I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 146 Uncle John (for more updates)

The atmosphere in the meeting room was awkward.

Who would have thought that people from the motherland would open the door and come in directly.

And it was chosen at a time when everyone was discussing how to deal with him.

in these people.

The most frightening thing is that because of Edgar's death, he found Dr. Wagbaum from the Ministry of Defense.

Now, asked by Azu.

Dr. Wagbaum's brow was beaded with sweat.

Seeing this, the general in the meeting room quickly stood up: "Dr. Wagbaum is"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Azu, with his hands behind his back, raised an arm and pointed at him.

Then Azu turned around with a friendly smile.

"Sit down."

"General."

"I'm not asking about your words."

"Please don't interrupt my catching up with Dr. Wagbaum."

Although Azu was smiling all over his face, the more so, the more the general felt an invisible pressure.

He looked at Wilson, who nodded slightly, and the general sat down.

Then Azu walked around the long conference table and passed Dr. Kyle who had an electronic prosthetic eye.

Walking all the way to the opposite side of Dr. Wagbaum, he put his hands on the doctor's shoulders and pressed them lightly.

"Doctor, you are not young anymore."

"A fast heartbeat isn't doing you any good."

"calm down."

"I won't eat you again."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, you haven't answered my question just now."

Dr. Wagbaum swallowed, and then said: "Secretary Wilson hired me as a consultant to the Ministry of Defense."

"consultant?"

Azu's eyes fell on the table, the box in front of Dr. Wagbaum.

The expressions of Wilson and others changed slightly, but they were still calm.

Azu smiled lightly and patted the doctor on the shoulder: "Why, the Ministry of National Defense also wants to study superhumans?"

"I don't know," Dr. Wagbaum replied.

"I know."

Azu looked at Wilson: "So this question, Mr. Minister, can answer, and I allow you to speak up."

Wilson coughed dryly: "Motherland, you are so humorous."

"Yes."

"We asked Dr. Wagbaum to lead a program."

"Extraordinary soldier."

"We want to make the military stronger and more competitive."

"Imagine if our military, our soldiers had extraordinary abilities."

"Then they will be invincible on the battlefield, and we don't have to worry about any threats anymore."

"Our citizens, our children and our parents, can live and work in peace."

"We will build a good country."

Azu laughed: "It's really beautiful, Mr. Minister."

"But with all due respect, we don't have to worry about threats in the first place."

"After all, we are the biggest threat."

"But don't worry, I won't interfere with you."

"Extraordinary soldier or super general, it doesn't matter, as long as you like it."

Azu reached out to pick up the syringe on the table: "What is this?"

"Dr. Wagbaum, is this your latest work?"

Dr. Wagbaum's hands on his knees shook slightly, and then said: "Yes, the latest results of the Extraordinary Soldier Project."

"But it is still unstable and cannot be used in actual combat, and a large number of clinical trials are still needed."

"is it?"

Azu suddenly put the syringe on Dr. Wagbaum's neck.

Immediately, everyone in the conference room stood up except the Minister of Defense.

The general pointed at Azu and shouted: "What are you doing, let go of Dr. Wagbaum immediately!"

"People from the motherland, don't go too far, this is the Ministry of National Defense!"

"Let go, don't let me call someone!"

Azu looked around, but the syringe didn't seem to move away at all.

He lowered his body and said with a smile in Dr. Wagbaum's ear.

"This isn't really the finished product of some Super Soldier project, is it?"

"Let me guess, is this something researched for the purpose of targeting?"

"If you won't tell the truth."

"I'll give you an injection right now."

Dr. Wagbaum was breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

gritted his teeth.

Shen Sheng said: "I didn't lie to you."

"This is the latest product of the Extraordinary Soldier project."

"Oh?" Azu looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Wilson.

Then he laughed, took the syringe away, and patted the doctor on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Dr. Wagbaum."

"I just joked with you, do you mind?"

Dr. Wagbaum shook his head: "No, I don't mind."

"That's great."

Azu put the syringe into the box, closed it, and put it in Dr. Wagbaum's pocket.

"Since it's such an important thing, you have to put it away."

"If you lose it, it will be so troublesome."

Then he walked towards Wilson again, smiling charmingly: "Mr. Minister, back to our previous topic."

"I want command of Delta Force."

"When will you give it to me?"

Wilson smiled and said: "Motherland, you want the command of the 'Delta Force', of course there is no problem."

"After all, you are also working for the country, and you are responsible for dangerous tasks, so naturally you need the most elite soldiers."

"But I can't give you the whole 'Delta Force,' they have all sorts of missions."

"I can only give you 100 people."

Azu laughed: "The Delta Force has 2500 people, and you only give me 100."

"Mr. Minister, is this inappropriate?"

