Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"It won't give us any equipment, and the military won't give us much of its production. It won't give us much money, either. The thugs in Congress won't be willing to spend any money beyond the budget."

"The source stones just now are all our expenses for the second half of the year——Bond."

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Bond immediately choked when he heard Hoover's words, and he looked at his superior in disbelief, with a look of hell——

"Secretary, are you serious, you have filled in all our funds for the second half of the year??!"

"Don't worry——Bond, we've won this bet. I've been staring at the casino owner just now. The only one who bought the same bet with us is Ms. Alice, and the person who bought other possibilities is Quite a few."

"Many of them also use the pure origin stone as a bargaining chip."

"Don't talk about the funding for the second half of the year - I'm afraid I can win back the funding for the next ten years to the Investigation Bureau tonight..."

"Uh, this doesn't comply with the regulations, right? Director..."

Seeing that the popularity in the distance is still undiminished, even attracting many celebrities and wealthy businessmen to take inventory, the corner of Mr. Agent's mouth twitched.

"Isn't your Colombian gambling income considered legal income?"

Before Hoover could explain further, Miss UMP45, who had left before, came back from a stroll at some point and stood beside the two, looking at the two in front of them with strange expressions.

"That's right, it's just like what this lady said—Bond, in Colombia, gambling money is legal income!"

"Just pay taxes~"

Looking at the excited Hoover, Miss 45 added mercilessly.

"Oh yeah... pay the taxes, pay the taxes, the IRS—we sure can't pay the taxes in the name of the FBI, even if I say it's a bet, those congressional rice bugs sure I won’t believe it, and will find more reasons to deduct our original activity funds.”

Mr. Director, who was reminded by Miss 45, walked back and forth on the street anxiously, and then he noticed the armband on Miss 45's right hand...

——The eagle wings and long swords that originally represented the Forerunner Guards were replaced by an inverted triangle logo, and a tall tower that was also hung upside down was waving in the inverted triangle.

【ENDFIELDINDUSTRIES】

A line of Colombian script is clearly printed on it.

"Hmm...End Industries, respected lady, is this the propaganda organization that the forces you represent claim to be?"

Hoover, who was slightly stunned, immediately reacted. He seemed to have thought of some feasible idea immediately, and looked at the tactical figure in front of him with some expectation.

"That's right, the final military industry or the final industrial complex—whatever you call it."

UMP45 nodded as a matter of course

"So...is it already registered in Colombia?"

Mr. Director immediately asked a question.

"Of course—just yesterday."

"That's great-cough cough cough, I mean, if the lady is willing, I can put the income in her business name, and then she will donate it to the investigation bureau as a patron, of course!! It's not for nothing Please Miss Alice—”

"All future equipment suppliers of the FBI will be assigned to the military enterprises of End Industries, which will open up the Colombian government agency market for that lady's business, and that lady can also collect part of the fees from this huge sum of money. as a deposit."

"Ma'am, you need to know that Colombia's military industry has been occupied by several other giants, and a new company like yours will definitely be suppressed or even hostilely acquired by those giants-the platform of the Bureau of Investigation can reduce these troubles for you. "

"I'll tell the commander—as for the malicious suppression and acquisition? You don't have to worry about that, sir."

“We have a thousand ways to make them crash their stock price, get mired in public opinion, or shut down production—an unexpected bombing of a major factory, several political and internal company sex scandals, even instigating a Workers' march...."

UMP45 talked about all kinds of methods to make competitors suffer, and then paused——

"Or let's simply shoot the head of the opponent's CEO from a distance - business wars are sometimes simpler than we think, Mr. Director."

"Um...you know I'm the director of the FBI, right?"

Bombings, kidnappings, assassinations, parades, public opinion attacks... Mr. Hoover, who was appointed by the president and prepared to build the FBI not long after he took office, showed a shocked expression on his face.

"So you learned it, boy?"

UMP45 glanced at the young man in front of him——

"Ahem, ahem, I have learned it, and I will definitely be able to use it next time... But ladies, you are not afraid of the Bureau of Investigation—"

"You need us, young man—the Bureau needs us, not the Endgame needs the Bureau...We're in the same boat, or rather, the Colombian FBI director volunteered to board the Ships of the End Industries."

Some gentle lady interrupted Hoover——

"Hey, Commander? Didn't you go back to rest?"

Accompanied by the gathering of ice-blue light particles, a woman's body was formed in front of everyone—and in the woman's arms, there was a white-haired Custer girl who looked around curiously.

"I have no interest in being involved in a prank explosion between old friends, 45... Also, Mr. Edgar Hoover, right? I accept your proposal - but the specific cooperation matters, I I think we’ll discuss it later.”

Alice greeted several people politely, then turned her head to look at the grand stage lit up in the distance——

【ladies and gentlemen!Welcome to witness the grand performance of the greatest magician of this century!I'm Wei Wei, the magic king from the Twilight Era, the owner of the Spiral Workshop!Let's start cheering now-! ! ! 】

A certain great magician's doomed show is about to begin.

Chapter 67 Concentrated drinks, referring to collapsing fluids

"5..."

"4..."

"Uh...what are you counting ma'am?"

Bond and Hoover looked at this white-haired lady with a strange way of waiting... There was curiosity that couldn't be hidden...

"Quiet, young man....3."

"Uh... ok..."

Bond and Hoover, who were gestured to silence by Alice, immediately closed their mouths, and looked curiously in the direction Alice was looking at...

"twenty three..."

"Now it's up to me—the great magician Wei Wei! Bring the magic of the new generation to everyone in Lankawu!"

