Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"Then you have misunderstood—I know the main police officer in charge of chasing cars, Sheriff Aiken, a well-known car chaser in Lankawu, a group of street racing gangs that disturbed the people a few years ago was taken down by the sheriff alone .”

"Then what's going on?"

Bond and Hoover looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

"Don't tell me, it's quite evil-someone talked to the sheriff afterwards, and the sheriff said that every time the off-road vehicle of an unknown model would suddenly pull away when he was about to catch up, the acceleration and High horsepower doesn't want to be a heavy off-road vehicle at all."

"It is said that the sheriff was overheard in the bar after get off work drinking and muttering that this thing is faster than the latest Formula car in Columbia...."

"Hmm~ So, that lady is sitting in that car?"

Nodding his head, Hoover brought the topic that seemed to be going awry back on track, waiting for the boss in front of him to answer.

"It's not just the lady, sir—guess what jumped out of the driver's seat of that SUV?"

The boss of the casino looked at the Mr. Director in front of him, stretched out his hand and rubbed it in a suggestive way...

"Here you are—Mr. Greedy, you'd better finish the story before I get upset."

Hoover raised his eyebrows and took out another roll of big bills and stuffed it into the hands of the casino owner——

"Certainly, sir!—I commend you for your generous hand."

Looking at the thick stack of big bills, the boss raised the water he was going to moisten his throat and didn't intend to drink. After carefully putting it in his pocket, he told the two men from the investigation bureau what happened a few days ago without stopping. .

"The off-road vehicle was parked at this location at that time, and the location where we were standing - the police cars of the Lankawu Police were surrounded in darkness, and there were tourists taking pictures beside it."

"Then guess what, a guard in power armor jumped down from the driver's seat, and he was holding a revolver similar to those of the Lateran, and there was a police officer angrily rushing up to drag him down. ..Now it suddenly braked and stopped in place. You didn’t see the police officer’s expression. It’s so interesting.”

"...Power armor? Are you sure, boss? A pair of power armor?"

Hoover and Bond looked at each other strangely, and their expressions became serious.

"I'm sure—it's power armor. Before I got into this business, I was in the Colombian Defense Force for a few years. I've seen that stuff, but I've never seen that model. It seems that the military has developed a new one. Model armor?"

Recalling the armor, the casino owner also noticed something was wrong. He didn't seem to have seen that very tm cool armor at all?

"Hmm... That lady is probably the spokesperson of a large military enterprise or someone from the military—so if you two don't have any status, don't think too much about it, because people look down on us ordinary people."

The boss, who came up with a plausible answer, shrugged at Hoover and Bond.

"Thank you for the information, sir, but we'd like to give it a shot, we're pretty big in the federal government of Colombia.—So what did the lady vote for?"

Shrugging their shoulders, Hoover and Bond raised the danger level of the white-haired lady who hadn't officially met by another level, casually raising the sense of expectation to some extent—after all, the more dangerous an existence, the more rewards can be gained from it. In a sense, the benefits gained are even greater.

"Uh...then I can only wish you, sir, a beautiful woman~ By the way, the lady bet with 18 pure origin stones that tonight's performance is bound to be an accident... tsk tsk , The minds of the big shots are really unpredictable."

The boss who mentioned this seemed a little confused. He looked at the stage not far away and scratched his head inexplicably——

"It looks pretty solid... I have met a charity?"

"Tonight's performance is bound to have an accident... These are 5 pure origin stones, boss, I will buy the same disk as that lady."

Hoover took out a tightly guarded small box, which seemed to be a special container for storing some kind of highly radioactive material.

"Sir... are you sure?"

Originally thought that the two people in front of him were just playing casually, just looking for an opportunity to get close to that beautiful lady, the casino owner's eyes widened, as if he had seen the live God of Wealth...

"Sure, boss, as long as you don't wind up and run away-give me the sign, and the magical off-road vehicle we talked about earlier, do you know its location?"

"It's easy to say, here it is - this is a lottery, my casino is the largest in Blue Cardwood, and local rich people and superstars come to spend every day, I can still afford this source stone chip -"

"As for the off-road vehicle you're looking for? It's parked at the other end of the Avenue of Stars, and you can see it when you walk over. It's a super cool off-road vehicle—I swear even a man would fall in love with it."

...

"Commander, the two guys who have been secretly staring at you just now are heading towards the off-road vehicle..."

