This moment.
At the same time, in a secret manor deep in Washington, a handsome young man was playing golf on his huge lawn.
Immediately afterwards.
Swing out with one shot, passing along a graceful curve.
ball……
Steady in the hole!
"Good shot! Good shot!"
"Mr. Bernoulli is awesome!" The attendants who were serving on the side clapped their hands and applauded, their flattering was indispensable at this time.
However, the young man just squinted his eyes for a while, smiled faintly, and then closed the shot.
He took a handkerchief and wiped his hands while sitting under the parasol, and the attendants who saw this came running over to serve him.
"What's going on in Los Angeles, is there any news these two days?"
"Back to Mr. Bernoulli, everything is fine, but..."
The attendant's expression hesitated slightly, and Mr. Bernoulli's eyes could see the hesitation in the sentence.