The ball of light that appeared in David's office suddenly swelled, from the size of a ping-pong ball to the size of a basketball.

Eventually, it nearly doubled before it stopped expanding.

A leg suddenly stretched out of the ball of light and fell to the ground, and the exaggerated crocodile leather shoes inlaid with gold plates stepped on the ground, as if to determine something, and then a figure emerged from the ball of light.

A man just appeared out of thin air in the office.

The man was very tall, and his height of more than 190 cm made him look like a giant.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, and his rough face was wearing a pair of sunglasses, which did not seem to have any effect on his eyesight, and even in this dark space, the man did not hit any clutter.

He walked over to a cabinet and opened the drawers one by one, as if looking for something.

"Where?"

"Is my information wrong?"

He rummaged through all the drawers in the cabinet and couldn't find what he was looking for.

But he didn't get discouraged because of this, and in the dark, after thinking for a moment with his arms crossed, he snapped his fingers and began to be busy again.

A moment later, there was a soft 'click' in the darkness, followed by the sound of machinery turning in the cabinet.

The cabinet slowly moved to the side, revealing a sophisticated safe.

"It turns out that the informant said that the thing is in the cabinet, and it is such a law."

The man muttered, then chuckled as he looked at the safe.

He grabbed the ball of light that was still in the darkness, and it was gone.

The man slapped on the safe again, and a black ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball appeared on the surface of the safe.

He stretched out his hands to grasp the ball of light, and the palms of his hands were separated from each other, and the ball of light immediately expanded.

Expanding enough to accommodate an arm, the man reached into the ball of light, and as if groping for something, he pulled out a portable hard drive from the ball of light a moment later.

The drive looked like it had been damaged, with burn marks in places, and a label on it that read 'Hyperblocker Files'.

"Found it."

"Sure enough, the Walter Company still has this thing."

The man satisfactorily put the portable hard drive in his pocket, then took away the ball of light attached to the surface of the safe, and resumed the position of the metal cabinet.

Eventually, he threw a ball of light into the corner of the room, expanding it enough for him to pass through, and he slipped into it.

After a few moments, the ball of light quickly shrank and eventually disappeared into thin air.

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Eden Base.

A black-purple point of light swept through at breakneck speed, leaving a trail of black-purple trails in the air.

It traveled hundreds of meters and crashed into a piece of alloy armor, made of aviation-grade materials, but when it was hit by the point of light, a gap the size of a bottle cap appeared.

Azu looked at the gap, and then at his index finger.

That point of light was emitted from this finger.

Azu had been at the Eden base for a week.

For a week, he devoted all his energy to the use of authority.

What I just showed was the results of the week.

The result is not in the light bullet, but in the combination of authority and his own energy, thus forming the 'destructive energy'.

This is an energy with a hint of authority, and it can be used in a wide range of ways.

Azu can cover his whole body with 'destructive energy', so that any matter or energy that comes into contact with his body will be destroyed in an instant.

If you want to save money, you can cover the parts you use to attack, such as fists or toes, so that every punch and kick of Azu will have the power to destroy the world.

As for the point of light just now, it is an external means of 'destroying energy'.

According to the tactical purpose, Azu developed four different types of attack methods: 'pistol', 'shotgun', 'bazooka', and 'missile'.

The point of light just now is a 'sabotage pistol' that uses point shooting as the main means of destruction.

Through this week's research, Azu has gradually come to understand that the skills derived from authority cannot be compared to divine skills.

They are more of an auxiliary and repressive role.

Their power is somewhere between divine and innate abilities.

When facing opponents of the same level, it is still the divine skill that plays a decisive role.

So after developing a few authority-derived skills, Azu didn't continue to invest in this area.

"Master, there's your phone."

Angelina walked into the training ground and handed Azu a cell phone.

The phone number is Victoria. Newman called, and she told Azu that the last leg of the presidential campaign, Washington's campaign speech, would take place tomorrow.

After listening to the call, Azu asked, "Is there any news from Mallory?" ”

It's been a week, and the Ministry of Security's investigation into threatening text messages should be progressing, if inconclusive.

Angelina nodded: "Ms. Mallory reported their progress yesterday, the SMS threat is already in the forefront, they have locked up the suspect, and they will launch an arrest today." ”

Azu smiled: "Help me prepare, I'm going to Washington tomorrow." ”

He was very interested in Victoria. Newman was not interested in his presidential speech, and went to Washington to protect Newman, and he didn't want the female president he had cultivated to die before he took office.

Meanwhile.

Dallas, Texas.

As an important city in Texas, the city of Dallas is large in area and has a large population.

The city is rich in history and culture, and is also a popular location for sporting events and business events.

But because of the chaotic way the government is managed, law and order in Dallas has been in a precarious state.

Even if Walter invested several superheroes in the city, it would be difficult to improve the city's law and order.

Just like now, in broad daylight, there was a robbery in Ryan Lane.

"Put your hands up."

"Quick, take his wallet."

"Run."

Bruce. Paul stood in front of the window of his apartment and watched as several black men robbed a fat white man in the alley below.

After the fat man snatched the purse, he pushed it to the ground, and when the black man left, the fat man cried and screamed.

"I robbed my phone and my wallet."

"Who's going to call the police for me?"

The fat man looked up, his gaze meeting Paul's.

Paul immediately left the window, and the voice of a fat man was heard below.

"Mr. on the fourth floor, I saw you, can you help me call the police?"

"My phone was robbed, and my wallet, oh my God, my living expenses for a week are in there."

Paul turned a deaf ear.

He walked over to the computer, and the screen was a conversation interface, a forum chat room.

