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At the same time, the entire New York police station, various anti-terrorism and whistleblowing departments have been blasted, including the FIB's headquarters.

"How did you do it! There was a power outage! All the power outages! I have a date tonight!"

"... here, is this a hospital, my head hurts..."

"Explosion! What a big explosion! My friends are still inside. Are the police going to eat *%!"

Whether it’s ordinary people enjoying the weekend, or the gangsters in the hell’s kitchen, they were both exploded and affected by the Mandela tree at the same time. Even the black gangs who usually avoid the police to avoid them Various complaints with a rap rhythm filled the New York Police Department's telephone line.

Unfortunately, the police force of the entire New York Police Department has been dispatched, and now there are only three or two kittens such as the operator and the front desk clerk.

Those who were hit by the phone also included the FBI's headquarters. Of course, it was definitely not ordinary citizens, but all levels of government departments that were equally alarmed.

"...Yes, yes, I understand that the situation will be kept to a minimum. We were attacked by a premeditated attack, and then paid a painful price. No one will know the truth."

Just after putting down the phone, the alarming ringing sounded again. Berika sighed slightly, and then picked up the phone again. After another wave of promise, Berika gave a routine reply again.

"...I understand that there is a solution for me at various TV stations. I will let them shut up and know what to say and what not to say, yes, I understand."

The phone calls one after another gave Berika some headaches, but she knew that these were not important issues. As long as this matter was resolved, all the consequences and opposition would be suppressed.

Brian across the glass wall is writing and drawing on a whiteboard, filling the fish that may escape the line of sight. The perfect ending is that she is completely controlled. She understands this, and Brian also knows.

"Boss." While Berika was hanging up again, a tired FBI knocked on the door and walked in. "They sent the message out again, it was the polar bear."

"Whenever the polar bears can get in here with us," Berika said, "Handle it. In a very special time, you can't let a trace of news leak out, otherwise everything will be in vain."

The FBI seemed stunned, opening his mouth and not knowing what he wanted to say. Berika realized this and she asked, "What's wrong."

"It's a bit overwhelming," he said. "Since Agent Zaz came back, we've dealt with no less than five spies, plus this is the sixth. With such a high level of cleaning, they will surely notice To what."

"Then let's reveal something." Berika said. "Don't the polar bear's neighbors keep peeping at our c satellite technology, and let it out a little."

The FBI froze again, but nodded quickly, "I see."

But before he was about to leave, Berika stopped him again and said, "Remember, this is just a cover to divert their attention from this matter, so there is no need to reveal real information, as long as It's okay to make it because the data of the c satellite caused such a big movement."

"Not every espionage operation will succeed, I believe the people behind them will understand, don't they?"

The agent who had approached the door nodded again, then pushed the door silently and walked out.

This can not only hide the silver tongue, but also reveal more hidden nails by shifting your eyes. Berika knows these guys too well. Although they know that this may be a trap, they will still step in.

As long as the benefits that can be obtained outweigh the risks.

I also hope that people on my own side don't mess up, always use some real information to attract people, don't you? I hope you don't get yourself around.

But it is not these spies that are the top priority, but the mobile bombs that are still active outside.

They are like lights in the dark at night. The longer they are exposed to the outside, the more likely the whole thing will be exposed.

But just as Berika got up and was about to leave the director's office, another phone call came in.

Looking at the displayed line, Berika frowned slightly, "Your Excellency." She picked up the phone and said softly.

The conversation between the two was very short, and most of the time Berika was listening, and the other end of the phone was saying that even Berika's answer was very short.

But you can still hear a lot from it.

"I understand this." Berika said, "Your Excellency, you don't need to worry about this matter being exposed. They are still under our control. After dealing with the restless factors, all the information in the bureau is also Will be cleaned up, just like nzt at the time."

"...Uh, I don’t mean to be exposed like nzt. In short, the existence of the silver tongue will not be informed by the outside world. What is happening in New York is just an accident. After we deal with them, the silver tongue will be caught. Move to a secret place."

After continuing to communicate with the opposite party, Berika put down the phone.

The existence of the silver tongue is actually more important than everyone thinks. Perhaps he was not valued at first, but as the fact that the silver tongue exists is gradually proved, the United States must hold him in the hand before everyone else.

Maybe it can be concealed completely, maybe not, but if you take the first step, you will get a lot of opportunities.

In particular, the silver tongue has already attracted the attention of the military and many other departments.

This is no longer an ordinary case.

Brian should have noticed this. Perhaps he has already noticed this. Berika believes that with Brian’s IQ will not be unclear, otherwise there will really be no smart people in this world.

"Click." Berika gently opened the glass door of Brian's room, then walked to Brian's side and looked at the whiteboard he was facing.

When Brian used to work together, Brian liked to do strange things, but it's speechless that these strange clues are often really useful.

This time he finally looked normal, the whiteboard used for recording, but unfortunately Berika still couldn't understand what was written on it.

"This is a sacrificial ritual." Brian said biting the cap of the marker. "I found it on a website that you would never want to know. What do they worship...what is coming..."

"You absolutely can't think of how crazy those people are. I really found a lot of interesting things when I checked the information. Ah yes, I also found a good Chinese restaurant, not far from our building. Do you want to get off work? Try it later?"

Several years of FBI career has not worn away Brian’s tired and loose personality. From the first day he entered the FBI, he was like an unformed unemployed young man. In fact, he did, but he was lucky enough to contact nzt.

