In Princeton, all government officials are dealing with numerous reporters and angry citizen representatives.
"Mr. Mayor, do you agree with what the President said that this poison gas outbreak was a conspiracy by the Russian state?"
"Mr. Mayor, will the city government be responsible for the casualties in this incident?"
"Mr. Mayor, when will the urban reconstruction plan you just mentioned be actually implemented?"
"Mr. Mayor, do you have anything to say about the international criticism of our country's biochemical experiments and the slander that backfires on us?"
The mayor looked at the reporters in front of him who were looking at him with eager and excited eyes. He wanted to strangle them all to death, but he still patiently pretended to be sad and answered each question.
The sadness is real. Forget about being re-elected next year. The future mayoral candidates will drag him out and whip him to get votes.
There was no way. Originally, these reporters who were making things difficult and had backgrounds should all go towards the president. At most, a few of them would go to the governor.
But I didn’t expect that since the Princeton gas incident broke out yesterday, the president and Ma’s death. Yes, he has not appeared in front of the public all day long. The governor also appointed gay African-Americans with gender-related disabilities. It is extremely correct, but there is no such thing.
How many reporters dared to appear in front of him.
Naturally, the artillery fire focused on this hapless mayor.
In fact, he had no feelings about this poison gas incident. The FBI immediately moved him and his family outside the city while he was sleeping. From the beginning to the end, he didn't see any bullshit poison gas.
Alas, there is no way, this is politics, I want to ruin my great political career for a bunch of damned unruly people!
The mayor looked at the citizens who gathered below and continued to protest, trying hard to hide the coldness in his heart.
Invisible to him, deep in his soul, a more hidden black magic power continues to grow.
On the top of the building not far from the city center, Tam solemnly handed the small box in his hand to Schaffer beside him and said:
"The dragon scales and dragon blood we collected here are all inside. You must help us hand them over to that senior. We can't afford to offend a master."
Schaffer took the suitcase and nodded without saying anything else.
The two of them had their own concerns and had no time to talk. They said goodbye casually and left.
The Princeton incident has come to an end.
At the same time, the capital of Don City, the White House.
The president stood in front of the long table, looked angrily at the two men in black standing in front of him, threw the documents in his hands on the table, and said sternly:
"How did you promise us back then?! What are you doing now? If you don't want to do it, get out! There is no place for you on this planet anymore!"
One of the men in black looked up calmly, leaned forward and wanted to say something, but was stopped by his companion who stretched out his hand.
Another man in black spoke:
"It's just some mortals who died. Why should Mr. President be angry? Our Lord Bishop personally asked me to bring this gift to you. After all, cooperation is a major event between us and your country. How can we be affected for the sake of some mortals?"
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, took out a gorgeous and simple box, opened it gently, and twenty-six emerald green shining orbs bloomed with light.
The president looked at the many orbs in the box, and the anger on his face faded a lot. These jade crystals are all priceless treasures on the market. Even a master-level powerhouse would have a hard time getting one. It's filthy.
The fact that the church has given so much at once can indeed show its sincerity.
The President calmly took the treasure box containing the Royal Crystal, and after using his mental strength to confirm that there was nothing wrong with it, he couldn't help but feel excited.
If there are so many, he is qualified to sit down with the oligarchs and discuss how to distribute them.
The president fell into fantasy time for a moment, but when he immediately realized that this was not what he was thinking about, he nodded to the man in black who looked at him with a half-smile. He did not say more official words, but said frankly:
"Of course our cooperation with your religion cannot be shaken by these small things, but you should be glad that this incident happened in a small town like Princeton. We still don't want something like this to happen again."
"Please rest assured that we will never let something like this affect our friendship happen again, but since the gift has been delivered, we won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, the two men in black disappeared directly from the White House, leaving the president sitting on a chair looking at the many royal crystals in front of him. The eagerness in his eyes disappeared completely in an instant. He knocked on the table, and the two
A man in strange clothes came in from the door.
The president closed the box and handed it to one of the people, asking him to take it down to find someone to check it again. He waved to the other person to come to him.
"Tell me, what do those damn oligarchs think? Can this filthy church be touched? I'm just afraid that if you have your life to take this treasure, you won't be able to use it."
The people around him didn't answer his words. The oligarch president could say it, but of course he couldn't.
Fortunately, the president didn't pay too much attention. He changed the topic and said:
"Have you found the master there at Princeton?"
The person next to him shook his head and said:
"According to the textile machine inspection, there are 13 masters in the United States, 15 in Europe, China... none of the 84 masters in the world are likely to appear in Princeton."
"Then there is only one possibility. This uncle is also from there. My God, is that wall fake?"
The president knocked on the table in annoyance. It took him a long time to make up his mind and said to the people on the side:
"Tell the Bureau of Investigation that everyone in Princeton should evacuate. There is no need to get involved in this mess."
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FBI, Special Crimes Lockup.
The director received the news and looked at the old man sitting across from the chess game.
The old man's attention was not on the director at all. He carefully looked at the chessboard in front of him, clapped his hands, and laughed: "The second son kills the king, checkmate!"
The director's mind was no longer on the chess game in front of him. He pointed at the chess pieces on the chess board and said meaningfully:
"The two chess pieces cooperate with each other and attack the king with a knife. The king cannot bear it. Without the king, the other chess pieces cannot survive alone."
The old man ignored the director. He took the lit cigar from the secretary's hand and started smoking it comfortably.
Just when the director thought he couldn't get the information he wanted again and was about to leave, he heard the old man's voice coming from behind him:
"Yesterday, you guys couldn't beat that filthy guy from Princeton. If you offer me a price that satisfies me, I can help you take a look."
Great. The director clenched his fists and couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.
The Bureau of Investigation had to pay a huge price to keep this old man under their control, and his strength was so terrifying that even the most powerful masters in the United States could not suppress him.
In the end, some special means were used to take him into the investigation bureau.
The director quickly put these bad memories behind him and began to bargain with the old man. This chapter has been completed!