Sean soaks up the aura with all his might on the CT machine.

Strange materials such as calcium tungstate may be called what kind of stone or jade in the cultivation realm, but here, they can be synthesized by industrial means, a good thing, a great thing.

If there's anything better, it's that you can buy it as long as you have the money.

If there is a better one, it is that after these materials, there is a reasonable theoretical support, how an energy system composed of proton neutron electrons collides and combines with another energy system with a different number of proportions, how to compromise and compromise, and how to break up violently under external pressure.

For those who have a lot of formation building and material refining knowledge in the sea of knowledge, the fun of the new world often lies in this, complementing each other.

…...

Dozens of kilometers away in Orange County, in the dark of night, a black sedan slowly galloped into the doorway, stopped, turned off, the door opened, Obama looked at a pair of white eyes and said hello.

The latter almost shot him, but recognized him anyway.

"Mr. Lawyer, the boss is waiting for you."

"Okay!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Obama was still dressed in a black striped power suit and held a shiny black briefcase in his hand.

It's a bit too much, but in order to make people feel like he's really beautiful in black, Obama still insists on using black as much as possible.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the toothpaste he used black bamboo charcoal, as evidenced by the video.

There's only one reason, he's going to be in politics a few years later, and that's all the lace messages that appeal to black voters, and the irrational ones are usually emotional, and they'll vote for you because you like a brand, and they'll turn to your opponent because of a gesture you've made.

If you want to be a politician, you have to be rigorous enough.

If you want to go smoothly in life, you have to learn to operate.

Of course, you have to have money!

He gently pushed the door open, didn't have time to pay attention to the two bodyguards standing guard by the door, and went straight into the hallway.

This is Area A, a two-story villa on the outskirts of Greater Los Angeles' Orange County, one of the many shelters Amrath has prepared for himself.

Mr. Obama came after receiving the call, he was Amras's lawyer, helping with all the legal matters, and it was clear that today was the time for him to sell his strength.

It was not a pleasant thing to drive here in the middle of the night, but in the face of a large sum of money, it was all overcome, and he was confident that if it hadn't been for something serious, Amrath would not have invited him here, and he would not have been so polite on the phone.

He knocked twice, heard the inside say come in, pushed the door open, and there was only a small light on inside, and the smoke was filled, as if he had gone back to the sixties.

Amrath sat in a leather chair smoking a cigarette, shirtless, with a bandage on his shoulder, and a bottle of whiskey and a gun on the side of the bottle.

"You're hurt?" Obama asked, surprised.

"Hmm!" Amrath reached for the bottle and poured himself two sips, "Minor injury, can't die!" ”

"Seems serious?"

Obama sat in a chair across from Amrath, and the relationship between the two was one of interdependence.

Obama needs a lot of business and rewards from Amras, and Amrath needs a competent lawyer to help with the troubles he will face.

In fact, the two have been working together for two years, and they have a similar smell.

Amrath sighed, "You don't know? ”

"I don't know, no one told me what happened, what went wrong?" Obama asked very directly, lawyers, only need to be accountable to the client, not the law, truth and justice are not important.

Amrath knew this too, and he put his cigar down, closed his eyes, and thought back to what had happened before, a look of horror on his face.

"I only know what to do, what happened?" Obama asked again.

"Tonight, everything was normal," Amrath said slowly, leaning back in his chair and pressing his hand on the wound on his shoulder, "I'm in a nightclub, just like usual." ... Later—" He paused.

"Later?" Obama leaned in and asked intently.

"Some people say that someone from the Gigi gang made trouble and shot them,... I guess what's wrong with the Gigi Gang, I'm just right after they're done... Later..."

"Later?" Obama nodded, focused.

"Later, they told me that the guy was terrible and had injured dozens of people. I think the Gigi Gang are all rubbish, so I'm just going to let them get killed this time. Gigi was there at the time, and he went over to see what was going on. Later..."

"Later?" Obama nodded, still focused.

"Later, I was told that the incident was a bit big, that hundreds of people had been injured over there, and that the Tutu Gang had also been attacked. Tim also passed, and they asked me for help, so I sent someone over to check on the situation... Later..."

"Later?" Obama nodded, continuing to focus.

