Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Director Hoover frowned equally puzzled—maybe it's time for him to reevaluate his partner...

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"You've got me in trouble, Miss Dandley."

Perika Tarkin stood on the heights of New Alaska Industrial City, staring at a Javelin-class destroyer that was slowly landing in the distance on the edge of a building that looked like a Babel version.

Judging from its model, this pioneer warship that can travel in the atmosphere is roughly an old antique that was dragged out of a certain storage warehouse and rebuilt before being employed. For the visiting guests, this thing is indeed shocking enough.

"What is this... a show of force before we even meet?"

"Well, Miss Governor, you look troubled?"

The artificial intelligence projection called Dandelai was projected next to Perika, seeming a little confused.

"Today, End Industries is here to meet with two guests, partners of the Archon in this country—but they don't know our true identities."

Frowning as she looked down at Hoover and Bond, who looked like country folk entering the city, Perica began to think about whether to explain, to deceive, or to take out a pen and flash it at these two unlucky men. Turn on the white light and directly perform an efficient memory deletion....

"Well, if that's the case, you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing this, Dandelai shook his head.

"Oh? What do the chief consuls think?"

Perika turned around and looked at Dandelai in front of her—the answer from the artificial intelligence made Miss Governor quickly think of the Grand Consul lady.

"Consult Alice has instructed Governor Perika to tell the two guests the truth about our identity - we need the real influence and connections of these descendants in the local area."

"Understood...by mobilizing the complex contacts and relationships of these younger generations, to clear up and eliminate those heresies in all aspects..."

"That's only part of it, Miss Governor."

Dandelai shook his head.

"Well—the Federal Bureau of Investigation, one of Colombia's newly established violent agencies, has received a large amount of sponsorship from the end industry, so that's the case, the auxiliary army—Ms. Alice has already begun to think about these... "

Perika looked at Dandelai with a little confusion.

"Your Excellency, after all, no matter how powerful our fighters are, in today's comprehensive environment, we have indeed lost the advantage of "local combat", even if this is our home planet."

"Understood...but will they accept it?"

Perika looked down at Director Hoover and Agent Bond who were still looking around, observing the novelty.

"In the words of Ms. Alice, the director of the Colombian FBI is a smart man with vision and vision - he will make the right choice."

"Hmm - learning how to take sides can indeed be considered a smart person."

"Okay, it's time to meet our future partners - if they really finish looking around the city, it will probably be night."

Perika stood up and ended the conversation, and Hoover and Bond below had already grabbed a passing self-discipline machine and started tossing...

—and Miss Governor was going to be there before they tossed the poor little thing into thinking he was threatened and ready to blow himself up.

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Chapter 1 Jumping back and forth between Yanguo Roast Duck and Laoya Pot

"Cough cough cough - what is this..."

In the end, Governor Perika came a step late. Under the watchful eyes of the Governor—he once again experienced a throw in the air, and the director and Bond who crawled out of the trash can turned out of the trash can without image. ...

"Miss Dandelai, in theory, shouldn't those self-disciplined robots only explode themselves? Have you updated their version again?"

Looking at the nearby jellyfish-shaped self-disciplined machine that seemed to hear a whirring sound, punched a few times with its mechanical tentacles, and gave a middle finger to the two barbarians who were torturing themselves, Perika's expression was distorted. stand up.

"Hmm... Back then, I saw the great consul Mr. Su and Ms. Hua's boxing skills. I established a set of data models and optimized them for these little guys."

Dan Delai's projection waved at the self-disciplined jellyfish who "demonstrated" against the two naive savages—the latter flew over very obediently and saluted the two bosses with tentacles. A military salute.

"..."

Seeing this somewhat funny self-discipline machine, Ms. Perika could only twitch the corners of her mouth, and looked at Hoover and Bond who were grinning not far away. The latter had just been thrown over the shoulder by this little jellyfish self-discipline machine Into the trash can.

"It looks like you guys do feel the difference between New Alaska and other Columbia cities...Mr. Edgar Hoover."

"I'm Perika Tarkin—the official administrator of New Alaska."

Judging from the incredulous expression on Mr. Hoover's face, Director of the FBI, Li Boli, who looked like a young girl, gave her welcome speech.

"Wait, I know you - Ms. Perika, a former member of Congress."

"Oh? But I haven't seen you."

Perika's eyebrows were raised, and she seemed a little surprised.

"Your attacks on corruption and weakness in Congress were not in vain. After you left office, the current President approved the scrutiny bill that gave birth to us, the FBI."

"Oh, interesting . . . but . . . now you're calling me Ms. Governor, Mr. Commissioner. I'm wondering what those fat-brained fellows will look like when they see me again."

The corner of Governor Perika Takin's mouth curled up into a somewhat playful smile.

"Uh...."

Mr. Hoover's brain was running rapidly, and he suddenly remembered something——

The Alaska region is divided into states according to the official laws of Columbia—although in the past it was proposed several times to abolish the institutional system because it was frequently harassed by the northern region, but as the end industry took over the transformation and development of this place, this proposal was natural It doesn't make sense either.

"I think they're going to have a great look - the governor."

Hoover shrugged—even in Columbia, the congressmen and the president in the capital have to look at the faces of these governors who have real power.

Although it is probably impossible for the lady in front of her to put a bad face on the President, it is probably something even a fool would want to get rid of the face of those members of the Senate who did not deal with her.

"In addition, I remember all the matters of the end industry. Ms. Alice should have entrusted Mr. Yajue with carte blanche...Why did you appear here in the end?"

"Duck Jue? It's here."

As if mentioning some annoying guy, Perika wrinkled and took out a duck from the coat she was wearing, and looked at the duck who had lost the protection of the coat with a look that wanted to kill the duck. Catch a quilt duck.

