Looking at the gray-haired man before him, Meadows trembled all over, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
As the central figure who had helped all manner of Western celebrities and politicians sexually assault underage girls on a massive scale, Epstein had already been "suicided" in prison.
His death was inextricably tied to the current president, several former presidents, and a great many top-tier celebrities.
Even Stephen Hawking had once boarded Epstein's yacht in a wheelchair. The sheer breadth of this man's connections and the depth of his associations were simply staggering.
Even Prince Andrew of the British royal family had visited Epstein's Lolita Island and received some pleasurable services.
That was also why he had been so swiftly "suicided" after public outrage erupted.
And now, this "person" before him looked exactly like Epstein. Even his clothes and voice were identical, as though Epstein had crawled out of the hell where he had been strangled to death!
"W-What kind of technology is this? A liquid-metal robot?" Meadows instantly recalled the movie The Terminator he had watched in his youth. The terrifying liquid-metal robot in it was practically identical to the thing before him.
"No, dear Private Meadows, your imagination needs to roam a little further." The "Epstein" before him instantly changed back into the appearance of intern Lewinsky, placed a finger against Meadows's lips, and shook her head with a soft laugh.
The next instant, her face melted like a candle once more, then swiftly transformed into another face.
The moment he saw that face, Meadows's pupils dilated sharply, and he nearly cried out.
The face that appeared before him was actually his own!
The other party had turned into him!
It was a perfect replica, down to even the tiny hairs on his face.
Meadows had also clearly