This almost ridiculous idea just popped into Anna's mind, and it never lingered.

The performance created by the supernatural power needs to be recognized by the trick.

But what about after that? If there really is an interesting monster who recognizes this performance, what will happen to the supernatural power after that?

Not to mention......

"Where am I going to find you a trick to applaud you?" Anna muttered to herself, and then found Smith holding her computer, waiting for her next step.

Anna didn't want to ask anything else, so she wrote on the paper, "You remember to keep someone here, contact at any time, and continue to keep it secret." ”

Smith nodded when he saw it.

But while Smith nodded.

He didn't notice that a subordinate shook his head in his heart.

The driver, who had just opened the car door and vomited on the ground, squinted his eyes to see everything that was happening in front of him.

"Okay, you're a Smith, you actually hide the situation and don't report it, it's clear that you can get in......"

Naturally, this policeman was pretending to be drunk, and he pretended to be very similar.

While Smith was calling other subordinates to arrange a rotation, the installed ghost quietly sent a text message:

"Smith can go in here, he deliberately concealed the situation, and there are other tricksters inside!"

The police also have to occupy the top of the mountain.

Smith's weak appearance can't really convince the people below.

What's more, his ability can't deal with the living, and the people below are more likely to have other thoughts.

So when a stronger trickster comes to the door and coerces and lures, he naturally changes sides.

And in the nearest metropolis, Ji Shanluo, the real boss of this policeman, also received a text message.

In a sprawling golf course.

On the slightly undulating lawn on the ground, a white ball slowly rolled to a position just two or three centimeters away from the hole.

"It's a little bit worse...... About ten meters away, stood a young man in a white sweatshirt, his face was handsome, and even when he was wearing sunglasses, he exuded deadly beauty.

He adjusted his position, his arm drooped, raised the golf club in his hand slightly, and charged the last blow to the hole.

Buzzing.

The phone vibrates.

And at this time, he also made a shot.

The force was a little stronger, and the golf ball bounced off the edge of the hole, jumped out again, and finally got farther away from the hole.

There was no trace of dissatisfaction on the man's face, but he took off his sunglasses and inserted them in his chest pocket, and took out a satellite phone from his trouser pocket.

"Hey, it's actually that Smith's news, it's really a coward, I didn't misunderstand him at all."

The man turned around and snapped his fingers, and several young women who were on the sidelines immediately trotted over.

One was holding a golf club for the man, while the other was holding a tablet and waiting for the man's instructions.

The man reported where Smith was, "Arrange for a plane to go as fast as possible." ”

"Okay, the helicopter is already on its way to the golf course." The woman quickly added the schedule on the tablet, "I've arranged for a Gulfstream to be ready immediately, and I expect to be there for Smith within an hour." ”

After making arrangements, the schedule secretary asked, "Do you need to contact the headquarters first?" ”

The man laughed disdainfully, "There's no need, I'll just go over in person, Smith won't dare to say anything." ”

Neither of the female secretaries made any further suggestions.

With the money and power of the trickster, any efficiency is high.

As the schedule secretary had predicted, an hour later, the man had reached the cordon on the outskirts of the downtown town through a seamless helicopter-private jet-helicopter connection.

Not long ago, Anna had just told her not to run around, and Smith really stayed in the outer duty room. He was sipping instant coffee while still pondering.

"Why did I listen to what she said?" A dignified official member of Interpol's North American headquarters, who is also a leading task among the tricksters, how can he be dominated by a strange trickster? "It's definitely not because I'm afraid of her, how can I be afraid of her, and it's impossible for her to run out and beat me."

Smith pouted, looking disgusted, and threw the paper cup out of his hand. "Is this broken coffee a human drink?"

There was a buzzing sound, and the makeshift setting began to shake rhythmically.

"Earthquake?" Smith was so frightened that he didn't even take his hat and hurriedly ran out of the board room.

I saw the wind and sand whirring on the board house and the police car, driving the two to shake constantly, but the ground was very stable.

Smith saw clearly that a helicopter was flying in the sky, but there was no sign of headquarters.

"Hurry up!" Smith kicked his subordinates who were still asleep in the police car, "Someone is coming, alert!" ”

The policemen were still stunned, hurriedly pulled out their pistols, and circled in place, not knowing who to aim at.

And the helicopter landed almost near the makeshift duty room, almost scraping the board room away. The hatch opened, and a handsome man in a crisp suit, high-end sunglasses, and a combed hair strode down while buttoning his upper body.

"This ...... Is this Chris? Smith's eyes were about to pop out, "Why is he here?" ”

It's no wonder that Smith was surprised, but this man is quite famous at the North American headquarters. The first group of tricksters are said to have mastered two tricks, but it is never clear which two tricks they are. I only know that this person has solved many A-class supernatural incidents and has never missed.

And the supernatural events in the downtown town were actually only rated B-level. There are too many towns like this in Calmei, and they can't be taken seriously at all, and if they die, they will die, and they will spread out.

Chris directly ignored the muzzle of the group of petty cops, these things couldn't hurt him at all.

As for Smith, he didn't care even more.

didn't even say hello, just walked directly in front of this timid colleague and said condescendingly:

"I heard that you have a hard time solving this supernatural incident, so come over and see, is there any latest situation?"

Smith didn't know that he had a ghost under him, but he just thought that Chris wanted to get a piece of the pie.

It's not just the Asian headquarters that has the "Captain Program".

The North American headquarters has similar plans, but under a different name.

"This place is not very harmful, although it is only B-level, but if you take the initiative to support and solve the incident, it is also a big plus in the headquarters......

Smith quickly guessed the purpose of Chris's trip, but unfortunately he was wrong.

Chris didn't care about any bad plans at the North American headquarters, he only cared about his own good.