Where the hell has Jason gone, who are the mysterious men who have suddenly appeared, and will they reappear in the city of District 1 next?

Announce the results of this battle to the outside world.

"Can you tell me if Jason is dead or not?" The three of Kos had now walked out of the sewers, and the three of them walked together on the way to the government building.

"It's hard to answer, who is the man who came up at the end? Have you seen that?" Pierke looked at Kos and H, but both of them had confused expressions on their faces, and it was clear that he was asking nonsense.

On the border of the battle, there are quite a few people dealing with the soldiers stationed on the border that Jason killed, and such a big movement has certainly attracted a lot of media attention. One by one, they crowded the cordon on the border, with microphones in their hands and a photographer next to them, all wanting to report on this major news and make this report their scoop.

The wreckage of the plane and tank was marked at the scene, and the media were not stupid, they knew how much strength the First District used against the Flame Men this time. But now, the government officials still haven't given a definite answer, which is enough to prove how small these government soldiers are under the noses of the flame people. Some of the citizens of the First Ward, who supported the government in support of justice, lost hope in the government behind them, which paid taxes every year. And so in exchange for fear.

These citizens knew that the Flame Man had not died in this battle, and they did not know when they would return to continue to cause panic. Even the army can't deal with the Flame People, they can't do anything, so they can only continue to live in the first district with a panic mentality. Because they don't know what night the Flame Man will appear next and who will kill him.

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"Whew......" H sat on the swivel chair in the conference room, let out a long sigh of relief, and held his forehead in distress. In this conference room, of course, there are also high-ranking officials of the first district.

"Jason isn't dead, is he?" one of the senior officials asked boldly when he saw H's distressed look. H didn't want to hide anything from them, and nodded slowly.

"And where is he?" another senior official continued.

H held his forehead in distress, and his tone was a little disgusted and irritated, "Don't ask again, no one knows where he went, and no one knows if he will come back." ”

"Knock knock. ”

At this time, when H was irritable, the door of the conference room was knocked softly a few times, which was an insult to H. Everyone knows that during a meeting, no matter how big it is, it is impossible to disturb the meeting!

"Knock knock. ”

There was another knock at the door, the expression on H's face was extremely ugly, and his fingertips pointed at the door, "If it's not something particularly important, can you get out of here?"

"Mr. H, the leaders of the West Side want to meet with you. ”

It was a woman in government uniforms who knew that they were not allowed to disturb the meeting they were having under such circumstances. But this time it was a big deal, the leader of the West End, Wyatye!

"What is he doing here?" H muttered inwardly, and in an instant the previous irritation and disgust on his face vanished without a trace. Then he looked at the female staff at the gate, "Please take him to my office first, I'll come later." ”

"Yes. The female staff member politely responded to H, then softly closed the door and exited the conference room.

"What are you going to do next? Do you want to deal with Jason?" asked Kos.

H kept sighing, and his complicated expression showed how complicated his mood was at the moment. Then he glanced at Pilke and said, "Pilke, you have a presentation and say that Jason is not dead and that he may come back." ”

Pierke knew H's inner thoughts, but Pierke's understanding did not mean that the other participants present knew H's thoughts. As soon as they heard that H had made such a decision, they exchanged ears, and the originally serious conference room suddenly became noisy.

"I don't think it's a good decision for us because we can't tell the truth to the citizens of District 1. ”

"Mr. H, do you want our government to decline in the position of District 1? Do you want the citizens of District 1 to lose confidence in us and tell them that our government will not be able to protect them at all when it is critical?"

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Some of the other participants in the conference room began to talk, and they all spoke in unison, saying to H that there was only one purpose: they couldn't tell the outside world the truth that Jason was still alive!

"Then what do you have to do?" H said in a rhetorical tone, looking around at those who opposed his approach. But as soon as H's words came out, the parliamentarians who had been talking about each other calmed down and were speechless.

H patted the table lightly, looking like he swore an oath, "We can't deal with Jason in the first place, there are more people behind him who can use special abilities to protect him, if it weren't for that, he would have become a nest with the rats in the sewers! You'd rather let our people live under our lies, and when Jason reappears, we won't be able to deal with it, and then our lies will be self-defeating! Even if the lies we told to the citizens of District 1 were well-intentioned!" Let them live under our lies, it is better to let them protect themselves and come again!"

H said such a long paragraph, the purpose is obvious, that is, to let the people of District 1 protect themselves. In front of Jason, the government couldn't help at all, and was even a little caught off guard!

"It's not a good idea. "There are still some high-ranking officials who have ideas about the country, and they are still sticking to their ideas, and although there are fewer and fewer voices of opposition, H's approach still cannot be supported by everyone in the room present.

"Whether my approach is good or not, as long as you can come up with an idea that is better than mine, I will consider it. H asked rhetorically again, looking around at all the people in the room, looking at them.

The faces of these high-ranking officials fell into confusion again, and they couldn't make up their minds one by one. This fully proves that when it comes to the critical time, these people can only talk about it~ There is a sentence called "Medium is useless", and this is what I want to describe.

H's words have already been spoken for a while, and the other high-ranking officials below are no one who can come up with more useful ideas than H first. H didn't want to dwell on the topic either, given that Wyatt had already come to his government building in person, he had to go and receive him, and he couldn't wait too long.

"That's it for now, Pirke, do as I say, and if you run into Jason or Jason and make trouble again, notify everyone in District 1 immediately!"

After that, H gave all the burden on his body to Pierke, but Pierke didn't feel anything heavy, after all, he was a little thick-skinned and didn't feel anything uncomfortable.

Walking out of the conference room and returning to his office, H reluctantly suppressed the misfortune he suffered last night and the negative impact of his emotions in his heart. With a kind smile on his face, he pushed open the office door and saw Wyatt waiting for him.

Wyatt was wearing a civilian outfit at the moment, and there was only a pair of sunglasses on his body, and he didn't know where to pay attention. It can also be found that Wyatt also secretly left his country and came to the First District.

"Why are you here? Don't you shout hello to me in advance?" H kindly stepped forward and shook Wyatt's hand, "Look at you, don't tell me in advance, I'm not ready for anything!"

Wyatt, like H, didn't take this bit of etiquette seriously, and waved his hand, "Hey, isn't that right?

"Come, come, sit, sit..."H took Wyatt and politely invited Wyatt to sit at his desk, "I don't know if you have anything important to do this time?"

"Uh..."H spoke frankly like this, to tell the truth, so that Wyatt was a little uncomfortable, and he was a little stuck, "I came, in fact, I want to ask you, you fought the devil last night, right?"

Wyatt was very careful about his tone, and he was quite concerned about the accuracy of his tone, because the slightest inattention could affect the relationship between the two countries.

H didn't hide the truth from Wyatt, and answered Wyatt's question with a difficult nod.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Wyatt asked, with a sad look on his face, "Is that devil not even able to deal with the VK virus?"

Wyatt expected it all because he saw people on the street when he arrived in the 1st district. The panic and the large number of troops patrolling the streets presented him with a completely tense atmosphere.

"Alas......" A trace of sadness crossed his face at the mention of this, "In front of that devil, he can easily tease the person who has been injected with the VK virus, and his skills are very athletic." But ......"