"Argore? That Argore? "Someone asked in a strange tone.
Obviously, they did not trust the vice president.
Nightwing shrugged. "Who else can attend this kind of meeting?"
Well, whether or not Al Gore looked like an incompetent idiot in the face of the Clintons' bluster, he was still a legitimate spokesman in official settings.
"Argore? The Argore who proposed the information superhighway? "Hermione was not interested in the romantic life of the first generation Robin.
But she had an impression of the name at the back.
Charles saw that Hermione was deep in thought, so he asked her, "Do you remember anything?"
Ron and Hermione were the closest to Harry in the room, and only they might have gotten more information from Harry.
So, in this meeting, other than Lupin, the two of them were the representatives of the Hogwarts.
Hermione did ask Harry about the coming information age after the "Destroy the Diss" incident, but because Harry was vague, she only remembered that the vice president's political actions were average, but he played a role in the coming technological revolution and gained a foothold early.
"Another thing is San Diego.
If I remember correctly, it's not only one of the important cities in Silicon Valley.
It's also one of the Marine Corps' training bases.
Any international meeting here is worthy of our attention. "
"Yes, so I'm even more reluctant to let go of this opportunity to get close to Argore." Nightwing showed a cat-like smile. "When I learned that Sarah was Argore's daughter, I asked her for a chance to meet the vice president. Of course, she didn't agree.
At the same time, of course, Argore knew about it.
So, someone came to me that night. "
Hermione could not help but laugh. If Dick tried to get close to Argore in a roundabout way,
He might be very cautious.
But if he made the request so directly, it would be easy to look down on him.
Nightwing panicked and told the person that he was just a computer science student who wanted a chance to meet with the vice president. Although he did not win the person's trust, he was still tied up, stuffed into a car, and driven out of San Diego overnight.
"The car flipped over before leaving the city. The brakes were broken. If I wasn't prepared, the panicked driver would have died."
Damian sneered and added, "After Grayson was sent away, I followed that person. I waited for another two days before he reported back to his boss. I planted a bug on his back while he was sleeping soundly (naturally, it was the effect of the drug). That's why this old man sent us a lot of information." However, the next day, Robin sent a letter to the "spy" to remind him. The spy was so scared that he quickly took out the listening device and did not dare to report it. He only wanted to ask his boss to transfer him away after this meeting.
There were a total of three audio messages sent back. Jarvis and the others had already translated them into text and printed them out for everyone. The "spy" was probably not an important person who could follow Argore around, so he did not hear the content of the meeting. Other than reporting that the university student had been dealt with, the only useful information was a conversation between Argore and a Russian representative.
Argol: "Vladimir, if the situation is really so critical, we should …"
Vladimir: That gentleman has already arranged everything. There is no room for discussion.
Argore: We all believe in that gentleman.
Vladimir: That would be best.
The other was a conversation between Mr. Spy and another bodyguard.
Spy: How much longer will this meeting take?
Bodyguard: Who cares? As long as we get paid.
Spy: Tsk, the climate here is really f * cked up. Everyone is so paranoid.
Bodyguard: (Lowered voice) That's right …
Spy: If there's going to be a war again, I don't want to be on the same side as Gore.
Bodyguard: (sneered) Do you think you'll still need us when the time comes?
"Vladimir" was a very common Russian name, but there was almost no need to analyze the audio for comparison. Everyone already knew the name in their hearts, and the analysis report sent by J.A.R.V.I.S. also had the name of a former KGB intelligence agent written on it.
"He's not to be underestimated. Yeltsin thinks highly of him," Professor X commented briefly.
The question was who "that gentleman" was. Judging from Gore and Vladimir's cautious attitude, "that gentleman" seemed to be an important person who could influence this meeting. He even had more power than the Vice President of the United States and the First Deputy Mayor of St. Petersburg. The participants pondered this in their hearts, but no one spoke for a while.
Ron picked up the piece of paper with a few lines printed on it and broke the silence. "Are they discussing war?" Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he scratched his head and continued, "I don't know much about international affairs, but with so many politicians gathered together, it's either to discuss how to make money or to discuss how to fight a war, right?"
Nightwing glanced at him and seemed to be happy that Ron had brought the topic back. "Bruce thinks so too. No matter who that gentleman is, he must have something in his hands that can make the leaders of various countries fight for it. That's why Gore and the others have rushed to San Diego to discuss how to fight for benefits. And the thing that can interest these people the most is …"
“N7。” Hermione interjected all of a sudden, "The thing that can attract these people's interest the most is military technology. If the Virtual God tries to meddle with the Time Loop, he won't just have the N7 in his hands."
Batman, who had been silent for a long time, finally raised his eyes. "So, World War III doesn't need soldiers."
The world had yet to recover from the pain of World War II. If Nihon leaked military technology on the same level as nuclear weapons, it would be a huge blow to the unstable world, whether or not a real war would break out. And once a real war broke out, it would be far more terrifying than the last one.
The weight of Batman's words weighed down on everyone's hearts.
Hermione and the other juniors might not have as deep an understanding of war as the others, and they didn't understand why World War III would start with just a few words. What she was more eager to know was, "If Nihon is already able to intervene in 1993, does that mean that the Time Ring is being broken? In other words, Harry and Professor Snape succeeded?"
