In Princeton, the entire government is dealing with a multitude of long-barreled journalists and angry citizen representatives.

"Mr. Mayor, do you agree with what Mr. President said that this gas outbreak is a conspiracy of the Rus' country?"

"Mr. Mayor, will the city government be responsible for the casualties in this incident?"

"Mr. Mayor, when will the urban renewal plan you just mentioned be implemented?"

"Mr. Mayor, do you have anything to say about the international criticism of China's biochemical experiments and the slander against itself?"

The mayor looked at the reporters in front of him who were looking at him with eager and excited eyes, and he wanted to strangle them all, but he still patiently pretended to be sad and answered the questions one by one.

The grief is real, don't think about next year's re-election, and the future mayoral candidates will pull him out and whip him in order to canvass for votes.

There is no way, originally these reporters with difficulties and backgrounds should have gone to the president, and at most a few were left to go to the governor.

But I didn't expect that since the outbreak of the Princeton gas incident yesterday, the president has died with *Ma, yes, he has not appeared in front of the public all day, and the governor is a gay and African-American gender disability, which is extremely correct, but not many reporters dare to appear in front of him.

Naturally, the artillery fire was focused on him, the hapless mayor.

In fact, he didn't feel anything about this poison gas incident, and the FBI people immediately moved him and his family out of the city in their sleep, and he didn't see any bullshit poison gas from beginning to end.

Alas, there is no way, this is politics, I am going to bury my great political career for a group of damned people!

The mayor looked at the citizens who had gathered below to protest and tried to hide the coldness in his heart.

In the depths of his soul, which he could not see, a more hidden black magic was constantly growing. 、

At the top of the building not far from the city center, Tammu solemnly handed the small box in his hand to Shaffer beside him, and said:

"The dragon scales and dragon blood we have collected here are all in it, you must help us hand them over to that senior, we can't afford to offend a master."

Shaffer took the suitcase, didn't say anything more, and nodded.

The two of them had their own concerns, and they didn't have time to talk much, so they casually said goodbye and left.

The Princeton City affair has come to an end.

At the same time, the capital of Don, the White House.

The president stood at the long table, looked angrily at the two men in black standing in front of him, threw the documents in his hand on the table, and said sharply:

"How did you promise us?! How do you do it now? If you don't want to do it, get out of here! There's no place on this planet for you! ”

One of the men in black calmly looked up, leaned over to say something, but was stopped by his companion reaching out for something.

Another man in black spoke:

"It's just that some mortals have died, so why should Mr. President be angry? Our Bishop has personally instructed me to bring you this gift, and cooperation is, after all, a matter of great importance between us and your country, how can it be affected for the sake of some mortals? ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, took out a gorgeous and simple box, and opened it gently, and twenty-six emerald green and shining orbs bloomed brightly.

The president looked at the many orbs in the box, and the anger on his face subsided a lot, so many jade emperor crystals are priceless and peerless treasures, even if a master-level powerhouse wants to get one, it is indeed possible to show sincerity if the Filthy Church takes out so many at once.

The president quietly took the treasure box containing the imperial crystal, and after constantly confirming that there was no problem with his mental power, he couldn't help but get excited in his heart.

With so many words, he is qualified to sit down with the oligarchs and talk about how to distribute them.

The president fell into a fantasy of time for a while, but immediately reacted that it was not the time to think about this, nodded to the man in black who looked at him with a smile, and did not say much official words, but said frankly:

"Of course, our cooperation with your religion is not something that can be shaken by these small things, but you should be glad that this happened in a small town like Princeton, and we still don't want this to happen again."

"Rest assured, we won't let this affect our friendship happen again, but now that the gift has been delivered, we won't bother anymore."

After that, the two men in black disappeared directly in the White House, leaving the president sitting on the chair and looking at the many imperial crystals in front of him, the eagerness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, he knocked on the table, and two strangely dressed men came in from outside the door.

The president closed the box, handed it to one of the men, told him to take it down to someone to check it again, and waved for the other to come to him.

"What the hell do those damn oligarchs think, you say? Can this filthy church be touched? I'm afraid that this treasure will have a life to take it, but it will not be used. ”

The people next to him didn't answer him, and the oligarchic president could say that, of course he couldn't.

Fortunately, the president didn't pay much attention to it, he changed the topic and said:

"Over there at Princeton, has the master been found?"

The man next to him shook his head and said:

"According to the textile machine test, thirteen masters in the United States, fifteen in Europa, and China ...... None of the world's eighty-four masters have ever appeared in Princeton. ”

"Then there is only one possibility, this uncle is also from over there. My God, is that wall fake? ”

The president knocked on the table with great annoyance, and only after a long time did he make up his mind and said to the people on the side:

"Tell the Bureau of Investigation that the people in Princeton should get out of here, and there's no need to get involved in this."

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FBI, Special Crimes Detention Cell.

The director received the news and looked at the old man sitting on the opposite side of 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, and he will die!" ”

The director's mind was no longer on the game of chess in front of him, he pointed to the chess pieces on the chessboard, and said meaningfully:

"These two chess pieces cooperate with each other, the knife slashes at the king, the king can't bear it, the king is gone, and the other chess pieces can't live alone."

The old man ignored the director, he took a cigar from the secretary's hand, and smoked it comfortably.

Just when the director thought that he had not been able to get the information he wanted again and was about to leave, he heard the old man's voice coming from behind him:

"Yesterday, that dirty thing in Princeton, your master can't beat him, make a price that satisfies me, I can help you take a look."

That's great. The director clenched his fists, and couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

This old man was barely guarded by the Investigation Bureau at a huge cost, and his strength was so terrifying that all the master-level powerhouses in the United States couldn't suppress it.

In the end, it took some special means to contain him in the Investigation Bureau.

The director quickly put these bad memories behind him and began to bargain with the old man.