"And now, after our respectable doctors declare that Mr. Gerald is out of danger and can live at least twenty years... Mr. Aval needs a sum of money to help him. Because the creditors are obviously unwilling to wait for another twenty years. What can happen in twenty years? Not to mention twenty years, just one year, Mr. Gerald may give birth to an heir who can reasonably and legally inherit all his property. Even more than a year, it only takes one day, a wedding, and a signature, and a woman can become his legal first heir. So when we offer the bid code, Mr. Aval agreed almost immediately."

"How much does it cost?"

"Fifty thousand dollars. Compared with the reliability of this important information, I think it's worth it."

"Indeed...who is that Anticus? The Indian apprentice? How did his report come from?"

"There are mentioned in the past reports, and you may have forgotten. This is the apprentice selected by Redstone. He is still a beginner... According to the cultivation knowledge of Indian wizards we have mastered, he is just an ordinary person who has just been exposed to mysterious knowledge. The current practice time may only be a few weeks. We are sure that Redstone has not started to impart real knowledge to him at all, but just let him learn some common sense of witchcraft. At the same time, he is still a college student. I can guess Redstone's idea, and he probably doesn't want to hinder his apprentice's studies... Unfortunately, he has no idea that his apprentice has made a very sexy and hot girlfriend in school."

"Is it fun...girl? Is it the one we arranged?"

"No, that girl has nothing to do with us. She is one of the most fashionable and beautiful girls in the university, and our Mr. Anticus was just an ordinary teenager. Well, to be honest, before being chosen as an apprentice by Redstone, it was the case. The only reason that the girl would choose an Indian boyfriend was that the young man boasted that he was Redstone's apprentice and would become a great wizard in the future. In fact, she only had brand-name clothes, luxury goods and high-consumption places in her eyes... So you understand, in order to prove herself to her girlfriend, he had spent more than 20,000 yuan on her in less than a month. The girl enjoyed the joy of free consumption for the first time in her life, so she is very gentle and obedient to him now. But this amount of consumption is not something that an Indian teenager can afford."

"So he has to find some extra money for himself? Huh?"

"Yes, by the way, this young man collected 30,000 yuan from a certain online live broadcast group and put them in the live broadcast ceremony...ha..."

"Ha..." Both of them laughed. Such a landmine was buried beside Hongshi, which was the result they were looking forward to.

"So we will focus on this pancreatic cancer treatment incident and have a detailed understanding of how the Indian did it... Is there no problem in the hospital?"

"No problem, we have everything! Including every test in advance, Mr. Gerald's tumor samples, and everything else. If so much material helps, our medical experts can't find the results, then we only say that this power is an unknown area."

"Okay, you leave." With this sentence, a few seconds later, the intelligence official's office was once again the only one.

Although Redstone's matter is important, it is not urgent. Because after all, the Indians are under their control, so things are really not urgent. As long as how to make full use of the Indian's abilities is a problem. There is no need to mention scientific research, but practical aspects also require more consideration... By the way, this is not something that can be determined by his level. Relatively speaking, another thing is much more important. He picked up the phone and made a call to the outside world.

"How is it?" He asked directly without even asking the usual greetings.

"It's him, our Mr. Martin! I think we've found him. He's less than fifty meters away from me, here in the capital of the Rooster Country! He's performing a street magic show, and there's a large crowd of applauding audiences. Head, I think he'll stay here for quite a long time. What should we do?"

"Has he changed his name?"

"No, he still calls himself Martin Claude. I think this should be his real name."

"Don't do anything except keep an eye on him. I will send a technical team there. In the future, your tasks will mainly focus on monitoring his phone. No action is allowed without my orders."

"Okay, head." The answer came from the other side of the phone and hung up.

He took a deep breath and finally found it! This is also a manifestation of the strength of the United States. As long as you do not deliberately change your face and hide your identity, you will be found by the United States sooner or later! He stood up and prepared to report the news to the Commissioner.

The office of the commissioner is on the top floor of the building.

This commissioner is not an ordinary person. It is said to be a person jointly recognized by CIA, FBI and the military. He was directly appointed by the president and is the highest responsible person in charge of related matters. Although this matter was originally initiated by FBI, due to the changes in the situation, it has now been involved in all aspects.

When he walked into the commissioner's office, the latter happened to be receiving an important call. The commissioner did not avoid his subordinates, but answered "yes", "ha" and "ok". In addition, the other end of the phone was quite loud, so the officials also listened 50%.

"Sorry, Mr. Peter." The commissioner finally answered the phone and looked at his subordinates a little embarrassedly. Well, because he was not sure how much his subordinates had heard, or how much they explained. "This is a... well, a little extra thing."

His voice was very polite. After all, the commissioner was a new member, and he was mainly to win over goodwill for his subordinates, and had not yet entered the state of "killing the chicken to warn the monkey". Usually, he needs to observe for several months to a year before he can determine which subordinate is a chicken and can be used to kill. Of course, if the subordinates are obedient and hardworking, then power and operation methods are unnecessary.

"Is there anyone I can help?" asked the intelligence officer named Peter diligently. He heard some, incomplete, but could figure out some things.

"No, no need. That guy is a hooligan... one of the underworld bosses in Houston." The commissioner said in a casual attitude that he obviously pretended to be. "He wants to get some support from me. Well, the matter is not complicated. His subordinates are responsible for killing a little girl. Unfortunately, that subordinate is too stupid to rape and then kill, but he was killed by the little girl. He wants to save face now and send that girl to prison." He curled his lips. The prison is probably the control of the hooligan. As long as he goes in, it is up to him to brais or cook for free.

