagreed.

Pound quietly came behind the chief of staff and reported the setback he had just suffered in China.

"So, the source of infinite quality has been cut off again, right?" the chief of staff asked, pushing up his glasses.
Chapter completed!