Minister Wilson's smile did not change.

"Motherland, I absolutely trust you."

"But other people don't think that way. If people know that Delta Force is on your hands, it will cause panic."

"Also, I don't think it takes 2500 people to exaggerate even if it is targeting terrorist activities within the country."

"What do you say?"

Azu walked behind Wilson and picked up the Stars and Stripes laid out on one side.

smiled.

"It seems to make a little sense."

"But 100 people is still too few, there must be at least 500 people."

"Also, I want these guys to be fully equipped, what equipment they use now, and what equipment they will use in the future."

This time Wilson didn't bargain, and immediately said: "No problem, a week later."

"These people will report to you."

Only then did Azu nod his head and walked out of the gate.

He smiled at the people inside again.

"Gentlemen, I wish you a pleasant day."

Then he closed the door and left.

After he left, the general immediately opened the door to look around, and then called for a security team.

Then I went back to the conference room.

Wilson was silent.

After the general glanced at the minister, he said in a deep voice, "The people from the motherland are so presumptuous!"

"He didn't pay attention to us at all!"

Dr. Wagbaum wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and said, "Fortunately, he is still as arrogant as ever. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get away with it so easily."

"Mr. Minister, are we really going to give him a 500-man 'Delta Force'?" a colonel asked.

Another officer said in a deep voice: "Mr. Minister, if he has a 500-strong and well-equipped 'Delta Force' in his hands, he can do a lot of things."

Only then did Wilson speak.

"Of course I know, it won't work."

"But we don't have a better way."

"The people of the motherland can't judge him with the logic and thinking of normal people."

"If I disagreed just now, chances are those of us have gone to God."

"I don't think he would have any scruples because this is the Ministry of Defense."

"In short, before the research results of Dr. Wagbaum and Dr. Kyle come out."

"There is only one thing we can do, and that is to try our best to satisfy the appetite of the people of the motherland, appease him, and stabilize him."

"Before that, try not to irritate him."

The officers in the conference room also knew this was true, so they nodded in agreement.

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In a dark basement, Levin watched Franky provide some gang members with some bombs he made himself, and watched breast milk stitch up the wound of a wounded man.

He frowned.

That night, when he helped a young mother get rid of a few gangsters.

The natives found him.

Ask him to rescue the two men and break into them.

To find out the whereabouts of their friend, a bearded man named Butcher.

As a result, after the two men were rescued, they did not go to Butcher. Instead, they hid in the basement and started to provide gang organizations with explosives and weapons and act as doctors.

This is not what he wants at all!
"Okay, that's it."

"Remember not to touch the wound with water recently, or it will become inflamed."

Breast put away the tools and organized his first aid kit.

"Thank you." The injured man asked his companion to take him away.

Frankie came over and whistled: "I didn't expect you to be quite good at this."

At this moment, he saw Levin put on his coat and walk towards the door.

Frankie quickly called out, "Hey, brother, where are you going?"

Levine turned around and said, "Of course it's leaving here."

"I'm going with you in order to be able to fight against the Seven."

"Instead of accompanying you to live this kind of life in the basement."

"Since you don't want to go out, I'll find a way by myself."

"No no no."

Frankie quickly grabbed him and said, "Listen, we don't want to do this either."

"But we are wanted criminals."

"Trust me, we're going to crack down on the Seven, but we've got to raise some money."

"us."

The black man interrupted French at this moment.

"Okay, don't lie to him."

"We didn't want to hit the Seven at all."

"Just what can we do?"

"We can't just hide like a mouse, make some money, and get out of here."

Frankie came over and whispered, "Listen, Levin is our umbrella, okay?"

"He is a superhuman. If we don't pull him, once the group of seven finds him, we will all have to finish the game."

Breast milk pushed him away and said, "So, are we going to pull him up?"

"Enough, Frenchie."

"Levine has done enough for us, we can't use him anymore."

Levin turned around: "What are you talking about?"

Frankie quickly said, "It's nothing, Levin."

"Breast just misses his daughter, yeah, yeah, that's it."

Frankie pointed at the breast milk and said, "Do you still want to live a normal life?"

"Of course I want to, but you have seen our current situation. Probably we have no chance of living a normal life."

"Yeah, but don't forget, there's a bastard with a big beard, and he's very free."

Frankie said angrily: "Why should we be implicated by him, so we can't live a normal life."

"But he can live a fair life, don't you think so? Breast milk."

The black man frowned: "What do you want to do?"

French said: "We're going to Butcher, he has to find a way to get us out of the wanted list."

"He has some connections, you should know."

"In short, this is what he owes us."

"If he doesn't do it, we'll give him to the Seven."

"And if he's willing to help, we can find Levine any company."

"Butcher must still want to continue to fight against the people of the motherland."

