Chapter 439: Meteorites and Legends

In the study of a mansion in Beverly Hills, Dan. Mitchell was talking with a few men. The study room was soundproof, so the content of the conversation would not be transmitted, but it was obvious that a few gray-haired old guys were shaking their heads, obviously expressing differences Opinion.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is included in the medical insurance, which is almost impossible to succeed! Most people will oppose it, especially those guys who have shares in pharmaceutical companies. Moved their cheese."

An old man shook his head, but he was telling the truth. Sometimes, promoting a reform is like declaring war on those with vested interests. One can imagine the intensity of it.

"I know, but...we can do it slowly, and it will work!" Dan. Mitchell obviously also considered that "in view of this situation," we just used our relationship to try to get as many congressmen as possible who have little to do with this interest to participate and form a majority. Don't let those guys get the upper hand! "

"Okay then, I hope our conversation today ends here, and I have a meeting in the afternoon!" The old man said, standing up, and then several people also stood up, they and Dan. Mitchell shook hands and said goodbye one by one.

After those people had left, a tall, middle-aged man in a black suit came over and stood at Dan. Behind Mitchell, watching these people thoughtfully. he is dan Mitchell's confidant butler.

"Do you know why I want to vigorously promote this matter?" Dan. Mitchell walked slowly to the window, looking at the tree-lined scenery outside. He said something softly.

"Is it because of Fan Zhen?"

"Yeah, this person... is too powerful, if you can't be our friend. Don't let him be our opponent." Dan. Mitchell turned his head and smiled wryly, "** Mr. Gikaro Polk has already warned me that I must facilitate this matter. It is impossible for him to have a good impression of your growth with some small favors. , but if it benefits his entire Chinese medicine system, the affection will be great, and he must appreciate it!"

"I see!" The butler nodded. "In a few days, Mr. President will visit you in Los Angeles. The White House has confirmed this news with me! And will send someone in advance to arrange security work."

"I see. This time, Mr. President is not just coming to see me. He has a serious heart and lung disease, which has seriously affected his work and life. So... this time he still needs our treatment. But... this can only be alleviated, not cured." Dan. Mitchell shook his head and smiled wryly, "Perhaps Zhen can..."

"Maybe you can invite Mr. Zhen to come over..."

"If he's that good at asking... the point is those bastards in the White House,

They don't recognize Chinese medicine too much, although some of them know a little acupuncture or something. "Dan Mitchell smiled, "Let's talk about everything when Mr. President arrives, he is not easy to fool! "

The two were talking when they suddenly heard a light knock on the door. Then the door was ajar, and a bodyguard confronted Dan at the door. Mitchell said: "There is a gentleman named Fan Zhen who wants to ask you for something. He came over with your business card, so... I asked him to wait in the lobby!"

"Fan Zhen?"

Dan Mitchell froze for a moment, and then smiled, which is really a coincidence. Not just Dan Mitchell, even the butler had a smile on his face.

"Ask him to come to the study... No, I'll go down in person!" Dan. Mitchell said something, then picked up his crutches and walked downstairs, the housekeeper hurriedly followed behind, for fear that Dan Mitchell fell.

In the hall downstairs, a young man stands tall and is looking around the hall. If his hall is considered elegant, then this hall is simply extremely luxurious.

"Zhen, it's really you, this is so surprising." Dan. Mitchell laughed, kept his crutches aside, opened his arms, walked over with a limp, and gave Zhen Fan a big hug.

"Please sit down please sit down!" Dan. Mitchell greeted Zhen Fan to sit down, and then said to the butler, "Here comes the best tea, Longjing imported from China!"

The housekeeper agreed to go, but Zhen Fan smiled in surprise: "I didn't expect Mr. Mitchell to like Chinese tea too? It seems that I am lucky!" Zhen Fan smiled and looked around the living room.

Seeing Zhen Fan looking at his hall, Mitchell smiled with satisfaction in his heart: "I hired the best designer to design this, and it has been almost ten years."

"I just happened to think of this number too. Ten years may be a bit less, probably nine and a half years." Zhen Fan said, looking at Mitchell's legs again, shaking his head and laughing, "Your legs must be It started 10 years ago with no known cause, and sometimes it gets better, sometimes it gets worse."

"Yes, maybe he's too old!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled.

"If you move this bottle... yes, this big vase, which is as tall as a person, and put it in the corner over there, and then plant two ginkgo trees in front of your door, then you will feel something changed." Zhen Fan pointed to two places in front of the door.