"Later, when I saw that it was very serious, I immediately asked people to send all the guests away... But..."

"Later?" Obama nodded, unwavering focused.

"Yes, yes!" Amrath interrupted him impatiently, I said later, you also follow the later, when I have no brains?

"Well, not later, yes. But? ”

Obama nodded, disapproving, that is, habitually following, but it can be seen that Amrath is in a bad mood.

"But what? It was right to remove the guests, and we discussed that the guests could not have an accident. "The head is slightly nod, the expression is still focused, such actions and expressions help the customer to confide, and there is a weak hypnotic effect.

"But, something happened." Amrath shook his body, his chair creaked softly, and he smiled wryly, "There was a terrible tremor, the guests had just started to evacuate, and there were many people who didn't pay, but the power went out. ”

"Bill evasion? Gee! ”

Obama shook his head with emotion, it was strange that a bunch of black-skinned thugs could stay and pay when the power went out.

"It's not this, it's Lou shaking! There is a terrible singing! Amrath suddenly clasped his ears, "Oh my God, it's still in my head!" ”

Obama was surprised when he saw Amrath's expression: "The building is shaking, and there is music?" Are these two things related? ”

"Yes! It definitely has a relationship! Amrath shook his head vigorously, "But I don't know why, now the building has collapsed, many people are injured, I don't know who they are, hundreds, many people can't be contacted!" Obama, you have to help me, or we're all going to be finished! ”

By the end of the day, Amrath's eyes were already staring straight at the lawyer, and if it was a threat, it was a real fear.

Obama paused, he had already been mentally prepared, in fact, the two were indeed in the same boat, and the name of this ship was not friendship, but interests.

"Calm, Amrath, I'm excited, I know where we're in. You're relaxed now, you're still alive, aren't you? ”

Amrath looked at Obama and suddenly exhaled: "Yes, alive ..."

"Let's analyze your predicament now." Obama said in a gentle voice, gently stroking his chin, "Someone sneaked up on the Gigi gang tonight, and then the Tutu gang. How much firepower was used? ”

"Pistols ... And grenades. ”

"The pistol is fine, the grenade is a bit troublesome..."Obama shook his head, secretly rejoicing in his heart, the more serious the situation, the more touching he will be rewarded.

"It's us who are being attacked."

"The police don't care about that." Obama is familiar with that, "I guess the streets are full of evidence, right?" Will they say that the three of you are on fire? ”

"I said the building was down!"

"Oh, the building is down... What's inside? ”

"A lot!" Amrath said in frustration, suddenly agitated, "Oh my God, what I want to know is, can you get the police not to go in and search... Now the building is open like a public toilet! everywhere! ”

Obama also knows how big things are, a dilapidated building is full of contraband, you say that the police can pretend not to see, it's too late to be happy... Uh, no!

"It may not be as serious as you think!" "I know those people, they're more afraid than we are of the media knowing that there are so many things in this building, and the media will grab their hair and swell their faces and ask what they did before!" There are so many strange things hidden in such a famous place, why not check it out! I will ask them if all the taxes they have paid over the years have been fed to the dogs! ”

As soon as Obama's words fell, Amrath immediately became energetic: "Really? ”

"Absolutely!" Obama is confident, "It's outsiders like the FBI who have always been at odds with the state police!" ”

"Fake, what you said is the same as what you didn't!"

"How much can it really relate to you?" Obama asked carefully, "Did you leave any fingerprints there?" ”

"I don't know—" Amrath shook his head.

Integrating what Amrath said, Obama has been able to sort out the facts.

The three gangs were attacked by the enemy in turn, and in the end, there were countless casualties, and the streets were full of traces of fighting, and the building of the Kingway nightclub collapsed for unknown reasons, and the gangsters of Midley Street suffered huge losses.

The underworld of Los Angeles is likely to take a big bath.

Wolves are around!

Obama sighed, the problem is really big, he absolutely can't stop the police from entering a building that has fallen out inexplicably to find something, there are many such things, the police only need to bring a trained dog, they can find a lot of illegal objects in it, and then there is a more legitimate search operation.

Not to mention that there were so many thugs who were wounded and fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with bullets and blood, and sooner or later it would involve Amrath.

How?