Chapter 760
The minister walked in, opened his hands, showed a fake smile, and exaggeratedly said like an old friend: "The famous Mycroft, with his smart mind, can see what happened in the last week in three seconds."
He stopped not far from Mycroft, turned around, showed off his tailored suit, and said with a smile, "What do you see?"
Mycroft glanced at him and said, "You attended a funeral."
"Yes, that's right!" The minister clapped his hands and expected, "What else?"
"Yesterday's girl was very wild. On your neck, there is a mark where you were hit by your teeth. Let me take a look." Mycroft also followed the performance, walked over, tugged on his collar, and said, "The family is rich. , that girl didn’t have dental deformities or braces.”
"An inexperienced student with a touch of Spanish blood."
The minister clapped in amazement, but his face looked a little bad.
Mycroft took out a handkerchief with both hands and wiped the hand touching his collar, and said casually: "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."
In front of the minister, he seemed to have touched something dirty.
"I'm here to tell you something, those people are not dead."
"That group of people?" The minister continued to pretend, "Who are they?"
"I thought you were here to play golf with me, Mycroft."
Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "A group of people who know how to use 'tricks', Francis, you should really check it out."
"You are too confident."
When the news was conveyed, Mycroft looked up at the captured whale and said, "It's a nice whale, but it's a pity that it should be in the sea."
"If you don't mind, I'm leaving now," Mycroft smiled slightly, "go play golf."
He walked past the ugly-looking minister without worrying about the other person's identity.
"Mycroft, why do you know?" The minister called to Mycroft. He stared at Mycroft, "It's not your style to meddle in other people's business."
"I should have known when someone released a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of an exercise." Mycroft tilted his head slightly so that half of his face in the shadow could be seen.
"Don't think you are perfect, you are just narcissistic."
"I'm not being nosy, I'm just telling you for the sake of the country." When he reached the door, Mycroft stopped and said again, "Also, has anyone said that your acting skills are poor?"
The minister's face turned completely dark after Mycroft left.
He took out his phone and dialed the number.
"Let me check! Where are those damn sewer rats!"
He roared at the phone. After turning it off, he sat gloomily in front of the fish tank.
Those wizards are not dead?
The mysterious ability suddenly appeared in the minister's mind.
No, no!
You must destroy it yourself.
Also, those magical energy sources.
He narrowed his eyes with a dangerous expression.
The fact that he is not dead means that the energy is still there.
The president, a timid guy, might be scared out of his wits.
In this case, let yourself solve it.
After arresting those wizards, he didn't believe he could know where those guys gathered.
Wizard energy.
If you can master it, it will be a major asset for you to gain a foothold in the United States and even the world.
The minister was thinking that he had already extended his malice towards the wizard.
Although I don't know how those wizards survived under the nuclear bomb, it doesn't matter.
Treat these wizards as subjects of study, just as they once were.
evil?
Didn't that experiment also create heroes?
How could it be evil?
That is justice.
What is justice?
Might makes right!
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Mycroft played a round of golf and hit a beautiful golf swing on a golf course in Washington.
"Very standard posture."
The man next to him with his golf club clapped.
"Really?" Mycroft put down his cue and said, "How does it compare with Watson Wick?"
"In that case, of course you have more standards, Mr. Mycroft."
The man knew how to compliment this person who could represent a country.
Mycroft looked at the man, "A batch of the arms you smuggled passed through his channel, Orlov."
The man named Olof has a long face and his hair is slicked back to make his hairline look high.
Hearing this, Yuri Orlov, the famous Lord of War, smiled.
He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, "Although it sounds scary, Mr. Mycroft, you should know that there is tacit approval behind these businesses."
How can someone who is capable of doing arms work without some backers behind him?
That's why Yuri Orlov could play golf in front of Mycroft calmly.
Mycroft glanced at him, "Then let me tell you, what if Francis is going to die?"
Yuri's smile faltered, and he confirmed again and again: "Are you kidding me?"
That big backer has to give even the president three cents of face. Do you think he is going to fall?
Yuri felt that this smart man was joking with him, but his experience in dealing with those people told him that this smart man couldn't joke.
Smart people don’t like lies, they prefer to overwhelm their opponents with the absolute truth.
Especially Mycroft, he is not a liar.
Yuri was silent for a long time. He looked up at the face that had always been indifferent and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"You can continue with your business," Mycroft said with a smile. "One condition is that your business needs to be approved by the hotel."
"Are you sure you're not joking?" Yuri was confused.
It's such a big deal that you even come here in person, but you tell me that you want me to cooperate with the hotel?
His mind was spinning rapidly, and he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Is he yours?"
"I'm the same as you," Mycroft said, "It's just cooperation."
After thinking about it for a long time, Yuri actually didn't have many choices.
When Francis is gone, he will be liquidated.
New people will replace themselves. The largest arms dealers in the world are not little shrimps like them, but the big country like a lighthouse.
He just picks up some "small business". If no one takes care of him, his "small business" will be taken away by the new superior.
To be able to maintain it, you can only find new methods.
Yuri hesitated but agreed.
Mycroft didn't leave him his business card, got up and left.
He will fly back from here today.
After all, his identity sensitivity is basically the same as that of the Prime Minister.
The reason he came out was for vacation.
This cost him an afternoon of rest.
Hurry back to avoid being photographed.
And his favors are all over.
The representative of the magical world probably felt his own kindness.
That battle was still fresh in his memory.
Non-human combat is far beyond what ordinary combatants can achieve today.
He needs a stronger army.
A glint flashed in Mycroft's eyes.
In his mind, a plan unfolded for wizards, and for more wizard-like situations to come.
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Chapter 769 The aliens need to die and the wizard disappears
America.
The wizard ran away.
The wizard looked nervous and hid behind a trash can in an alley.
The humidity and stench made him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no choice.
The roads at night were somehow deserted.
He took out his wand and tremblingly cast the Disillusionment Charm.
It's a pity that his Disguise Charm is not very good, and the figure that allows him to hide is not that perfect.
He could only pray that he would not be discovered here.
He now hates himself in school. Why didn't he learn Apparition seriously?
Holding your breath, you were surrounded by a glimmer of light from the dim, flickering old street lights.
Suddenly, there was a click.
His footsteps hit puddles of water, and his rubber soles made a sound on the ground.
The wizard's breath caught, and he put his hand over his mouth.
He didn't dare to poke his head, just hoping that the sound would go away quickly.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and at the latest, they are even within earshot.
He covered his mouth harder and stared at the rain-soaked pizza under the trash can.
Didn't look up.
He felt eyes glancing over his body.
The hair on his body stood up, and he hoped that he wouldn't be the unlucky guy who was found.
Fortunately, the voice didn't stay long after sweeping over.
The forefoot of the rubber shoe rubs against the ground as he turns and steps forward.
The wizard breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the change of direction of the voice.
The tense body also relaxed.
He moved his right foot, which was numb due to lack of blood circulation.
Blood oozed from the bruised calf.
A trace of blood smell that ordinary people can't smell breaks out of the trash can smell.
