"...Come on Will, let's be realistic. It's impossible for the Chinese to have such technology. The Canaan game is a complete scam and their conspiracy to rule the world. All Americans should stay away from the Canaan game."

"But they have already launched their own Iron Man..."

"That's alien technology. I'll say it again. They got help from aliens. It might be a crashed alien spacecraft. It might be that they found something on the back of the moon...I'm not kidding. All the evidence is there.

It shows that they received some kind of help, and apart from alien technology, I really can’t think of where else this help could come from.”

"Okay, even if they get help from aliens, what should we do? Keep fighting them like this?"

"We need to unite our allies. This is a huge matter. Will, it is related to the life and death of the free world. Just imagine, if the Canaan game is not banned and allowed to spread in the free world, who can guarantee that

Will they not use the Canaan game to control our voters, and then influence our political situation, or even change our values ​​​​and beliefs?"

"Uh... is it possible?"

"It's entirely possible that people are obsessed with that game for all to see, and its influence is immeasurable. If one day in the future, they extend this influence from online to offline, what will we do? Tell Will,

What can we do?"

"Maybe... a civil war will break out?"

"It is entirely possible. This is not alarmist. This is a very possible future if we do not take firm and decisive measures."

"But what should we do now? The Chinese people are very tough, and that Canaan Company has completely bypassed us."

"We can only increase our efforts to detect and find out those dangerous elements who secretly carry out Canaan games. But this is the first step. We must find a way to make them compromise. They cannot do this. We must make Canaan games become

We must be transparent, accept the supervision of the international community, and dispel the doubts of the international community..."

"So, you support Amendment 104, right?"

"Yes……"

In a hospital in Seattle, Philip, who was handcuffed and being guarded by two FBI agents, shouted anxiously to a passing nurse: "Can you turn off the damn TV?"

Adams was rescuing him inside. Doctors and nurses kept pushing various blood-stained instruments in and out. The corridor was guarded by the FBI at all entrances and exits, as if he was some extremely vicious criminal.

In this situation, Philip had no choice. Adams, his brother, could not just watch him die.

No one paid attention to him, and the crazy smear campaign on TV continued.

"...Today is the opening day of the Canaan game. It's already 10 o'clock. I heard that the game has been suspended for maintenance. We must seize the time to find those dangerous elements called players."

"What happens after you find them? Strictly speaking, they haven't broken any laws, right?"

"Hurry, wait until Amendment No. 104 is passed."

"But they are still innocent now!"

"At special moments, national security legal provisions can be invoked..."

"It's too extreme, Lei Huard..."

Hearing this, Philip shouted, "So what crime have I committed, why should I be arrested?"

The two FBIs still ignored him.

"Fake, you are illegally detaining me. Where is my lawyer?"

Still no one paid attention to him.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the operating door opened and the doctor came out and said that the operation went smoothly and that the patient was out of danger. Then two FBI agents picked him up, one on the left and the other on the right, and walked towards the exit of the corridor.

His younger brother saved his life, but Philip was about to be taken away before he could breathe a sigh of relief. He struggled and yelled in a panic, which attracted the attention of the doctors and nurses at the scene.

"What crime has this boy committed?"

A warm-hearted doctor stopped them, and an FBI officer flashed his police badge and pushed him away without saying a word.

Outside the hospital, an unmarked prison van was waiting. Philip was locked inside, watching helplessly as the hospital where his brother was rescued got further and further away.

An hour later, at a hotel near Federal Plaza in Seattle, an FBI official and two men pushed in the door. Philip jumped out of bed anxiously and looked at them in surprise.

"Maybe you're wondering why it's not a police station or a prison."

The FIB official said slowly, "Let me tell you some good news before this. Your brother is fine, but he will face a series of criminal charges, including illegal possession of firearms, robbery, burglary, endangering national security and other felonies. Lucky

If you don't do well, you will be in jail for a long, long time."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Now you have two choices. The first one is to watch all this happen, including yourself. The second one is to hand over the thing you have secretly hidden and cooperate with us. We will consider transferring you

He becomes a tainted witness and is immune from prosecution."

"What crime did I commit? Robbery? Robbery of Canaan Company's warehouse? You even described Canaan Company as a terrorist organization..."

"Robbery is robbery, and robbing an angel is as much a crime as robbing a devil."

"Farke, Farke!"

"Think about it, boy, and don't expect to get out of here unless we reach some kind of agreement."

"What agreement?"

"The precondition is that we see that thing."

"I will never hand over my gaming helmet to my death."

"That's a shame, but I'm sure you'll change your mind soon."

After saying that, the FBI officer got up and left with his two men.

"Oh, damn, damn!"

Philip was anxious and desperate, and smashed everything in the room like a trapped animal.

"No matter what I say, you will quickly change your mind."

Half an hour later, the FBI officer came back with a look that convinced Philip, "So, where is that thing?"

Philip weakly gave an address.

"Henry, go!" the official ordered one of his men.

After calming down, Philip saw the situation clearly: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? A guinea pig for experiments?"

The FBI official raised his eyebrows but did not deny it: "This is just one of them."

"Help you catch more players?" Philip asked again, with a very firm tone.

"You are very smart."

"Then, when will I be free again?"

"I'm not sure..."

Philip succeeded. He stood up excitedly and rushed towards the grinning devil: "Fake..."

An FBI rushed over and stopped him. The official smiled contemptuously, picked up his cell phone, took a look at it, and hurried out.

Japan.

Same hotel, same dark room, but the darkness here is blocked by thick curtains.

Koji Ikeda walked secretly with others in his room, and through a hidden secret door, he welcomed a pretty woman in a dark trench coat with a delicate face.

"Is it offline?"

"Well, it's time."

"...how do you feel?"

When he said this, Koji Ikeda's throat was dry, his voice was trembling, and there was both bitterness and longing in his eyes.

"...Very good, very good."

"Is it just nice?"

"Stop talking about this, Mr. Ikeda, the current situation is very bad. What should we do? What did we think about it at the meeting?"

"...We contacted the Japanese business department of Canaan Company, but did not receive any response."

"Then...are we really going to be banned?"

"……I don't know either."

"Oh my God, what are we going to do?"

"Hide into the countryside, or find a way to leave Japan."

"Is there no other way?"

"The player base is too small. It seems that we are going to take serious action this time. The situation is very tense."

"...Okay, I understand."

"Other players, please inform me that I have been targeted."

"Okay, I'll contact other people online."

After seeing off this lucky player, Ikeda slumped on the sofa in frustration, recalling how frustrated and desperate he was when the results of the second draw came out.

Fortunately, Miss Kyoko pulled herself into this organization and did the secret work of contacting players, and she was able to get out of that depression and despair.
To be continued...