"I can't see what's going on with this. Don't have a good lawyer?" Peter was a little puzzled. After staying in this country for a long time, he realized that the laws of this country are actually in the hands of lawyers. If you win a lawsuit, it is usually not because you are just or innocent, but because you can afford a good lawyer. The contrary, the same is true. It is hard to imagine that a gang boss will not have good lawyers available.

Of course, this "good" only refers to the lawyer's professional skills, not the lawyer's character and morality.

"Oh, it wasn't difficult, but there was a superhero coming out." The commissioner said casually. "The girl was helped. She joined a women's rights organization... and received full support from that organization."

"I have never seen a charity organization that can compete with a gangster. As long as there is a slight threat, people in the charity organization will give up." This is human nature. As an intelligence official, Peter has at least heard of such incidents even if he has not operated it. Everything is much simpler than expected. People only serve justice when ensuring the safety of themselves and their families. Once real danger is involved, people will always easily choose to cut off their tails and survive, especially when the "tail" is just a stranger who has nothing to do with them. Batman has to wear a mask!

"Now you see." The topic is relatively relaxed, so the commissioner smiled a little emotion. "This is an organization that has been established for less than three months, and there is not even a formal name. They call themselves... or something union. But their leader is a little girl."

"Little girl?" This sentence made Mr. Peter, who was knowledgeable, stunned. He has been working in intelligence for many years and has been working as an intelligence analyst, but it was the first time he heard of such a thing.

"The new practitioner in Wall Street, rising stars in the financial world, and the notable Miss Heidi Hamilton. About half a year ago, she was just an 18-year-old high school dropout, and now it is said that she is managing a fund of more than one billion yuan." The commissioner laughed. "She probably empathized with this matter, so she firmly supported the girl. The unlimited kind. Our rogue boss probably won't win this lawsuit."

"So that's it." A genius girl who had just appeared like a meteor, but had not yet experienced social beatings... After thinking about it, things were easy to understand. "She probably felt that she was doing the right thing." said the commissioner.

It's not about it, but it's really doing the right thing. The intelligence agency official said in his heart. But this is a very difficult thing. Some people may ask, why is the right thing so difficult? The answer is very simple, because the world is not correct.

The world is not composed of "right", but of "interest". It's that simple.

"You decided to support this hooligan?"

"He is very useful sometimes," replied the commissioner. This sentence is actually equivalent to setting the final conclusion of the conversation just now. "Okay, Mr. Peter, you are not here to meet me to discuss these boring little things, right?"

"In fact, we have a major breakthrough... and found Mr. Martin's whereabouts," he said. "He is now in the capital of the Rooster Kingdom, the famous city, playing a little magician, the kind of street performing. His name is still Martin Claude."

"Interesting..." The commissioner's expression had already entered a serious working mode from the chat state just now. He tapped his fingers on the desktop and pondered for several seconds. "Are you too lazy to change your name?"

"He has enough confidence to do so."

"It's right, Mr. Peter, in this industry, your experience is far better than mine. Do you think we are following the original plan or making changes?"

"We know too little about this person. I think the most important thing at the moment is to collect intelligence. We need patience. It is very likely that Mr. Martin Claude is not just himself."

"A seven-man army..." the commissioner murmured to himself. The superpowered force formed by the Red Empire was only seven members. Among all the heritages of the Red Empire, only this heritage quietly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared. What the United States needs to do now is to find a way to inherit this precious heritage.

Someone knocked on the door outside, and then someone came in. But the newcomer didn't say anything, just put a plastic pistol on the table and turned around and left. Specifically, this was not a pistol, but a toy pistol. You can tell at the muzzle... The muzzle of the gun was flat. Peter picked up the gun and looked at it and found that it was actually a flashlight. That is to say, an interesting little toy.

"Yes, we need patience." The commissioner replied after pondering for a long time. "Go as planned. I believe the superiors will have enough patience. After all, this matter cannot be rushed."

"What is this?" Peter looked at the flashlight with a little curiousness. Of course, adult men also like toys, but they rarely see someone bringing them to the office. This will not be solemn enough in the eyes of others.

"It's what we just said, our Miss Heidi Hamilton." The commissioner replied. "She bought an electronic equipment factory and then spent only a month developing the weapon, and also registered a patent."

"Is this a weapon?" Peter was surprised. Isn't this a flashlight? Is it the legendary laser gun? But he also knew very well that in the earth's atmosphere, the laser energy attenuation speed is too fast that it is difficult to make a weapon. Too many countries can make laser guns, and laser guns are black technology. Or the current technology may have laser cannons, but it is impossible for laser guns.

"Yes, we're going to test it, are we going to try it?" he asked.

They got up with the suspected laser gun and went from the elevator to the test room in the basement. This was obviously something that had been arranged long ago. At least when the specialist arrived, everything in the dedicated test site in the basement was already in place.

The nine tall black testers—who were wearing prison uniforms, making it clear at a glance—have stood up. After talking to the responsible person for a few casual words, the commissioner walked up to the first prisoner, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

A brilliant colorful light ejected from the muzzle. As Peter just saw, it was actually a flashlight. It was used to emit various colorful lights.

But in fact, the Commissioner did not lie, because the first prisoner had already fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and twitching and struggling on the ground.
Chapter completed!