"Thus."

Frankie snapped his fingers: "We can live a normal life, Levin can do what he likes, and before that, he can continue to protect us."

"Perfect!"

Breast milk nodded: "Then what are we waiting for?"

"call him!"

Although the two lowered their volume, Levin is a superhuman.

His ears are more sensitive than ordinary people, so he naturally heard the conversation between the two of Frankie.

With his back to the two of them, he took out his phone, wrote a text message and sent it.

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"Hello, your ice cream."

"Please enjoy."

In an ice cream truck, Butcher, in his waitress uniform, took off his hat and threw it on a nearby table.

"I've had enough."

"I don't want to sell ice cream anymore."

Storm chewed gum, put his legs on the table: "Why, isn't this suitable for you?"

"is it?"

"But why do I feel that selling ice cream doesn't seem to be able to bring down the people of the motherland?"

The bearded man came over, slapped off the foot of the storm, and sat down at the table.

Storm spread his hands: "It is impossible, but it can deceive people's eyes and ears."

"And, we have to wait now, don't we?"

"Don't forget, the CIA doesn't buy your account anymore."

"Poor Butcher is now an unwanted stray dog."

"So I guess, before that girl from Starlight gave us Chemical 5."

"Yes, you can only be very wronged, very pitiful and continue to sell your ice cream."

No sooner had the storm spoken than Butcher's cell phone rang.

He took it out to look at it, and then said, "I'll answer the phone."

The bearded man left the ice cream truck and only answered the phone after confirming that the storm was out of hearing.

"Butcher, miss us?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Butcher heard French's voice.

The bearded man showed a sly smile and said, "Why, Frankie, you finally remembered your father and I'm here?"

The Frenchman over there smiled and said, "Go to hell, Butcher."

"Don't say you don't know we escaped."

"You didn't come to us, that's enough."

"Did you forget who we were arrested for?"

Butcher took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff: "Don't worry, good boy."

"Father also wants to find you, but I'm worried that the group of seven is spying on you."

"understand?"

Someone snatched the phone at this time, and then the sound of breast milk rang.

"Damn it, Butcher."

"I don't care what method you use, you have to help us return to normal life!"

"This is what you owe us!"

Butcher was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll try my best."

"I'll tell you when I have news."

"Is this your new phone?"

"Won't be tracked?"

Frankie grabbed the phone again and said, "Don't worry, I've installed anti-tracking software, and nothing will happen."

"Then wait for good news from Dad." Butcher hung up the phone.

Then back to the ice cream truck.

"I'm going out."

"Don't ask me where I'm going, I won't tell you."

After speaking, Butcher took off his uniform and left.

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Congressman Victoria Newman got out of the car with a tired body and walked towards the gate.

She was recently running an election that had her working late almost every day before being able to get home.

And every time she came home, her daughter went to bed early.

Victoria had forgotten how long she hadn't communicated with her daughter.

But life is like this. When you choose a career, you must ignore your family.

Victoria opened the door, walked into the living room, and suddenly heard someone say something.

"You look busy."

Victoria was startled when the lights came on and she saw a man sitting in the living room.

Azu.

Although she was not wearing a combat uniform, Victoria still recognized the motherlander at a glance.

Azu raised his hand between his lips, made a 'silence' gesture, and pointed to the ceiling.

"Your daughter is already asleep. She is so beautiful. This has inherited your advantages."

Victoria suddenly said nervously, "What did you do to her?"

Azu shrugged his shoulders: "What did I do?"

"I just glanced at her across the ceiling."

"Don't worry, your daughter is healthy."

"Sleep soundly now, if you don't wake her up."

Only then did Victoria feel relieved, and then looked at Azu: "People from the motherland, what do you want?"

Azu laughed, and pointed a finger at Victoria.

"Your words are too easy to be misunderstood."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, and I won't hurt your children."

"I consider myself a reasonable person."

"So what's going on with you helping me track down the storm?"

Victoria showed an apologetic expression: "I have tried my best."

"But, I can't find her."

"Have you tried your best?" Azu smiled.

Victoria nodded: "Yes, I have exhausted all the methods I know."

"Please trust me, people of the motherland."

"I've done everything I can."

Azu stood up, walked towards Victoria, and said with a smile, "So, it looks like you haven't done enough, dear Victoria."

Victoria couldn't help but backed away, with a complicated expression, hesitating whether to activate her ability.

Just then, she heard a voice: "Mom, are you back?"

Do not!
Victoria turned her head in horror and saw her daughter coming out.

"Do you have any guests?"

"Yes, I am your mother's friend."

Azu had already walked over, crossed Victoria, and came in front of her daughter Zooey.

"Hello, Zoe."

"I'm your Uncle John."

(End of this chapter)