"twenty three..."

Alice's voice was unmoved, she didn't seem to be moved by Wei Wei's contagious voice——

"Today, I will redefine what is called - magic!"

"twenty three..."

BOOM——

Under Alice's expressionless gaze, a violent explosion occurred in the building facing the stage - the residence where the Forerunners stayed in Lankawu...

A mass of gray liquid seemed to have found a trajectory in the violent explosion and flew to Alice and the others with a lot of money, and then quickly gathered into a girl with silver hair and blue pupils. The gray wind mini version appeared here In front of everyone.

"Uh... Boss, I tried my best? You saw it too, the kitchen was blown up until now..."

The nanorobot aggregate that landed quickly sold a cuteness to Miss Alice, and said that he had tried his best.

"Ah... Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Hui."

Alice, who touched the top of Xiaohui's head, looked at the two FBI agents behind her...

"The rest is to trouble the two conductors to maintain order at the scene?"

"Ahem, no problem, ma'am—as a partner, the Bureau of Investigation will not let you down!"

In one day, he witnessed enough magic of the lady in front of him. Hoover took off his hat to Miss Alice, and led Bond to rush towards the chaotic crowd and the battered police.

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"Miss Wilwee, is she okay? Boss."

"...can't die, probably."

Alice, who witnessed what happened in the whole process, came to a conclusion after simple thinking——

The violent directional explosion blasted through the outer wall of the kitchen that isolated the street. Through the eyes of Archon Superman, Alice witnessed a black object flying out at supersonic speed from the smoke and avalanche.

It's probably some kind of kitchen utensil like a pan, with some kind of goo on it, I don't know if it's green or purple, I don't know if it can be called food...

The frying pan that was thrown out of the cannon naturally hit the unsuspecting Ms. Wei Wei who was heating up the atmosphere of the scene, and ruthlessly smeared the latter's face and put a coma buff on the latter.

"Where's the doctor and Virgil? They should be fine, right? Little Gray."

Seeing Wei Wei who was about to put on a "don't stop" pose on the stage, Alice shrugged helplessly, and began to ask the instigators of the explosion scene——

"Boss, you can tell by looking at my body that has shrunk by half that the doctor and the kid are fine~"

Miss Gray Wind, who watched her shorten a circle, put on a mournful expression, as if she was very dissatisfied with her high-intensity shrinkage.

"...?"

"I'm starting to wonder what the hell the Doctor did... that blows up half your body mass?"

Alice, who heard Xiao Hui's words, showed a strange expression and looked at the smoking houses and the chaotic crowd in the distance...

"Um... I remember the doctor poured some emerald green liquid into the pressure cooker... It looks like green green apple soda? Anyway, the color is pretty pretty."

"And when she put the lid on, the alarm on my body received a lot of super high-energy warnings....?"

Gray Wind tilted his head, recalling everything that happened not long ago...

"..."

"Did the doctor say what that is...?"

She had roughly guessed what it was, but Alice, who seemed to be a little unbelieving, asked a question... She seemed to have some doubts about where Mebius got this thing from.

"Dr. Mebius said that when you were sleeping, Boss, he sneaked into your room and found the secret seasoning from the bedside table...and said that everyone who used it gave good reviews?"

"So what is that boss...why is there a high-energy explosion?"

Gray Feng casually assimilated and swallowed the fire hydrants and street lamps by the roadside into his body, gradually bringing his height back to the girlish level, and looked at Alice in front of him with a question mark on his face...

"That...that is collapse fluid..."

Alice touched her chin, her face was a little stiff and puzzled, and she seemed to be wondering why there was such a thing in her bedside table...

"Collapse fluid... Boss, why do you put such a dangerous thing in the bedside table?!"

Upon hearing this term, Huifeng showed a shocked expression——

"No wonder I have so much stamina when I swallow the pressure cooker into my body..."

"I don't know... the bedroom on the Hyperion was not prepared by myself - Kiyana, when she was building this big toy, prepared a lounge with strong personal characteristics for all the consuls .”

"I think it was put in at that time... I never rested in that bedroom in the last era, and I didn't check that bedroom...."

Alice shook her head——

"It seems like it's time to notify 416 that they go to the ship for a safety inspection... Commander, you even have collapsible liquid on your bedside table. I can't even imagine what other consuls have in their bedrooms..."

The corner of 45's mouth twitched, and he began to think about what horrors the members of Team 404 would find in different bedrooms.

"Hmm... If you put it this way, the thing you saw just now shouldn't be a frying pan...?"

Alice, who seemed to have thought of something, looked at Wei Wei, who seemed to be gradually regaining consciousness on the stage...

The latter unconsciously grabbed the pressure cooker lid that was slapped on his face. Although it is still a question why the lid survived the violent collapse reaction...

However, this does not prevent Ms. Weiwei, who is also the consul of ancient human civilization, from grabbing it and subconsciously licking it...

[What is this, take a lick——]

"That thing is the reaction residue of the collapsing fluid, isn't it? Commander."

Looking at Wei Wei who was licking the lid of the pot not far away, UMP45 elbowed his own commander...

"Bad news...45, that's a mixture of unvolatile collapsing fluid and unknown objects in the pressure cooker..."

"...And what about the good news, Commander?"

"The good news is that the unknown combination seems to have made the collapse liquid lose its strong radioactivity...these Colombian civilians nearby can survive..."

"Only Ms. Weiwei has had two unlucky times??"

"Ah, only her."

Miss Alice shrugged.

Chapter 68 The fateful war between the flying man and the flying machine man!