Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 289 New Weapons 1
"And now, after our venerable doctors have declared that Mr. Gerald is out of danger and has at least 20 years to live ... Mr. Avar needs a sum of money. Because the creditors obviously don't want to wait another 20 years. What can happen in 20 years? Not to mention 20 years, just one year, Mr. Gerald may give birth to an heir who can reasonably and legally inherit all his property. Even more than one year, it only takes one day, one A wedding, a signature, and a certain woman can become his legal first-in-line heir. So when we made an offer, Mr. Avar agreed almost immediately."

"How much do we charge?"

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

"Indeed... Who is that Antikus? The apprentice of that Indian? Where did his report come from?"

"It was mentioned in previous reports, you may have forgotten. This is an apprentice selected by Redstone, and he is still a beginner... According to the knowledge of Indian wizards we have, he is just an ordinary person who has just come into contact with mysterious knowledge. At present The practice time may only be a few weeks, and we are sure that Hongshi did not start to impart real knowledge to him at all, but just let him teach himself some common sense of witchcraft. At the same time, he is still a college student. I can guess that Hongshi According to Shi, he probably didn't want to hinder his apprentice's studies... It's a pity that he didn't know that his apprentice had a very sexy and hot girlfriend in school."

"Interesting... girl? Someone we arranged?"

"No, that girl has nothing to do with us. She is one of the most fashionable and beautiful girls in that university, and our Mr. Antikus was just a very ordinary boy. Well, to be honest, after being chosen by Redstone Before becoming an apprentice, that was the case. The only reason the girl would choose an Indian boyfriend was because the young man boasted that he was an apprentice of Redstone and would become a great wizard in the future. In fact, she only had eyes for designer clothes, Luxuries and high-consumption places...so you know, in order to prove himself to his girlfriend, he has spent more than [-] dollars on her in less than a month. For the first time in her life, the girl enjoys free consumption Happy, so now I am very gentle and obedient to him. But this kind of consumption is not something such an Indian boy can afford."

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

"Yes, by the way, this young man paid thirty thousand dollars from a certain webcasting group to let them in to livestream the ceremony...ha..."

"Ha..." Both of them laughed.Such a mine was planted around Hongshi, which was exactly what they expected.

"Then let's focus on the incident of pancreatic cancer treatment, and find out in detail how the Indian did it... Is there any problem with the hospital?"

"No problem, we will have everything! Including every test before and after, Mr. Gerald's tumor sample, and everything else. If we medical experts can't find the results with the help of so many materials, then we Just say that this power is uncharted territory for us.”

"Okay, you can leave." With these words, a few seconds later, the office of the intelligence officer was alone again.

Although the matter of Redstone is important, it is not urgent.Because after all, this Indian is under their control, and things are really not in a hurry.Just how to make the most of this Indian's abilities is the question.Not to mention scientific research, practical aspects also need to be considered... In fact, this is not something he can decide at his level.Relatively speaking, another thing is much more important.He picked up the phone and made a certain call.

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

"It is indeed him, our Mr. Martin! I think we have found him. He is less than 50 meters away from me, here in the capital of the rooster country! He is doing a street magic show, and there is a big applause. audience. Head, I think he's going to be here for quite a while. What are we going to do?"

"Did he change his name?"

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

"Do nothing but keep an eye on him. I will send a technical team over there. From now on, your task will mainly be to monitor his phone calls. No action is allowed without my order."

"Okay, head." The answer came from the other side of the phone, and then 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 don't deliberately change your face and hide your name, you will be found out by the United States sooner or later!He got up, ready to report the news to the commissioner.

The Commissioner's office is on the top floor of the building.

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

When he walked into the commissioner's office, the latter happened to be on an important phone call.The commissioner did not avoid his subordinates, but kept answering with "um", "ha" and "okay".In addition, the voice on the other end of the phone was quite loud, so the officials listened to [-]% of it.

"Sorry, Mr. Peter." The commissioner finally finished answering the phone, and turned to look at his subordinates with a little embarrassment.Well, because he wasn't sure how much his subordinates heard just now, or how much they explained. "It's a... well, little extra."

His voice was polite.After all, the commissioner is newly appointed, and the main thing for his subordinates is to win over goodwill, and he has not yet entered the state of "killing chickens to scare monkeys".Generally speaking, he needs to observe for a few 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 very obedient and hard-working, then political tactics are unnecessary.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" the intelligence officer named Peter asked courteously.He heard some, not all, but he could make up some things.

"No, you don't have to. That guy's a mobster...one of Houston's underworld bosses," said the Commissioner, with an air of apparent casual indifference. "He wants to get some support from me. Well, the matter is not complicated. His subordinate is responsible for killing a little girl. Unfortunately, that subordinate is too stupid to rape and then kill, but he is killed by the little girl instead. Now he wants to To save face, I want to send that girl to prison." He pouted.The prison is probably within the control of that hooligan.As long as you go in, it's up to others whether you want to braise in soy sauce or cook for nothing.

