Yang Xuan did not object and allowed them to search.
After finding no weapons, Poker Face's expression softened a little. He said to Yang Xuan, "Mr. Yang, in view of your great power, to ensure your safety, we will take measures to restrict you. Please cooperate."
Yang Xuan looked at him and asked, "What measures?"
Poker Face waved his hand, and someone came forward with a briefcase.
The briefcase was opened and there were two things inside. One was a silver-white handcuff and the other was a grey-black chain that looked like anklets.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed. He looked at the things in the briefcase and suddenly asked, "Is this your idea? Or is it the Head of State's idea? "
"The Head of State will not care about such a small matter, but this is the rule." Poker Face was still expressionless.
"The rule states that I must meet the Head of State with handcuffs and anklets?" Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Not you, but all people with great power." Poker Face still had a routine look. After a pause, he continued, "Of course, so far, no one like you has been able to meet the Head of State. You are the first."
"In other words, I am the first person to meet the Head of State with handcuffs and anklets?" Yang Xuan asked word by word.
"In a sense, yes," Poker Face said.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and then asked, "Do you know why I am meeting the Head of State?"
Poker Face shook his head and said, "I don't know. This is confidential and has nothing to do with us. We are just doing our job. Mr. Yang, please do not make things difficult for us."
"Ha!" Yang Xuan suddenly laughed and shook his head.
Poker Face did not laugh. He just looked at Yang Xuan quietly.
"Help me pass on a message," Yang Xuan suddenly said.
"What message?"
"Just say that the engine does not burn oil," Yang Xuan said calmly and then turned to leave.
"Wait, where are you going?" Poker Face asked.
"This meeting is canceled," Yang Xuan said indifferently without even turning his head.
"Is this a place where you can come and go as you wish?" Poker Face's voice was as cold as ice. He waved his hand and the men in black behind him quickly surrounded Yang Xuan. All of them reached into their pockets and looked coldly at Yang Xuan.
"I advise you not to do that," Yang Xuan said softly with half-closed eyes.
"Mr. Yang, it's impossible to cancel the meeting. If you insist on doing so, you'll have to bear the consequences," Poker Face said coldly.
"Oh, ignorant!" Yang Xuan looked at him coldly and said, "You don't know what you are doing."
After saying that, he didn't even look at the men in black surrounding him. He directly squeezed past them and walked out.
The black-clothed men staggered as they were squeezed. They reached out and took out the things in their bosoms.
It was a small silver pistol. It was small and exquisite and looked like a child's toy.
But the next moment, everyone was stunned.
Because there were only layers of ripples in the air, and Yang Xuan had already disappeared without a trace.
…
In the villa on Mount Yunwu, Yang Xuan pushed open the door that had been sealed for many days and sighed slightly.
Without her, even the villa seemed a little desolate.
"I already said that this is too troublesome. With your strength, you can destroy this low-level planet in a matter of minutes," Dark God Keke 'er shouted from inside the ring. He could empathize with Yang Xuan's experience just now.
'Motherf * cker, I've already been locked up by this demon. You low-level life forms still want to put handcuffs on him. Motherf * cker, isn't this an insult to me?'
Keke 'er thought angrily. He couldn't wait to run out and beat Poker Face up.
Yang Xuan couldn't be bothered with him. He just took out the triangular metal and asked, "Do you recognize this thing?"
"No," Keke 'er said unhappily. He was still feeling indignant about what had happened just now.
"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words," Yang Xuan said indifferently.
"You only know how to bully me." Keke 'er cried out. His voice sounded like a wronged wife who had been bullied.
Yang Xuan was unmoved. He only asked, "Do you recognize it?"
This time, Keke 'er didn't dare to be careless. He flew out of the ring and circled around the triangular metal. He said doubtfully, "I really don't recognize this. Not only that, I've never even seen the material that this thing is made of."
"You don't even recognize the material?" Yang Xuan frowned and asked.
"I've never seen it before. I think it's very likely a product of a high-level civilization. It's at least a level-6 civilization," Keke 'er said.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know what this cloud pattern means? What does it represent? "
"I'm not sure. It looks like it's transmitting some kind of message. However, there are too many types of words in the universe. Who knows what kind of thing this is?"
Yang Xuan shook his head.
It seemed like he wouldn't be able to get any useful information from Keke 'er.
The night passed silently. The next morning, someone rang the doorbell.
"Come in," Yang Xuan said indifferently.
The door slid open and footsteps could be heard. Soon, War Owl appeared in the villa.
His expression was very ugly. When he saw Yang Xuan, he asked, "Why did you cancel the meeting?"
Yang Xuan took a sip of tea and asked, "Do you want some tea?"
War Owl wasn't in the mood to drink tea. He sat down and said, "Do you know how important this meeting is?"
Yang Xuan nodded and put down his teacup. "I know."
"Do you know why you're so stubborn?" War Owl asked.
"I know, but someone doesn't," Yang Xuan said casually.
War Owl was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yang Xuan gave a simple recount of what had happened after he left yesterday.
After listening, War Owl's face turned green.
"Nonsense!" He slammed the sofa's armrest and said angrily, "These people don't know what's good for them."
Yang Xuan shrugged indifferently and didn't say anything.
War Owl muttered for a while before he calmed down and said to Yang Xuan, "Someone will be here in a while. Get ready."
"Who?"
"Two experts, both national treasures. They rushed here overnight," War Owl explained.
Half an hour later, the two people War Owl mentioned arrived. They were two old men. Yang Xuan had seen one of them on TV before. They were both national treasures.
"What does the engine burn?" A bespectacled old man saw Yang Xuan and immediately asked without the slightest bit of courtesy.
However, Yang Xuan didn't care. Compared to other people, these experts who had dedicated their lives to the country were more respectable.
"It's a new type of energy, man-made," Yang Xuan explained.
"How is it compared to aviation fuel?" The other old man took out a small notebook and calculator, ready to calculate on the spot.
Yang Xuan thought for a while and said, "It's not the same type of material. Simply put, a stratojet can fly at least 20,000 kilometers once it's recharged. Of course, it's based on the pilot's body being able to withstand it."
The two old men looked at each other and their breathing quickened at the same time.
The current limit of a fighter jet was 4,000 kilometers, but the new energy could increase the range by four or five times. This was a milestone for the fighter jet. Many tactics and tactics would have to be changed.
"Where's the production process?" The two asked in unison.
Since Yang Xuan had provided the fighter jet technology, they had to believe him.
"Here!" Yang Xuan took out a USB flash drive.
The moment the USB flash drive appeared, the two old men rushed over with lightning speed.
They were even faster than a cheetah.
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