"As you can see, this guy is the ultimate lazy dog ​​in a sense - if you want we can have pot roast in the evening."

Due to the face of a certain grand consul and the fact that the duck had worked so hard for the pioneer civilization, Ms. Perika finally stuffed the sleeping duck back into the coat instead of the casserole.

"Uh.....Okay."

Looking at Master Duck who was still pinched by Perika, Hoover wiped the icy cold sweat from his forehead.

"So down to business, Ms. Perika?"

"Let's go—I know you have many doubts, Mr. Director, you will get the answer you want."

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Skipping across the street, the group with a clear goal soon arrived at the center of New Alaska City, the tower where Perika was before——

"This thing is really high..."

Mr. Bond expressed his thoughts about this obelisk in simple words——

"Going away...gentlemen."

...

On the aisle walls inside the tower, there are some murals that Hoover can understand but can't understand——

Murder, strife, confrontation, understanding, and even unity seem to come from an unknown history in the distant past. The characters in the murals look human, but they don't have the iconic animal features of the Terra people today.

"Hmm... what are these? Ms. Perika."

The director naturally raised his own doubts.

"That's the past, the most distant past of the planet under our feet... Shouting out loudly in the wilderness of civilization, but not a trace of the reverberating past—"

"It is also the past that some people choose to search for and create that ray of light all their lives."

Perica walked into the elevator and motioned for the others to follow her, and she opened her mouth to answer.

The G-force brought by the super-high-speed rise of the elevator was offset by extraordinary technology, so that Hoover and Bend, as ordinary people, did not feel any discomfort. During this short leisure time, Edgar Hoover proposed Another question -

"The past...is our human past?"

.....

"not ours."

After a brief silence, Perika gave him a different answer...

"You...and us?"

Before Hoover could discern the deep meaning from this sentence, the opened elevator door gave him the answer——

"Or the forerunner, and the successor—"

The governor, who stepped out of the elevator, turned to look at the guests behind her, and the office behind her was playing a holographic projection at this moment—a holographic image from the golden courtyard of the city in the air.

"Ms. Alice Saleh, the Grand Consul, told me that although you are young, you are smart enough, have a vision, and have your own creed, so we decided to show you these, from a corner of the distant past."

"Should I say....ridiculous, or should I say incredible - Ms. Perika?"

In the sky city in the projection, a huge battleship is being reborn, and the main gun that almost penetrates the entire hull is being slowly assembled——

"Perhaps you could change the description, Chief Hoover."

Perika pulled away from her own seat and sat on the office chair.

"This is an invitation letter from 10 years ago, and it is an honor to send it to you 10 years later."

The battleship that was witnessed above the city seemed to have completed its supplies and took off again, preparing to rush to the distance——

The huge hull of the spaceship passed by the window, allowing the two men to see clearly the logo painted on the upper deck of the former - the sword and eagle wings.

That is the imprint that can only appear in the ruins of the ancients.

"Where is that ship going?"

"The place you saw in the projection just now is the Golden Garden of the Sky City."

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"Ahem... what will happen if I turn around and run now, Ms. Perika?"

After being woken up by a big-eared melon seed from the Forerunner warship that took off, Mr. Hoover, who regained his composure, made a small joke, as if he wanted to ease the serious atmosphere.

"It's a kilometer from the ground, and there's no way to go back and forth except the elevator, unless you jump from here—of course, I don't think you can fly even if you're Ribery, Mr. Hoover."

Perika told the latter how to leave here with a serious face.

"Ahem, ahem, you are serious, ma'am—can I think that the Bureau of Investigation strapped on the biggest thick leg in all of Terra?"

"As you please, Mr. Hoover—of course, please don't make any publicity."

Miss Perika shook her head, thinking of something to warn the latter. .

"Of course, secrecy is nothing new—then, what does that Ms. Alice, or Ms. Perika, need from our Bureau of Investigation?"

The man shrugged his shoulders, expressing his understanding...but there seemed to be some resignation and small complaints in his frown and tone...

"Haha...relax, Mr. Director, Endland Industries will fulfill the contract you signed with Lady Alice. And I...I need your help to remove some evil things that should not exist from this world. Disappear - of course! I will also promise you some extra benefits."

In a sense, the Miss Governor, who forcibly tied the former to the boat, shook her head helplessly, and made another promise to the man; The battle records of the sacrificial field were pushed to the Liboli man in front of him.

"Come and see this...Mr. Hoover, it's good for Columbia."

Chapter 1 Your ancestral grave has been poached, little Virgil

"The director of the Colombian FBI agreed to our invitation, and I managed to make them aware of the dangers hidden in the country he is loyal to. Ms. Alice—how is the situation on your side?"

"Have you found the positions of the two consuls?"

On the screen, I felt that Perika was reporting the situation on the Colombian side in an orderly manner, and expressed concern about the situation on the Alice side.

"Good job, Governor Perika—what extra did you promise them?"

"An anti-gravity spaceship technology, or in other words, that Mr. Director got an order for an aircraft carrier from me for free - it's not something that has a high technical content, their origin stone engine No matter how much technology breaks through, we can still do something similar...the bricks can fly with great force."

"By the way, the director is indeed an interesting person - in fact, after I told the Liboli man our identities, he was shouting in his heart that he had made a lot of money, but he still made a mistake and was forcibly kidnapped by us. He got on the boat, frowning slightly and looking a little embarrassed, until I promised him some extra benefits."

Seems to have thought of something interesting, Perika added.

"Understandable demands, Governor Perika - seize every opportunity you can. There are not many people like this... but if you are willing to spend a while with him, he will probably Give up this idea quickly and you'll save the cost of a spaceship."

"After all, we are the one with the advantage..."