Hearing that the emperor was about to see him, Gideon Malik straightened his back instantly, and the wrinkled old dog sitting on the sofa immediately disappeared. He knew that his woman would not return to the United States from that "dream place" for no reason, and the antique brandy he drank just now was not free. Gideon Malik only saw the emperor twice from beginning to end, once at Malik Manor, and the other time at the Malik family's ancestral home in the Alps, the place where the European Hydra originated. Every time the oppression brought to him by the emperor takes a long time to relieve it.

He always believed that facing such a powerful soul is harmful to health, and the aging mind will turn into ashes under the stellar brilliance. After the meeting, he needs a psychiatrist and long-term cultivation, which is a mental trauma that cannot be saved by even a prolonged life surgery. But when the summons come, he has to deal with it seriously, because he now has a master, and all Hydras have a master that they cannot disobey.

"Does our master want me to hide something?"

Gideon Malik made some sense, but he was accustomed to vagueness.

Stephanie sighed, this was the main work of the Malik family in North America for some time to come.

The possibility of hiding an aircraft carrier formation is very slim, and the possibility of filling the crew without leaving any traces exists. Fortunately, the Seventh Fleet did not have flight training at that time, so there was no need to supplement the pilot. Even so, the workload would not be small, and for the foreseeable future, the Malik family and other conservative Hydra families would have to devote themselves to this work.

"We cannot go to war with the United States without any preparation, and now His main energy is still in outer space, so He wants to discuss with you what to do after taking over S.H.E.L.D. and the CIA, and the difficulties that may be faced." Stephanie couldn't help but sigh again, "There is no suspense in the outcome of this election. He hopes you will be prepared as soon as possible and not let the new president find any problems."

Gideon Malik poured some wine into another cup and handed it to Stephanie.

"Now you are the chief of His Interior Ministry, I will talk to you in another identity." He thought for a moment, staring at the white marble angel statue on the path leading to the garden next to the door of the living room. Under the orange light, the graceful marble statue was dyed with the afterglow of the light. The angel statue was a decoration chosen by his wife himself, in order to restore some vitality to the Malik family estate that lasted for a century, but Gideon Malik saw the statue splashed with the Malik family blood. "What do he want me to do?" he asked in a low tone, "I have dispatched many agents for this matter, taken away many innocent people and executed them, and many other tasks to clean up the curious people... This is a very wide conspiracy, and I have done what I promised, and He cannot ask for more."

"He can, father, He can ask for a lot." Stephanie felt that the brandy poured into her mouth was tasteless. In that plan, the Malik family would take over the information security systems of the CIA and the Homeland Security Agency, hand over data from the Homeland Security chip manufacturing department to the emperor's technicians, fundamentally preventing incidents like "Iranian arms sales" and also preventing the possibility of the new president or any future intelligence chief seeing those intelligence.

"It's very likely that this will expose me," said Gideon Malik. "Unless General Hale takes control of the entire Pentagon and proposes a weapon development plan that everyone cannot refuse."

"No, father." Stephanie shook her head, "Although I don't know why, the Imperial Guardian promised me that this would not happen. I believe in the Imperial Guardian's ability to work."

"He should focus on Earth rather than outer space." Gideon Malik frowned. He felt like he was facing a greedy giant beast, and the interests of the Malik family were completely based on the disdain of the beast, because the real enemy of the beast was another beast that robbed the territory. "The universe cube has been taken away by the Asgardians, and the invasion of the Zitaris will not happen again. This is the idea of ​​many people in Congress and the idea of ​​many professionals. Many members of Congress regard His claimed alien fleet as crazy talk. No NASA scientist can insist whether the object he observed is an alien fleet. What's more, there is no need to resist the civilization that can develop a super-light speed jump."

His statement represents the ideas of many members of Congress.

Compared with unrealistic resistance, how to gain a corresponding position in the new world is what they need to consider. As for the alien rulers, they can provide whatever they need, so that they can kill fewer people - Stephanie knows how difficult it is to convince her father, and at the same time, she also understands how strong the emperor is to fight against alien aliens. Everyone who is blocking this path will be His enemies - after she informed the Regent of her father about her knowledge, she received an invitation from the space station. She thought that the emperor could definitely convince her father, but before that, she wanted to make her father mentally prepared for what she might see, and she was allowed to view that information after the dust of the feathered snake god incident was settled.

Before this, she had no idea why the emperor asked the army to go to the South American rainforest. It was also the information that made her determine the upper limit of the emperor's ability. She had to persuade her father to completely put all the chips of the Malik family on the emperor.

"Aliens are much closer to us than we thought. The Zitaris are just a biochemical army of the alien fleet that can be consumed at will, and the manufacturing cost is very low." Stephanie shook her head and did not disclose her source, but Gideon Malik could guess with his toes that this was the emperor's remark. "When the aliens arrive, the entire political landscape of the earth will undergo a complete change, and we must prepare to seize the opportunity in advance. Soon He will go to Coboy to launch a war against the aliens entrenched there. When He placed the trophy in orbit, He will become the well-deserved master of the planet. We must control all the industries He needs for. The previous Malik family was very dissatisfied with watching the food trade. We must make a statement again."

"Koboy belt?" Gideon Malik raised his eyebrows in disbelief. As a veteran Ivy League elite in the last century, Gideon Malik studied not the political correct subjects that graduated from the Ivy League School with bonus points and repeated nonsense, but the very difficult science and engineering. Although he has never published academic papers with high impact factors and no very dazzling academic results, he also has the most basic scientific knowledge. "Do you know how far Coboy belt is? Voyager 1 has not yet left Coboy belt, and it has the result of 35 years of flight."
Chapter completed!