Intelligence Quotient

The girl did not answer, but the results Bai Jing detected had already given him the answer.

This girl had gone dark. (Note 1)

"Why?" Bai Jing asked.

"What do you mean, why?" She was still playing dumb.

"Why refuse to be a decent person and insist on becoming someone else's dog?" Bai Jing asked.

Bai Jing could actually understand people who emigrated. After all, during certain periods, it had simply been impossible to survive back home. If they did not emigrate, they would die.

He could also understand those who emigrated for wealth and glory. After all, very, very few people could resist wealth and glory.

Back then, Bai Jing had not minded working two extra hours just for a hundred-yuan raise.

Just live your own life. No one had the right to say anything about it.

But why join an official American organization, especially one like intelligence agencies, assassins, or the military?

Did they know that once war broke out, their guns would be aimed at the foreheads of their fellow countrymen back home?

The girl's face instantly darkened. Then she pulled a gun from beneath her loose waitress uniform and pressed it against Bai Jing's forehead.

Bai Jing could have dodged, and he could have disarmed her.

But he did nothing. He simply wanted to know why.

"Why does everything need a reason?" She shook her head. "That filthy, disgusting, feudal, backward-looking, primitive, barbaric country—wasn't it only natural to want to leave?"

"Why was a Celestial Empire with five thousand years of civilization considered barbaric, while America, which had existed for barely two hundred years and was built on slaughtering indigenous people, became the representative of civilization?" Bai Jing asked.

"Because it is free, democratic, powerful, and full of hope!" The girl shook her head. "You ask me why, but I should be asking you why! America values you so highly, so why not join them directly? Why resist? By then, wouldn't you have whatever you wanted—money, houses? Even me, if you wanted me, I could give myself to you!"

"Values me highly?" Bai Jing wanted to scratch his head, but the gun against his forehead suddenly pressed harder. "Don't move!"

"Alright, alright." Bai Jing shrugged.

Who would have thought that he had felt spring-like warmth from an enemy like Natasha, yet felt winter-like coldness from this girl before him?

Come to think of it, he did not even know this girl's name.

"By the way, how did you know my whereabouts? When did you start making arrangements? Where did you get this way of thinking? Who taught you? Do you have some organization that contacts each other in private? When did you start working here as a waitress? Did you come specifically for me?" Bai Jing asked.

"Shut up! Are you questioning me, or am I questioning you?" The girl frowned. "Just stay put and don't ruin my chance at citizenship!"

"Oh, catching me can get you citizenship?" Bai Jing was startled, then immediately realized something. "Someone is coming?"

He had just wiped out a Brotherhood base. Of course, he had not killed the women there—mainly because seeing that whole group of curvy women had left him momentarily stunned.

But the Brotherhood had accepted an order to kill him, and they were probably just thugs for hire.

An organization that could recruit international students from China and even promise them citizenship had to be some other organization.

No wonder there were so many people online smearing the Celestial Empire. So it was all organized and disciplined.

And taking that thought further, if this girl failed to get citizenship and then returned home...

The girl stopped talking. She realized that if America valued this man so highly, they really did have a reason.

He was far too smart. She had not even done anything, yet he had seen through her. They had barely exchanged a few words, but he had already deduced so much information.

If she accidentally leaked any more secrets, let alone citizenship, she might not even be able to keep her life.

When the time came for her to be silenced, freedom and democracy would no longer matter.

"Why did you stop talking? Let's chat. What's your name? Where are you from? Does your family know you want American citizenship? Do you know our country respects women? You only need to have one child here, but in America, you'd have to have three, four, five, six, seven, or eight? Do you know the country is developing very well now? It only needs twenty years—no, fifteen years—to surpass America?" Bai Jing asked.

"Keep dreaming. Fifteen years? It won't happen even in a hundred and fifty years!" The girl rolled her eyes at Bai Jing.

Bai Jing was speechless. In his previous life, fifteen years actually might have been possible.

But in this world, there were people like Iron Man, Doctor Strange, Doctor Mysterio, Doctor Doom, and Hulk.

Fifteen years really was a long shot.

But there was nothing left to fear, because this world had him!

It became quiet again.

Bai Jing looked at the girl's slightly trembling hand. A gun weighed about a kilogram, after all. Holding it up like that for so long had to be tiring.

He silently devoured the gun's firing pin and bullets, lightening it a little.

Sure enough, the girl's hand steadied again.

"Still no one? Traffic jam? Or are they too far away? Aren't they coming from Brooklyn?" Bai Jing asked again.

Twenty minutes had already passed. At normal driving speed, they should have covered twenty kilometers by now, right?

"Can you shut up?" The girl aimed the gun at Bai Jing's lower body. "Believe it or not, I'll make sure you never have children with one shot! They only need you alive!"

"Be rational!" Of course Bai Jing could not let her fire. If she did, would that not expose the fact that there was nothing in the gun except its barrel and casing?

"Then be quiet!" Perhaps tired of standing, the girl simply pulled over a chair and sat down beside him.

It seemed this restaurant had problems too. A waitress and a customer had been in a private room for so long, yet no one had come to check on them?

"Can I read?" Bored out of his mind from waiting, Bai Jing asked again.

They were villains. Could they not be a little more efficient?

"No!" The girl shook her head.

"Fine." Bai Jing was speechless, then added, "But I think you should treat me better. Don't forget that I'm someone they value highly. If I agree to join them directly, I'll definitely hold a high position in the future. If I tell them you're not up to standard, wouldn't your citizenship be out of reach?"

The girl froze. Right, that seemed to be true!

"Or I won't say anything bad about you. I'll just say I admire you and have you transferred under me as my secretary. What do you think your future will look like then?" Bai Jing continued.

"Uh..." The girl panicked. This man was indeed handsome, but she wanted to marry a White man. Age did not matter; what mattered was that he understood romance.

Celestial Empire men did not understand romance at all!

"I-I-you..." The more the girl thought about it, the more possibilities filled her mind. What if, after becoming his secretary, he asked her to do this and that? Should she agree, or agree? And if he did not take responsibility afterward, were there many honest White men?

But if she had a child, it would be yellow-skinned. Should she claim it was a genetic mutation?

"So, shouldn't you put the gun down first?" Bai Jing asked.

"Ah, y-yes..." The girl hurriedly lowered the gun.

"Also, I ordered food ages ago. Can you bring it out first?" Bai Jing asked. "I'm starving!"

"Oh, right." The girl stood up and rushed out of the private room.

Bai Jing held his forehead. Was she not even afraid he would run away?

No wonder she had been brainwashed. With that level of intelligence, leaving the Celestial Empire was probably a good thing.

"But getting hungry is a weakness too..." Bai Jing rubbed his stomach. "Why does this black hole only eat for itself? Can't it feed me a little?"

If he chased an enemy in the future and they led him into some desert or out into space, was he supposed to starve to death?

"My black hole can process Black Hole Metal. It should be able to process protein and fat too, right?" Bai Jing suddenly thought.

After all, protein was made up of nothing more than carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and hydrogen. Fat, chlorophyll, and vitamins were roughly the same.

And those elements all existed in the air. With Atomic level processing ability, theoretically, he could fuse them into proteins and fats!

Bai Jing waited for the girl to bring the food while scanning the molecular composition of the dishes and meat, then studying how to make them by hand.

Note 1: A question for the readers