"It's a very interesting suggestion, I will definitely try it!" Mitchell nodded with a smile. He didn't mean to belittle Zhen Fan's opinion, but secretly kept it in his heart.

"Uh, Mr. Mitchell, I didn't want to disturb you at first, but I have encountered a very strange thing recently, and I may have to ask for your help!" Zhen Fan said the opening, and then directly Explained his purpose.

"Whatever, just say it!" Mitchell agreed very simply, this is a good opportunity to get close to Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan looked around and saw that there were servants cleaning the living room, so he shook his head: "Why don't we find a quiet place to talk about this matter?"

"Of course, that's for sure. Let's go to the upstairs study to talk!"

At the moment, accompanied by the butler, Mitchell went to the study and sat down. Zhen Fan looked at the housekeeper, kept his mouth shut, and didn't say a word.

Mitchell naturally understood what he meant. He waved his hand and let the butler go out first.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Zhen Fan said, "I don't know what your butler's position is, but today's topic is a bit special, so... sorry, I don't want him to hear it too."

"It's okay, let's talk. I'm listening!" Mitchell smiled tenderly.

So Zhen Fan recounted what happened to Jennifer, then frowned and said, "Whose power is that energy that possesses Jennifer? Besides you, who else would carry out such a practice with you?" Exist in the world? I know you are not the owner of the energy. Unlike the old ones, but you are the most closely related to them. So I thought you might know something!"

Mitchell smiled wryly: "Yes, although I can't have energy, but I am an agent of ** who lives in this world. So... I will be born, grow old, get sick and die. Even my own leg pain can't be healed."

"They can't even treat the elderly?" Zhen Fan was a little surprised.

"Yes, this is not what they are good at! They are better at manipulating people's souls, and controlling energy for offense or defense. I don't know what they will do, but it must be in addition to treating various diseases. You need to know that energy is not omnipotent, the key is to use the person who can get it!"

"You have good knowledge!" Zhen Fan smiled. "Now you can tell me, where does that evil energy come from?"

"Do you know Area 51?" Mitchell did not answer Zhen Fan's words directly. Instead, he asked Zhen Fan a question, which was very strange, District 51?

Zhen Fan has heard that it often appears in movies. Even last year, the President of the United States admitted that there is a so-called Area 51 in the United States, but it is the first special department for studying aliens, and it is just an ordinary military department. base? No one knows this.

"What does this have to do with Area 51?" Zhen Fan asked in surprise.

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Mitchell was silent for a while, and then he said to Zhen Fan as if he had made up his mind, "Area 51 does exist, but it is not a special department that studies so-called aliens, nor is it What military base, but an institution that studies a mysterious ore, which has existed for many years."

"Research on mysterious ore?" Zhen Fan was stunned, "Meteorite?"

"Yes, it's a meteorite. One fell in an area in Lincolnshire, southern Nevada, USA, ninety-three miles northwest of downtown Las Vegas. Another fell in the Atlantic Ocean. Its whereabouts are still unknown. The navy dispatched There were several warships, but they just couldn't be detected."

"Okay, can you make a long story short?" Zhen Fan didn't really want to hear these sci-fi stories.

"Well, okay, let me cut it short." Mitchell nodded, "The people who participated in the study of the meteorite were all top scientists, and two of them were the main persons in charge, and one was a physicist. Benjamin Wallace, and the astronomer Sid Fritsch."

The event of the meteorite falling happened more than a hundred years ago, and the discovery of the meteorite was a matter for the US government in the 1930s. At that time, some scientists detected that the meteorite had a mysterious energy, so the government launched an investigation on the meteorite. Research. But the good times didn't last long, and the meteorite was finally divided into three pieces during the development, one piece was in the hands of Wallace, one piece was in the hands of Fritsch, and the other piece was kept in the laboratory.

No one can figure out whether these energies came from the meteorite, but Wallace and Fritsch disappeared mysteriously a few months later, and then a person living in secret appeared in Los Angeles not far from Nevada. Organization, owner of a mystical energy consisting of several elders and many pharaohs. And there is another obstacle that exists in a more hidden life, and that is the organization that Jennifer encountered.

It seems that this time is really troublesome!

"And... the genes of those people irradiated by meteorites will mutate. Maybe some legends are false, but they can be passed down for so long, and they may be true, such as werewolves and vampires... After all, it has been a hundred years since the meteorite fell on the human world. It has been many years, and these stories have been circulated in the world since more than a hundred years ago!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled helplessly! (To be continued..)