She wasn't the only one who thought of this question. But firstly, Harry hadn't returned, which wasn't a good sign. Secondly, whether it was the mutants or the Mages, none of them had recovered their abilities …
Composing herself, Hermione also thought it through, but she still had hope. "Maybe the message Harry left behind is telling us how to get our abilities back."
Then, they would have to wait until they deciphered the message before discussing it.
Professor X picked up the topic of the meeting again and rearranged the existing teams based on the information brought back from the West Coast. The reorganized X-Men and the newly established X-Factor team were still in charge of security in Greene Town. Captain Rogers led a team of Underground Avengers to sneak into New York to collect information, and Tony Stark led another team of Avengers to be responsible for the transportation of supplies, from drugs to guns, for the next phase of activities that they might face. Although half of DC's main force also participated in the meeting, Batman and Superman generally agreed to Professor X's arrangement out of unity and respect for the elders. But this time, Batman rejected the arrangement to rest and reorganize. "We don't need to rest and recuperate. In fact, my current identity is more suitable to move around in New York than Stark."
On the surface, Bruce Wayne had the identity of a well-known wealthy businessman. More importantly, the entire Batman family's combat power hadn't been weakened in the Time Ring.
Pondering for a moment, Professor X nodded and said, "Then, we'll leave New York to Batman. As for San Diego — we'll be in charge." The old man smiled mischievously. "After all, we have a secret weapon."
The next morning, nearly half of the avengers had left without a sound, and the Bat Cave had been empty since the night before. The Kowalski brothers, who had just arrived, might not have noticed it, but Hermione clearly noticed that there were fewer students left in the manor. They had formed teams and were lurking around the town or on the streets in disguise. Once they received an alarm, they would be able to assemble into a young but highly lethal army. This was thanks to the never-slacking training in the cycle after cycle.
Hermione had once heard a small argument between Professor X and Magneto, and Magneto seemed to be mocking it. "Charles, the children under your wing still end up as underage soldiers." Professor X's eyes were deep, but he was as magnanimous as ever. "I will teach my children not to hurt others, and naturally, I will teach them to protect themselves. Most importantly, I will let them understand the nature of violence before they resist it."
Hermione suspected that the old principal had been thinking about teaching his children how to protect themselves in a potential crisis since the beginning of the cycle.
The Hogwarts didn't have many teammates to begin with, and they all stayed in the manor to try to resolve the information about Oasis. Hermione had already tried her best to write down the biography of Newt Khaman that she could remember, but some of her fragmented memories weren't even as detailed as Rolf's, so they were basically at a loss.
As the person involved, Rolf really wanted to provide some help, but he said, "Granger, I really don't know where this bar is …"
Hermione pondered over the newspaper clippings, photos, and words on the blackboard for a long time, and felt that her mind was getting more and more chaotic. Finally, she rubbed her temples and asked Ron, "You said that Harry used to hum this band's songs. Do you still remember the lyrics?"
No one responded for a long time. When he looked back, the twins and the others were sitting in a row and looking at him. Only Drac was drinking tea with her head lowered. Ron's seat was empty. Scarman, Kowalski, and the Gallegg brothers' brains were stuffed with a few cubic centimeters of space to think. Oh, these two young people are at odds.
Hermione felt a dull pain in the back of her head. She didn't know that these two people could still be at odds at this time of crisis. Should she say that they didn't know what was important or should she praise them for having a good mentality? And there was another thought hanging high in her mind: they should be considered puppy love …
But she still had to find time to solve this problem. At this critical moment, they couldn't affect their unity. Hermione felt that it was easier to negotiate with Ron, so she took advantage of the lunch break to put on her raincoat and planned to find Ron. According to Neville, this kid was hanging out with the X-Factor team when he had nothing to do. Along the way, she asked a few students who were standing on the traffic sentry post and found out that Ron was at the sentry post at the moment.
After two or three days, the sentry post guarding the entrance to Green Town was tightened again. In the woods on both sides of the sentry tower, the X-Factor team set up dozens of tents with military-green waterproof and fireproof cloth. During the shift, they ate and slept here. In addition to carrying their usual weapons, there were two other tents dedicated to storing supplies. Seeing that it was Hermione, Iceman, who was unfortunately sent out to stand guard, put down his right hand on the headset and smiled as he let her into the tent.
The environment in the tent wasn't bad, and there was a stove in the middle, so it wasn't cold or damp. It seemed that half of the camp had gathered in this tent, watching Quicksilver, Pyro, and Li Qianhuan play cards around a short table.
When Hermione took off her raincoat and walked over, she just heard Pyro shouting, "Against Q, I call three." Hey, they were still playing Landlord.
Li Qianhuan looked at the cards in his hand and shook his head.
Quicksilver stared at Pyro's hand under the table for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "You call."
"Three of Clubs!" Pyro slammed a card on the table.
Li Qianhuan: "…"
Quicksilver: "… And then?"
"That's it, I call three!" Pyro said matter-of-factly.
Everyone was stunned.
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