With the advent of new types of communication such as Twitter, almost no one uses chat rooms now, and even the various forums that used to be active on the Internet have become tears of the times.

But today, Paul is still using this obsolete method of communication.

Just because this forum was set up by him, only people who know the password can access the forum and enter the chat room.

Then.

Paul was alone in the chat room, but soon another name appeared online.

The name is 'Mr. Tree Hole', which of course is a screen name.

Paul also has a pseudonym on the forums, where he calls himself a 'keyboard player'.

Keyboardist: Good morning, Mr. Tree Hole.

Mr. Tree Hole: Good morning, keyboardist.

Keyboard Player: Did the seller find it?

Mr. Shudong: Yes, they are very interested in the goods, and they have confirmed that the transaction will be made tomorrow.

Keyboardist: Great, we've got to make a move early, I'm afraid the Sevens will come at any moment.

Mr. Tree Hole: Haha, don't worry, keyboardist. We threatened Victoria. Newman, who assassinated Kate again. Zane. These things are enough to distract the Tower of Seven and the Motherland, and now they are definitely worried about tomorrow's election and will not pay attention to us.

Keyboardist: If only that's what it really is.

Mr. Tree Hole: Trust me, man. After this vote, we can rest for a few years. By the way, I need your help with tomorrow's deal.

Keyboardist: No problem, tell me the time and place.

That's when it happened.

There was a knock on the door.

The fat white man who had been robbed just now was shouting outside the door, "Sir, I know you're at home." ”

"Please call the police for me."

"For God's Sake"

Paul frowned, he didn't expect that fat man to be so persistent.

He replied to Mr. Treehole, 'Wait a minute,' then closed the screen of his notebook and walked to the door.

Paul looked at the cat's eye on the door, a fat face was almost attached to the cat's eye outside the door, Paul shook his head, opened the door and said, "I'm not free right now"

As soon as the door opened, the fat man pounced on him and threw Paul down.

Paul was about to resist when he heard the fat man shout, "I'm Bright, Senior Agent of the Department of Security, Aven, and now I ask you to cooperate with the examination." ”

Footsteps rang out.

Figures rushed through the door, one of them was an old, but still charming lady.

Paul's face changed and he cried out, "What are you doing?" ”

"What a security department!"

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"I'm going to complain to you."

The lady crouched down and said softly, "Mr. Paul, we have conclusive evidence that you have something to do with the threat to Councillor Victoria. ”

"You're smart."

"You use a mobile phone you bought, as well as a third-party phone card to send messages."

"And it was picked a place where there was no surveillance to do it."

"But I think you're a very expressive person."

"Otherwise you wouldn't be sending threatening messages on the street, you want to be on stage and all eyes on you, am I right?"

Paul shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll communicate with you until you understand what I'm talking about."

"If you want to complain, you can file a complaint with Congress, my name is Mallory, the head of the Department of Security, Mallory."

Mallory stood up and walked over to Paul's computer.

After she took over the investigation of Victoria's information threat incident, she spent a week through various channels and finally locked down Bruce. Paul.

The Ministry of Security tracked Paul to the city and confirmed his location.

In order to avoid startling the snake, the security department staged a robbery scene in the alley, and then arranged for the senior detective who played the victim to come upstairs and ask Paul for help.

This caused Paul to lower his guard and eventually open the door himself.

Right now.

Mallory opens his notebook, and a dialog box appears on the screen to enter a password.

"Mr. Paul, what's your password?"

Paul shouted, "This is my privacy, federal law protects the privacy of every citizen, you have no right to know!" ”

"Really?"

Mallory was not in a hurry and sat down on the sofa.

"I understand that you have a daughter who is sick and needs a large sum of money for treatment."

"Maybe that's what makes you take the risk."

"So if you cooperate with my work, I can plead with the judge and help you through some federal laws."

"For example, applying for the Children's Serious Illness Treatment Fund."

"But if you are wrong again and again, Mr. Paul, you may lose your lovely daughter."

"Are you really going to get that far?"

Paul fell silent for a moment.

He looked at Mallory and, after a moment, said a set of numbers.

Enter your password, and the chat room interface will appear.

Mr. Tree Hole is offline.

But the content on it was still there, and after Mallory browsed it, he took out his phone, took a picture of the conversation, and sent it to Azu.

Then he said: "You contact the other party, I want to know where he is trading tomorrow." ”

Paul shook his head and said: "I can't take the initiative to contact him, every time he contacts me after he goes online, all I can do is open the chat room interface 24 hours a day, waiting for him to go online." ”

Mallory nodded: "Then you can come with us." ”

"Bring his computer with you."

Tomorrow Hotel.

Paul sat down on the soft couch and watched Mallory take off his coat and hang it on the coat rack.

He coughed dryly and said, "Madam, should we sign an agreement?" ”

"Agreements?" Mallory sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Yes, agreement."

Paul leaned forward slightly: "I want to see the detailed conditions, and have the relevant departments to sign, this is the basis of cooperation." ”

"Instead of saying yes and then throwing me in jail when it's over."

"Believe me, Mr. Tree Hole is doing something terrible, I guess, it is related to the safety of the entire Federation."

Mallory nodded: "No problem, I'll have someone draft the agreement now." ”

Paul breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and walked to the bathroom: "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Mallory asked an agent to follow him.

Entering the bathroom, Paul looked at the agent and said, "You're here, how can I go to the bathroom." ”

The agent looked around with a blank face and made sure that the window would not open and Paul could not escape, and then walked out.

"You have 1 minute." The agent said.

(End of chapter)