For Liu Kai, counterfeiting a crystal was incredibly easy.

That thing was completely transparent and had no color.

To put it bluntly, it looks like a piece of glass engraved with the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi.

Find any piece of glass and cut it in a spatially displaced manner.

The counterfeit, perfectly matching the size and appearance, is then complete.

The sealed room where the crystals are stored is equipped with devices such as gravity sensors and biometric identification.

There are also many security personnel patrolling the perimeter, so there's no need to worry about that.

The replacement was completed almost instantly under tight high-tech security measures.

However, all 25 slots for this crystal have already been filled.

To assimilate Australian leaders, one more spot needs to be opened up.

Liu Kai also failed to capitalize on Feng Jianxing's success.

Instead, it assimilated another key figure: the Minister of Propaganda of China.

This elderly man, who was in his sixties, never imagined that he had believed in that red star his whole life.

However, within just ten seconds, she "fell in love with someone else" and directly made Liu Kai her ultimate faith.

After being assimilated, he saw Liu Kai suddenly appear in his office.

After the initial surprise subsided, all that remained was a sea of ​​fervor.

Liu Kai didn't say much, only telling him not to make a fuss.

He then quietly removed the person's quota for binding crystals and drifted away.

Time flew by and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Liu Kai has already hinted that he will wait for the delegation at the airport of the Rongcheng Military Region base.

Nobody knew.

He had already made a round trip to Beijing in half an hour, and even took away that incredibly important divination crystal.

The delegation consisted of 12 people, all of whom were unfamiliar faces.

The highest-ranking officer was only a middle-aged senior colonel.

In Liu Kai's view, these people were just random passersby, and there was really no need to talk to them.

Moreover, during this trip to Australia, he was merely a mascot representing strategic deterrence.

Just by standing there, a sense of oppression is created, and Qiu Xingzhou's goal is achieved.

So after boarding the plane, he immediately covered his head and fell asleep, completely ignoring the curious and inquisitive gazes of everyone.

The only thing that bothered him was that the business jet was flying too slowly.

The roaring engine was driving him crazy.

Compared to the quiet and swift folding space, it's like a tractor.

It cruised at subsonic speeds at an altitude of 10,000 meters for a full seven hours before landing at a military base north of Canberra.

Although it was late, the outside world was brightly lit with many lights hanging in the sky.

As soon as the delegation disembarked, a long, bright red carpet stretched all the way to the gangway.

The honor guards, dressed in neat rows and wrapped up tightly on both sides, raised an unidentified long wind instrument and began to play.

As the senior colonel leading the team stepped onto the red carpet, a figure ran up from a distance in the convoy.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Australian President Bilbo Anshor who had come to greet them in person.

He was followed by a group of high-ranking officials, including the Minister of Defense and the Commander-in-Chief of the Army.

They seem to be taking this mission visit very seriously.

Liu Kai rejected the suggestion to go first and lazily followed at the back of the delegation.

As the middle-aged colonel shook hands and chatted warmly with the Australian president, Liu Kai looked with great interest at the honor guards on both sides.

Their cautious manner now seemed somewhat comical, as if they were afraid of playing a wrong note and upsetting the delegation.

Watching them perform so energetically felt like watching monkeys in a circus.

During the conversation, the Australian president's eyes would occasionally drift to Liu Kai, who looked unremarkable at the very back.

The conversation quickly came to an end, and the Australian president announced that dinner was ready and warmly invited the delegation to get into their car.

Upon hearing the words "banquet," Liu Kai finally looked away from the honor guard.

It's not that I'm hungry.

I'm just curious about the state banquets this country uses to entertain diplomatic missions; I wonder to what extent they can be held.

As usual, Liu Kai was at the very back, sitting in an extended bulletproof Mercedes at the rear of the convoy.

The middle-aged colonel dared not order Liu Kai anything, so he could only smile and get into the middle car with the Australian president.

Even though the world is frozen and the winds are howling, proper etiquette must still be observed.

There were six motorcycles leading the way at the front and back, four extended sedans in the middle, and military SUVs carrying armed bodyguards on both sides.

It looks very imposing and impressive.

Even more outrageous was the front of the lead car, with two flags fluttering in the cold wind.

Surprisingly, it was replaced with the red flag of China.

Seeing the other party adopt such a humble attitude, Liu Kai felt even more disdainful.

He has never had a good impression of white pigs.

Not to mention that this wild and untamed South Australia was once a place of exile for criminals.

The former master's body is barely cold, and now they're rushing to submit to their former rival and pay tribute.

As expected, the descendants of criminals are spineless and only fit to be dogs.

However, to be fair, the young female translator sitting next to Liu Kai was quite attractive.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, curvaceous figure, and speaks fluent, standard Mandarin.

It perfectly matches Asian aesthetics.

He originally had no evil intentions; he was simply admiring the beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, Liu Kai's nose was too sensitive, and he smelled the white man's unique body odor that even his perfume couldn't mask.

My interest in appreciating it vanished instantly.

The convoy did not head towards the military base or the official shelter as everyone expected.

Instead, it slowly drove into a vast European-style castle.

According to the accompanying female translator, the castle was originally owned by a slave owner a hundred years ago.

It was later acquired by the president at a high price and turned into a private estate.

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