Stop Calling Me!

Director Bartlett turned around and looked at the old man who just came back from outside.

The old man waved his hand and turned away his secretary and bodyguards.

He was wearing a black coat, skinny, barely weighed on his body, and his face was old, but he had a very natural temperament of a superior.

Even in the face of the head of the Anti-Magical Bureau who has leadership-like extraordinary powers, he did not show cowardice, but was rather calm.

Because he is the higher one.

The old man walked to his seat calmly, sat down, and took out a document.

He then looked at the standing chief.

"You're here at last, Bartlett."

Commissioner Bartlett nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone, "So, what's your business?"

"Bartlett, you should be aware that the current situation of the Anti-Magical Bureau is very bad." The old man's tone was calm, but there was a sense of oppression from a superior.

He put on his glasses, took out a document, and read it.

"Member Bout died. The cause of death was assassinated by the other world, and the murderer may have something to do with the Anti-Magical Bureau."

"Member Green's family is under control. If it wasn't for the 'pseudo-god' who deliberately left clues, they might still be under control."

"Congressman John was assassinated in public and failed, then the 'False God' became the second 'sun', and then the 'Primary Fire' appeared...The Anti-Magical Bureau had the opportunity to solve the problem in advance, and finally, And yet bad things happen.”

"By now......"

The old man put down the file and raised his head, looking again at the chief of the Anti-Magical Bureau not far away.

"Parliament has completely lost trust in the Anti-Magical Bureau. Every member of parliament believes that his life cannot be guaranteed. You have made too many mistakes."

The Anti-Magical Bureau has made too many mistakes in less than a month, and their special status has long caused dissatisfaction among many people.

They have always been a special existence, and the backlog of them has finally come.

Bartlett said calmly: "Berland's problem has been resolved."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Bayland was saved."

"But the way you finally solved it was to have someone summon that one? It's like dropping a nuclear bomb directly to put out a fire."

Bartlett no longer argued, and remained silent.

The old man continued: "The budget of the Anti-Magical Bureau will be reduced by [-]% next year."

"We will also set up a new special force, which is mainly responsible for protecting the lives of members of parliament. In the future, not only will the Anti-Magical Bureau handle the affairs of the inner world, but the new special force will also be dispatched."

Bartlett frowned slightly, his tone changed a bit: "A new troop?"

The government does not directly manage the inner world, but the royal family and the Anti-Magical Bureau are in charge. This has been a rule for hundreds of years.

This rule is naturally formulated by the strongest royal family.

It is an absolute monarchy.

The current old man obviously wants to break the long-term weak position of the Nolan government in the inner world, but this is not just a problem with the Anti-Magic Bureau, it will obviously damage the authority of the royal family.

The old man went on to say: "The royal family has approved my idea, Bartlett, I am not asking you whether you agree...just giving you a notice."

Bartlett was silent for a while, and asked:

"Who is the new force responsible for?"

"for me."

The old man replied immediately.

"The newly formed 'Special Countermeasures Unit' will report directly to me."

Chief Bartlett nodded slightly, turned and left.

The old man didn't say a word, just watched the chief leave silently.

Before leaving, Bartlett suddenly turned around and looked at the old man with a serious expression: "Bellland in the future will face even greater challenges. I hope you will not be fooled by power and let the truly important things be destroyed."

-

Inside a villa outside Bayland City.

Byron in a brown coat sat on the sofa with a calm expression, holding an ancient book in his hand.

And not far from him stood a man, wearing a large black windbreaker, with a terrifying scar at the corner of his mouth, unkempt, with an obviously decadent temperament.

He held a cigarette in his hand, but did not light it.

Because in another room, there is another girl who is studying.

Byron closed the book, stared at him, and asked:

"Have you thought it through?"

George nodded, his expression more determined than usual: "Yes, I have already thought about it, and I must go back."

"If there is anyone in this world who can help me find those lost 'connections', only he has the possibility."

"Contact..."

Byron repeated this phrase without stopping his old friends, because he understood the importance of relatives best.

However, is there really a chance to regain the lost contact and severed contact due to the relics of the disaster?

Byron shook his head.

George picked up his unlit cigarette, a determined look on his face.

"I already have a clue."

-

"Write This Down" is playing in the coffee shop, and the hearts of the guests are gradually relaxed along with the music. The tiredness of the day is washed away, and all the restlessness is gone.

Some of the guests were reading the newspaper, which contained a large report on the miraculous celestial phenomena of "Three Days of All-Out", and the news that "the mayor's support rate has risen and he intends to reform Bayland's law enforcement team".

Coke fell asleep behind the bar. Recently, it has become more and more like a cat, and its sleeping time has gradually increased.

With a gentle smile on his face, Shen Yi sat at the table by the window, and in front of him was Chris who he hadn't seen for a few days.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Chris's face was full of panic, with a mournful face.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry that I couldn't complete your task normally."

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of silence, he said in a calm tone: "Did the spiritual water that was given to you not be sold? It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter."

As he said so, he clenched his hands under the table.

Chris shook her head, and continued, "The spiritual water has already been sold. There is an unnamed middle-aged man who took away the spiritual water without hesitation."

It was really sold, Shen Yi's eyes lit up immediately, but Chris didn't finish her sentence.

"However, we encountered a superhuman attack, a superhuman who was brainwashed by a 'false god', the auction was blown up, and the buyer who didn't show up brought money and things directly..."

"Ran."

Chris lowered her voice as she spoke, and lowered her head involuntarily.

Ah this?

Shen Yi forcibly remained calm, not distorting his smiling expression.

"Well, it's just a small thing, you don't have to blame yourself."

He took a deep breath, although he didn't blame Chris, but he did want to knock her head off.

Oh, why am I born to be the life of the poor?Such a miserable thing will happen.

Shen Yi really wanted to cover his face, it was too painful.

Chris said in a low voice: "However, Mr. Shen, the owner of the auction is willing to compensate us for a small part of the loss, and he has sent the money over today."

A small loss?Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"How many?"

Chris said with shame on her face:

"Twenty million."

Twenty million!

Shen Yi's expression froze, and he crashed on his seat.

......

Night falls.

Chris had already left for a long time, and all the guests in the coffee shop had dispersed, leaving Shen Yi alone in the coffee shop.

But he was still in a daze.

The idea of ​​using Chris to exchange money was finally successful. Although it was only partially successful, the purchasing power of [-] million euros was terrifying.

There is no doubt that he has become a rich man.

Shen Yi had to digest this explosive news well.

The news that I have money...

It's really strong.

To Shen Yi, this was much more shocking than incarnating as a god outside the world and successfully saving a city.

"The store should be closed today."

In a trance, Shen Yi turned off the lights in the coffee shop one by one, his expression was a little dazed, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Suddenly, he found an extra white envelope on the bar.

letter?

Why is it here? It didn't seem to be there just now.

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, walked over, and picked up the white envelope.

He subconsciously glanced at the name of the "sender".

Shen Yi immediately shrunk his pupils, feeling unbelievable, and stood there silent for a long time.