And now it seems that he is still like this.

But Berika has long been used to it. In the face of the chattering Bryan, she interrupted him by just saying two words, "What is the use of this ritual, can it succeed."

"Uh..." Brian threw the marker aside and scratched his head. "That group of idiots think it can summon demons, but according to my temporary research on ancient writing and religion, I think this is a seal. God’s prayer, as to how it appeared, is it easy to use... seriously, I don’t know."

Although Brian, who can never stop taking medicine, seems to look like a child, but in reality, his heart is often more confident than anyone else, but he is equally confused in the face of the unknown field of human beings.

Even if nzt's ability to liberate the brain is against the sky, learning and reasoning still need time and a lot of arguments. It is not so easy to explore a way in the vastness.

Berika squeezed a smile at him, and then put her hair behind her ears, "You are best used for this ritual, because we have received the latest news of the operation of the mysterious man. The news is that all the agents and police officers in front are lost. contact."

Bryan looked up, crossing the news that Bélika flicked slightly to the outside of the room, and on the four TVs hanging in the hall.

"...News from New York News, there was a massive explosion in the Hell's Kitchen, a large number of police cars were left on the scene, and there were unconsciousness falling on the ground..."

Brian's eyes are average, and nzt will not strengthen his body again. He can't see the TV so far, but he can still infer the appearance of the scene through the colors above.

The radio host was chattering outside the cordon at the explosion site, surrounded by a group of bored young people who like to watch the fun and usually have nothing to do. This group of college students is holding a mobile phone and constantly shooting. As the latest capital to show off on Facebook.

But Brian noticed something deeper, such as the extent of their vigilance, the area covered by the explosion, and the possible power.

Without even waiting for the FBI to collect the information, Brian glanced at it to infer the rough.

probably. . The situation will not be too optimistic. .

"Nothing can be reached?" Brian asked, feeling his voice a little dumb.

"Yes." Berika nodded.

Brian closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know how many people were dispatched in such a time, but in fact, he could calculate it with a little thought, but Brian didn't want to.

The situation at the scene was probably terrible. Such a large-scale explosion, as well as the unidentified screams and faintness described in the information just sent, even the FBI headquarters away from the Hell's Kitchen was affected by a little unknown screams. Not to mention those closest to the center.

When Brian first encountered the nzt crisis, there were many innocent people who died, and in the next time, there were still many cases of sacrifices one after another.

Brian tried to avoid and reduce this situation, but from that time he knew that sometimes sacrifice is inevitable.

"Brian, Brian." Berika's voice awakened him from being absent. Berika was obviously accustomed to Brian's daze. She continued to ask, "Is the matter still under our control."

Brian immediately appeared indifferent, "Of course." He shrugged. "Aren't you under our control, is there any better way for you."

Looking at Berika, whose face changed slightly, Brian clapped his hands, "I've lied to you again, kidding, their creators are here with us, they will not have any impact on the world, they will be recycled back. ."

"The casualties may be a little heavy this time, but Stan's stuff is not in place yet. I'll urge him." Brian signaled to Berika, and Berika nodded as a default.

Brian turned around and wiped the whiteboard clean twice, and by the way, destroyed all the materials related to the sacrifice, he recorded them in his head, but who knows if there will be a guy suddenly appear here, once It was embarrassing to be seen.

Perhaps embarrassment is still a trivial matter.

After sorting out these questions, Brian pushed open the door and walked to Stan who was wandering around the hall.

. . .

Volchart sat nervously on the bench in the hall, beside him was the same nervous Lisa. Feeling his wife's fear, Volchart grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously.

Only Farid still looked relaxed, and did not know the tension in the surrounding atmosphere. In his view, it was indeed a change of country, but the people here were obviously more interesting than the people before.

I don’t know if he knows that this is a place like an Arab palace, he will not be so easy.

Fulchart just waited in the lobby like this, it seemed very free, but in fact, if you look closely, you will find that several important entrances and exits in the lobby are waiting for a few seemingly busy people, as long as the If there is a slight change in Elchat and others, their eyes will come down.

Although Volchart is weaker, it is just the normal reaction of ordinary people, he is not stupid, so many years of traveling through Europe to find a wife makes him more alert than ordinary people.

He naturally heard of the name of the FBI. In fact, neither the German government nor the FBI can resist him. Of course, according to his closeness, he is willing to stay in Germany even if he is willing to cooperate.

It's just how good he is to reveal his identity as a silver tongue. The German side didn't notice him at all, and the FBI is only monitoring himself, but unfortunately when the FBI wants to take him away~lightnovelpub.net~Vrchat Can no longer resist.

After coming to the United States, Volchart has not shown any disagreement. Even after the arrival of Stan, he only said a friendly smile without saying a word.

And now, he and Lisa were attentively watching the TV hanging on all four sides of the hall.

English is a common language, and Volchart can naturally understand it. The news that Volchat keeps scrolling above is also clear, with a violent explosion and an unknown scream that spreads widely.

"This is the person that Meggie reads." Volchart whispered to Lisa, at this time the news had begun to dig deeper, and the host had entered the allowed warning line.

The police who fell unconscious on the ground began to be exposed. Even if they were all Americans, Vrchat still felt uncomfortable because they were all innocent people. (To be continued.)

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