【I'm a little busy, Little Yelena ran out of the kitchen in fright... 45 You decide for yourself——】

"Understand~"

Leaning on the street lamp and watching every move of Mr. Hoover and Mr. Bond, a certain tactical figure moved her wrist and began to look for which trash can on the street would be more suitable for the figures of the two Mr. "Peeping Tom". ...

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Chapter 65 Nanomachines, boy!!!

"Er..well, the beautiful lady - I think we can explain...."

A calm voice came from the side of the off-road vehicle, and then stopped abruptly.

5 minutes ago -

The casino owner was right about one thing, that off-road vehicle of unknown model—it was really cool.

It was so cool that the two got carried away admiring the artwork, and began to think about some unrealistic fantasies - such as opening the car door, and then going for a ride.

As two people born in the Bureau of Investigation, prying a car is a kind of handy job in a certain sense, but soon Hoover and Bond faced difficulties in front of this cool vehicle——

This car... doesn't seem to have a keyhole?

"Bond, how about we pry it open?"

Hoover looked at his deputy, and made an opinion that was obviously out of his mind. Of course, this is understandable. The current director of the Bureau of Investigation is indeed just a young man—only four or five years older than Bond. Mr. Edgar Hoover likes a young man who pursues new things deep in his heart.

"This is not very good..."

Seeing the boss who fumbled for the prying tool in his head, the young detective's forehead inevitably twitched.

"What's wrong..."

Mr. Director did not raise his head, and then he got another answer from a strange female voice——

"It's really nothing bad... what do you guys think of the third and fourth trash cans from the left on the right side of the street?"

"I personally think it's quite appropriate."

With a slightly cynical and joking tone, Ms. UMP45 put her hands on the shoulders of the two Bureau of Investigation agents who gathered in front of the car door and whispered to each other——

"Hiss! You tm stuffed a piece of D32 steel on your chest!!!"

Soon, our Director Hoover instinctively turned around and punched Miss UMP45 on the chest.

Of course—the feedback from the pain sensory nerve was also very fast, and the pain of a punch that hit the steel plate directly made the Liboli man gasp...

"...?"

The scene fell into a strange silence for a short while—then, the unbelieving Mr. Hoover resumed his offensive and launched continuous beatings on Miss 45's [Heavy Armor Belt]...

"...Damn it, there's nothing wrong with you."

Mr. Hoover, who received a lot of [fragmentation bullets] and 0 damage prompts, and his hands were about to swell, looked at the calm Miss 45 in front of him, and began to think whether it was still worthwhile to run away——

But before the young Li Boli man could finish his thinking, he was grabbed by the collar by the latter and flew into the air. He drew a beautiful arc in the sky above the center of the street, and flew into the third place from the left on the opposite side of the street. in the trash.

"Nano armor, boy--and I've written down the account you scolded me about the steel plate."

Ms. 45, who gave a middle finger to the Li Boli man who was thrown upside down in the trash can, looked at another Mr. Bond who realized that something was wrong and was about to run away——

"Boy—are you stuffing yourself in, or am I helping you?"

"Uh... ma'am - we're a federal investigation - wow!"

On the Avenue of Stars, which is already considered a sea of ​​people, another beautiful arc crossed the sky, and fell into another trash can that Miss 45 had reserved for her....

"it is good!"

The two precise "shooting" and the trapeze show naturally attracted the attention of passers-by in the surrounding area. It is also a good choice to enjoy a performance-style street showdown as an appetizer before the grand magic show begins.

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"Oh...damn..."

The two men who had been in the trash can for a long time were finally pulled out by passers-by who had had enough fun, and they were slapping the dust and garbage on their bodies at a corner of the street at the moment——

At least two members of the Bureau of Investigation have one thing to be thankful for—the gray-haired woman with strange strength at least threw them into the dry trash instead of some weird-smelling kitchen waste.

"....Why does that young lady have such ridiculous strength?"

After tidying up his appearance, Mr. Bond recalled everything that had just happened in confusion. He still couldn't understand how he and the director were thrown into the garbage from across the street by a beautiful girl with skinny arms and legs. box.

"Power armor...the lady is wearing a form-fitting power armor or exoskeleton - and has absolutely nothing to do with the Colombian military...is there anyone in the military developer who can put power armor on Make it so small that it can be covered by ordinary clothes."

