I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 260 A Series
Office of the Secretary of Defense.

The atmosphere is tense.

Although Wilson knew that the natives of the motherland might not play their cards according to the routine, and they might even attack themselves.

So he transferred Ryan over, but he still didn't expect that Azu didn't say a single extra word.

Once you come, you have to settle the video issue yourself, otherwise you have to change the federal minister of defense.

So domineering!

At this moment, Wilson sat still.

He has his hands on his lap, just above his right hand, with a concealed button under the desk.

As long as you touch it, the security department of the Ministry of National Defense Building will ring the alarm, and within 1 minute, a strictly trained armed team will arrive.

But Wilson didn't move.

Because 1 minute is enough for the people of the motherland to kill themselves several times.

"People from the motherland, do you know what you are talking about?"

After a minute of silence, Wilson spoke.

"You're threatening a federal official."

"You want the Federation to wipe your ass for you!"

"Don't you think your request is too much?"

Azu picked up the photo of Wilson and other officials, glanced at it, and put it back.

"I admire your courage."

"Mr. Wilson."

"But if you thought that little guy in the house could protect you, you'd be wrong."

Azu was no fool. When he came to the Ministry of Defense building, he had already scanned the situation in Wilson's office.

It was discovered that there were two people hiding in Wilson's private room, and one of them turned out to be the original owner's son Ryan.

When Azu found him, he had already greeted Edgar a hundred times in his heart.

That old nigger told a big lie.

Originally, he was not the only one who knew where Becca's mother and son were. Now that Wilson brought Ryan into the office, he either wanted to use the power of this little native to fight against him, or he wanted to use Ryan's identity to threaten him.

pity.

Unbeknownst to Wilson, inside the Motherlander was the soul of a man from another universe.

No matter what kind of calculation Wilson had, it was doomed to fail from the very beginning.

After being told by Azu, Wilson couldn't help but have a hard look on his face.

After thinking quickly, Mr. Minister said, "Okay, I agree to your request."

"I'll fix this."

Azu put his hands behind his back, walked up to Wilson, and said with a smile, "Then we will still be good friends."

Then the figure disappeared into the office at once, and left with 'teleportation'.

Only then did Wilson relax.

He felt that now was not the time to tear up his face with the people of the motherland.

Moreover, although Ryan has abilities similar to his father, he has not experienced actual combat.

It is unrealistic for him to fight against the motherland as soon as he comes up.

Think again.

Wilson still intends to give up using that video to bring down the natives.

The door of the room opened.

The officer led Ryan out, the eight-year-old boy clenched in fists, his eyes glowing red.

"Is he the one who killed my mother?"

Wilson nodded.

Ryan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to kill him!"

It pleased Wilson to see the boy's hatred of his countrymen, which was exactly what he wanted.

"There is a chance."

"but not now."

Wilson said seriously: "You are still young, there is a big gap between you and him."

"And he's battle-hardened."

"If you want revenge, you have to study hard."

"I will find the best teacher for you."

"I will train you to be the 'Guardian' of the Federation!"

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After leaving the Ministry of National Defense, a message floated on Azu's retina.

[Warning: There are still 18 hour and 27 minutes before the disaster event. 】

Disaster event!

Moreover, this time the warning was issued 18 hours in advance.

According to past experience, the longer the warning time in advance, the more catastrophic the event will be.

This is likely to be another big event after the fall of Manhattan!

The corner of Azu's mouth twitched. With his current strength, even if the planet blows up, he still can't die.

He is more curious and looking forward to these disasters.

However, in the previous multiple incidents, after contacting Vera.

Azu has a strong interest in these so-called disaster events and the manipulators behind those multiverse events.

What kind of existence are they?
How does the multiverse work?

In their eyes, everything they have experienced, as well as all the creatures in this universe, is actually a story?
Or a series?

Also, Vera mentioned 'correction'.

That is, those 'administrators' are able to interfere with the multiverse.

if it is possible.

Azu wants to be an 'administrator'.

That is obviously a life form that is far more advanced than any creature in the multiverse!

have this idea.

In addition to the longing for advanced life forms, there is also fear!
Azu was worried that he would be 'corrected' if he was not careful.

But if you can become 'administrator', you don't have to worry about this problem.

It's just that Azu has no clue about how to become an 'administrator' or whether he can become an 'administrator'.

"Still know too little."

Azu muttered.

At this time, he had already returned to the Tower of Seven, and saw a large group of citizens gathering in a haze below.

They surrounded the Tower of Seven, holding various banners and protesting.

"Let the people of the motherland come out!"

"Hand over the murderer!"

"He owes us an explanation!"

Down below, the protesting crowd spotted Azu and pointed at the sky.

"He is coming, the people of the motherland are coming."

Azu thought for a while, then flew down and landed on the stage.

On stage, Ashley, holding a microphone, was taken aback.

She is trying to appease the emotions of the citizens. At this time, it is not a good thing for people from the motherland to appear suddenly.

Ashley was about to persuade Azu to go back to the Tower of Seven, but Azu had already taken the microphone from her, and then walked to the front of the stage and smiled.

"do you know?"

"I've been trying to convince myself."

"Convince yourselves that you are good people, and therefore easily inspired."

"But I found out that I was wrong, and I was terribly wrong."

"You are not kind people at all, you are a bunch of pigs!"

"Your brains are about the size of a walnut kernel."

"So it confuses you to tell right from wrong, and makes you jump out at the slightest verbal provocation."

"Let you share your dissatisfaction with life, dissatisfaction with your boss, dissatisfaction with your wife or husband, dissatisfaction with your parents or your children."

"It's all on me."

"Are you trying to uphold justice?"

"No, you just want to find someone to vent your resentment on."

"You idiots, go home now."

"immediately!"

(End of this chapter)