Chapter 800

"I also know that you will eventually kill Emon, become the new sarnaga, save the whole universe, and become a God from the queen." Fang Ze shook the water in the glass and said.

"I'll kill Emon, but it's better to be a God." The queen of blade shook her head and said she didn't believe what Fang Ze said.

After all, even a powerful Queen of the universe will not believe it when she is suddenly told that she will become the creator.

"Then let's make a bet." Fang Ze said, "when you go back, don't worry about choosing the gifts you want to give me. You can wait until you really become a God in the future. Then give me what I want according to my requirements."

"What do you want?" The queen of blade didn't worry about whether what Fang Ze said was true. But want to know what Fang Ze wants.

In this gamble, she had to pay a price if she lost, but Fang Ze didn't have to pay anything. After all, the queen of blade can't run back to find Fang Ze to stop it.

"I want to ask a question first." Fang Ze didn't immediately say his requirements, but asked the queen of the blade, "do you have mature civilian and military nuclear fusion reactor technology?"

"Yes." Before becoming the queen of Zerg, the queen of blade was an agent of Terrans, and she was very familiar with Terran technology. "However, as a technology that is about to be eliminated, nuclear fusion is now basically used in weapons. If you want reactors and related technologies, I have to work hard to find them."

"Eliminated! Why?"

"Every technological development of civilization has high requirements for energy, and nuclear fusion reaction is still very useful in civilizations that are just able to carry out interstellar travel. But for civilizations that have mastered the technology of interstellar navigation across galaxies, the amount of energy produced by this technology is a little insufficient."

Sure enough, the development of civilization is extremely cruel.

The ultimate energy in the dream of earthlings is already quite backward technology in front of higher civilizations.

Just like when humans in the steam age are pursuing how to use coal to burn the most energy, humans in the electrical age have begun to gradually prepare to eliminate this inefficient and polluting way of energy acquisition.

"My bet is very simple. If you really become a new God in the end, I hope the gift you give me can be this kind of technology and material object that has been quickly eliminated by your human beings."

"This bet sounds really simple. I can finish it even if I don't become a God." After hearing Fang Ze's bet, the queen of blade suddenly believed Fang Ze's statement.

Because Fang Ze put forward this request, there is no gambler psychology at all, and he is completely ready to get the most useful things for himself.

"Then this unfair bet is established." The queen of blade didn't refuse Fang Ze's request. Her mentality was no different from that of a rich woman who casually threw tens of thousands of rewards to handsome men who had eyes for him when watching the live broadcast. She was just buying a mood.

At this time, the dishes in Chinese restaurants are also served one after another.

Compared with Fang Ze's rude eating appearance, the queen of the blade's eating posture is very elegant, although she is basically five or six times faster than Fang Ze's eating speed, which really shocked others.

At this time, two people came to the table next to them, a white man and an Asian woman.

The foreign student surnamed Qiao who had served Fang Ze before ran over warmly and asked the white man what he wanted to eat in English.

"I want to eat this and this." The white male was obviously a native of New York, but he answered the words of the foreign student surnamed Qiao in Chinese, which made the foreign student surnamed Qiao almost think that it was Fang Ze who he served.

The white man was obviously used to the trouble caused by his proficiency in Chinese. He said, turning over the menu and asking the waiter whether a dish was spicy.

"This is not very spicy. It's very suitable for westerners." Although the foreign students did not know what happened to the white man's fluent Chinese, they also used Chinese to answer in order to avoid following Fang Ze's example last time.

"This is not spicy. I don't want to eat it." When the white man heard that the dish was not spicy, he immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't eat spicy food."

"It seems that people of your own nation are not the only ones speaking Chinese now." With her elegant posture, the queen of blade solved the food that most people can't eat so quickly in a short time, but she didn't make any comment on these delicacies.

"Everything has a process of development. As long as we see whether he is making progress all the time, we can judge whether he can succeed in the end." Fang Ze called the waiter to pay the bill, but he was embarrassed to find that the little cash he asked Wang Cheng for before he left seemed unable to pay the expensive bill of the Chinese restaurant.

For credit cards, although he has a credit card that can be consumed abroad, he really didn't think he needed to have a Chinese meal in New York before coming to New York, so he didn't bring a credit card.

"Did you forget your money or your wallet was stolen?" The worker surnamed Qiao, who had just finished serving the table next to him, looked back and found Fang Ze's hand, which only grabbed a few scattered us dollars. He guessed maliciously.

"Joe." The Chinese colleague surnamed Qiao, an overseas student, stared at Qiao, and then continued to stand there waiting for Fang Ze to pay. He was not in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, can I make a call?" Fang Ze was really not afraid of having no money to pay the bill in New York, so he took out his mobile phone and said to the waiter.

"Yes, sir. When will you be ready to pay, and when will you call us back?" The Chinese waiter said that and left, but the worker surnamed Qiao stayed where he was, looked at Fang Ze and said, "it's estimated that you are also a person who doesn't know how to sneak into the United States to make a living. You don't even have to pay for a meal, just pretending to force in front of me.

I tell you, people like you will be repatriated by the Immigration Bureau sooner or later, and I will stay here all my life. "

"Although your wish is very bad, everyone has his own ambition. I'm too lazy to scold you." Fang Zeyou replied to the overseas student surnamed Qiao, and then took out his phone and called an American officer who was responsible for their trip in New York.

Twenty minutes later, when the Chinese waiter came again to ask Fang Ze if he was ready to check out, and the overseas student surnamed Qiao was preparing to call the police, the door of the Chinese restaurant was pushed open.

Several heavily armed American soldiers accompanied an officer into the room, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.