"I don't see why it's so hard. No good lawyers?" Peter wondered.After staying in this country for a long time, I realized that the laws of this country are actually in the hands of lawyers.If you win a lawsuit, it's usually not because you're just or innocent, but because you can afford a good lawyer.The reverse is also true.It's hard to imagine a mafia boss not having good lawyers available.

Of course, this "good" only refers to the lawyer's professional skill level, not the lawyer's moral character.

"Oh, it's not difficult at first, but there are superheroes on the scene." The commissioner said casually. "The girl was helped. She joined a women's rights group ... and had the full support of that group."

"I've never seen a nonprofit stand up to a gang. As long as there is a little threat, the people in the nonprofit will give up." This is human nature.As an official of the intelligence department, Peter has at least heard of such incidents, even if he has not operated them.Everything is far simpler than expected.People will only serve justice if they keep themselves and their families safe.When it comes to real danger, it is always easy for people to choose to dock their tails for survival, especially when that "tail" is just a stranger who has nothing to do with them.Batman has to wear a mask!
"You can see it now." This topic was relatively easy, so the commissioner smiled with emotion. "This is an organization that has been established for less than three months. It doesn't even have an official name. They call themselves... some trade union. But their leader is a little girl."

"Little girl?" This sentence stunned the well-informed Mr. Peter.He has been engaged in intelligence work for many years, and he has come all the way from an intelligence analyst, but this is the first time he has heard of such a thing.

"A newcomer to Wall Street, a rising star in the financial world, the attention-grabbing Heidi. Miss Hamilton. She was just an 18-year-old high school dropout about six months ago, and now she is said to be managing over a billion dollars. fund." The commissioner laughed. "She probably feels the same about this matter, so she firmly supports that girl. The kind with no limit. I'm afraid our gangster boss won't be able to win this lawsuit."

"So that's how it is." A talented girl who just appeared like a shooting star, relying on her own abilities but hasn't experienced the beatings of the society... Thinking about it this way, things are easy to understand. "She probably felt she was doing the right thing," the commissioner said.

Not roughly, but actually doing the right thing.The intelligence agency official said in his heart.But it's a hard thing to do.Some people may ask, why is it so difficult to do the right thing?The answer is simple, because the world is not right.

The world is not made of "rights", but of "interests".It's that simple.

"You decide to support the rascal?"

"He's very useful sometimes," the commissioner replied.This sentence is actually equivalent to the conclusion of the conversation just now. "Well, Mr. Peter, you didn't come to see me to discuss these nonsense, did you?"

"In fact, we had a major breakthrough ... finding the whereabouts of Mr. Martin," he said. "He is currently in the capital of the Rooster Kingdom, in that famous city, playing the role of a little magician, the kind of street performer. His name is still Martin Claude."

"Interesting..." The commissioner's expression has entered the serious work mode from the chatting state just now.He tapped his fingers on the table and pondered for several seconds. "Don't even bother to change your name?"

"He's confident enough to do that."

"That's right, Mr. Peter. In this industry, your experience is far better than mine. Do you think we will follow the original plan, or do we need to make changes?"

"We know too little about this person. I think the most important thing at the moment is to collect intelligence. We need to be patient. Mr. Martin Claude is probably not alone."

"Army of seven..." the Commissioner muttered to himself.The Red Empire formed a superpower force with only seven members.Among all the legacies of the Red Empire, only this legacy quietly disappeared in the darkness without a trace.What the United States has to do now is to find a way to inherit this precious legacy.

There was a knock on the door, and someone came in.But the newcomer said nothing, just put a plastic pistol on the table and turned away.Specifically, this is not a pistol, but a toy pistol.Just look at the muzzle... the muzzle of this gun is flat.Peter took a look at the gun and realized it was actually a flashlight.That is, a fun little toy.

"Yes, we need patience." The commissioner replied after a long thought. "Proceed according to the plan. I believe the superiors will be patient enough. After all, this matter cannot be rushed."

"What is this?" Peter looked at the flashlight curiously.Adult men certainly like toys, but it's rare to see someone bring them to the office.This will appear less dignified in the eyes of others.

"That's what we just said, our Heidi. Miss Hamilton," replied the Commissioner. "She bought an electronic equipment factory, and then spent only one month developing this weapon, and registered a patent by the way."

"This is a weapon?" Peter was surprised.Isn't this a flashlight?Could it be the legendary laser gun?But he is also very clear that in the earth's atmosphere, laser energy decays so fast that it is difficult to make weapons.Too many countries can manufacture lasers, and laser guns are black technology.In other words, the current technology may have laser cannons, but it is impossible to have laser guns.

"Yeah, it happens that we are going to test it, are we going to try it?" he asked.

They took the suspected laser gun and got up from the elevator to the test room in the basement.This was obviously something that had been arranged long ago. At least when the commissioner arrived, everything was already in place in the special testing place in the basement.

Nine tall black testers — dressed in prison uniforms that make their origins obvious — are on their feet.After talking casually with the person in charge, the commissioner walked up to the first prisoner, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Gorgeous colorful light sprayed out from the muzzle of the gun.As Peter saw just now, this is actually a flashlight.Used to emit various colored rays.

But the facts proved that the commissioner was not lying, because the first prisoner was already on the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing and struggling on the ground.

(End of this chapter)