Hoover came to a conclusion that was in line with his knowledge - throwing an adult male directly into the air was not a common thing even for the Sakaz of Kazdaele.

"It's nothing——Commander, it's just a car thief. I threw it into the trash can...No, they are very good. After a few punches, I still don't feel anything. I saw the expression of the thief on the opposite side. It's almost smashed to pieces."

A voice that should be very familiar by now came from the side of the two men who were discussing... The ruthless man who threw the two big men as chickens was standing near Hoover and Bond at the moment, with dark golden eyes From time to time, I glanced at the two disgraced and unlucky people around me...

"...cough cough cough, I want to make a point—oh!"

Just when Director Hoover cleared his throat and was about to save some face for himself and his subordinates, Miss UMP45, who had finished talking with Miss Alice, punched the latter on the bridge of the nose.

"It's not eldest sister, are you crazy?!"

Unprepared to be hit hard again, Mr. Director immediately cried out in pain——

"Really? Brat, do you want to think about where you hit me just now, and what evaluation did you give?"

Miss 45, twisting her wrist, squinted at Li Boli's man in front of her...and the latter muttered in disbelief——

"It wasn't there.... I'm so sorry, my dear lady!"

Hoover, who originally wanted to be stubborn, looked at the wall on the right that was punched through by Miss 45. After comparing the hardness of his head and the wall, he decisively chose to admit it.

"The commander doesn't have time to see you right now, kid, at least not right now."

"Um... so at least tell us the lady's name?"

Mr. Bond took a gulp and asked...

"Alice, you just need to address the commander as Ms. Alice or Your Excellency...I don't care if you are the FBI or the Federal Tax Service, boy—don't bother us if you have nothing to do."

"Ahem... Miss, if possible, I would like to talk to that lady. As the director of the FBI, in Columbia, I may be able to provide that lady with something that Mr. Duck can't provide." privilege."

Before UMP45 was about to turn around and leave, Mr. Chief spoke out his conditions or big cakes at the fastest speaking speed in his life, and successfully made the tactical doll stop his footsteps...

"I will tell you - well, yes! If you do have the ability you said, then congratulations, sir, you will be able to prove it right away..."

"Uh... what do you mean?"

Looking at Miss 45, who seemed to have received some instructions and was looking at herself with the eyes of a victim, Director Hoover and Mr. Bond swallowed subconsciously...

"The performance on the Avenue of Fame will soon turn into a farce - and the commander hopes that you can resolve some small unpleasantness from Columbia or Blue Cardwood officials afterwards..."

"Because the performer and the troublemaker are old friends of the commander, can you understand?"

45 raised his wrist and twisted it...

"Okay...okay! No problem with the decision, ma'am!"

With the mentality that it's all about favors anyway, and it's not about what to do, the two unlucky guys from the Investigation Bureau immediately agreed to Miss 45's commission.

Chapter 66 I don't understand, but I'm shocked.

"Boss, do we really want to do that? Help a group of dangerous people who don't know the details wipe their asses?"

Bond, who was standing on the side of the street, leaned over and lit a cigarette for his boss. The two big men whose scalps were numb from the torment just leaned on the corner of the street, smoking a cigarette and chatting casually——

"I'm sure, Bond—"

Hoover, who took a deep breath of cigarette to calm down his mind again, seemed to have figured something out and nodded seriously to his companion.

"I do have this hunch, Bond - that young organization of the Bureau, if it gets the help of that lady, it will become one of the pinnacles of power and discourse in Colombia..."

"Well, maybe even an exaggeration, Bond - we at the FBI will be the invisible president of Colombia."

Witnessing the mysterious means of Ms. Alice and the extraordinary skills revealed by her guards, Mr. Director, who was still a little hostile to that lady, is now thinking about how to cooperate with the boss to gain some benefits.

"Well, you have the final say, boss."

Bond shrugged, and added after thinking of something——

"If only the Bureau of Investigation could give me a new set of equipment—Congress doesn't even want to grant us a standard set of power armor, and they even find reasons to say that we, a group of investigative agents, want power armor, not special forces. .”

"It'll be all right, Bond—if only I can persuade the lady to become our patron."

"Although it's a bit cold water - but we already have a letter of appointment signed by the president himself, Director. But what we have received, there are still many obstacles from external and internal obstacles."

"That means nothing, Bond - the paper locked up in the bureau's vaults only gives us the freedom to move and enforce law in the states of Columbia."