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Seeing the personnel wearing the vest of the Special Affairs Bureau under the obelisk, the camera turned to take pictures again and again.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Ronan connected, and there was Carolina: "Are you in Washington?"

"I'm here."

"Are you okay?"

Ronan understood what he meant: "I'm fine."

Carolina was not sure, and it was not easy to ask on the phone, so she simply said, "When will you be back?"

Ronan thought for a while: "In a few days."

Carolina didn't ask any more questions, and hung up the phone after a few instructions.

Ronan came to sit on the bench next to him. Carolina thought of the Secret Service, and his thoughts gradually turned to the voodoo cult in Los Angeles.

When I was in Los Angeles, I had a preliminary idea. With the current situation, it seems that the idea can be turned into a plan?

The loom of fate must be destroyed, the function of this thing is too perverted.

If it is said that Ronan specializes in the type of transcendent who is a fraudster, then the loom of fate is his nemesis. The voodoo religion has also linked up with the Continental Hotel and the High Table.

The voodoo sect is short of money, so they might be able to buy it earlier. The problem is that Ronan destroyed their drug trafficking channels and killed an important figure, Mari Raff. to be promoted.

Can the two sides be good friends?

As long as you have enough money.

The problem is that Ronan can't compete with the Continental Hotel even if he fights for financial resources.

The perverted function of the Loom of Destiny is exactly what the Special Affairs Bureau needs. As long as they can't catch Igor and Olof, their interest will only grow when they learn that there is such a thing!

The accident in Washington, not to mention the political loss, the world hegemon can't stand the face alone.

I will definitely not let him go after him.

At this time, Carolina will make a great contribution to reporting the information about Voodoo and the Loom of Destiny to the Special Affairs Bureau.

The Special Affairs Bureau must discuss with the voodoo sect for the loom of fate.

In the style of the American authorities, of course the whole world is mine.

Ronan was thinking, can he profit from it?How to profit from it?

There are also risks, and the loom of fate cannot be left in the hands of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Ronan quickly returned to the newspaper office, received a call halfway, and left early in the afternoon on the grounds of filming and interviewing. He went to the safe house to change his disguise, waved a magazine on U Street in the Northwest District, and called a taxi.

Get in the car, close the doors and windows, glance at the old man driving, Ronan said: "You didn't leave?"

Olov said: "Those things were done by the Russians. I'm an American Dani. What does that have to do with me?"

Ronan agreed with this: "Well said." He asked directly, "What do you want from me?"

Olof said: "He left the United States, let me say thank you, this time he thought he was going to die."

Ronan was not polite at all: "Tell him, he owes me a favor, and he will pay it back in the future!"

Olof frowned and twisted his brows: "How can it be considered that we have lived and died together, is this necessary?"

Ronan said: "One yard is worth one yard. I am poor and alone. I count on favors to make a living."

Olof shuttled through the traffic skillfully: "Can't my book pay off his debt?"

Ronan said: "I agreed that night, I will give you my life and give me the book."

Olov was speechless for a moment. With his own abilities, he had nothing to do with the person behind him. If he denied it, he would definitely let him strangle himself to death!

Ronan asked, "Continue to be promoted?"

Olof said simply: "My promotion ceremony has already begun, and I will wait until it is finished."

Ronan reminded: "Be careful, the Special Affairs Bureau is in charge of this case. As far as I know, they have Tier [-] professionals, some lycanthrope fighters, and countless modern weapons."

Olof nodded: "Thank you, I can't leave, promotion can't be given up halfway."

Ronan turned to ask a few points about the promotion of the criminal system.

Mrs. Olo: "That girl on the bridge is very important to you?"

Ronan replied: "She wants to make barbecue for me, and she wants to serve me. How should I put it, she is a maid."

Olov continued: "It seems that you are used to her existence."

Ronan thought about it, did he?I did not think.

After getting out of the car, Ronan called Jess: "It's me."

The voice over there was filled with joy that couldn't be concealed: "You finally called, I... I thought you wouldn't, no!"

She was incoherent and lost her voice for a moment before saying, "I'm going to New York."

Ronan said, "My business is not over yet."

"I know I know."

Far away in Italy, in the Halle Hotel next to the Vatican, Jess held the phone and said, "When is it convenient for you to go to New York, I'll be waiting for you."

The other side responded, stopped talking, and hung up automatically.

Jess gripped the phone tightly, and her heart instantly relaxed after seeing the Washington news, as long as people are safe.

It doesn't matter anything else, it's the Yankees who bombed.

The bald man knocked on the door and came in, saying, "Miss, madam wants to see you."

Jess got up, went to grandma's room, glanced at the bald man who was following her, and asked, "Sans, how are you?"

Sanz's chin was bare: "It's okay."

Jess nodded and walked through the corridor, suddenly remembering the day they met for the first time, in this corridor, the man kicked Sans, and pressed his head against the wall...

Thinking of this, Jess shuddered and touched her forehead.

Fortunately, there is no disfigurement.

Enter the room at the end of the corridor. There is only Erin Barrett in the room.

"Grandma." Jess sat opposite.

Irene was flipping through the book: "There is no problem with the book. It is the way of promotion in our department. Take it."

Jess asked, "What about you, Grandma?"

Irene's divination eyes flickered: "I'm old, I can't stand the toss, I'm not interested in these things, your grandpa and the others are waiting for me."

She didn't let Jess intervene: "Don't worry, I won't die for a while, you still have a long way to go, I will protect your escape route."

Jess nodded vigorously.

Irene took out two cards from the drawer: "All the things you transferred last time were transferred out. In it, he gave us such a big favor, so I don't want the handling fee. You tell him, Barrett The family can help him resell valuables at any time."

Jess put the card away.

Erin reminded: "Spend the money as it should, and don't trust the Swiss too much. Once the Americans track down Switzerland, they will not be able to withstand the pressure."

Hearing grandma's words, a picture suddenly flashed in Jess's mind, the UBS building was blown up to the sky!

…………

White Room, Oval Office.

Without those colleagues, without those quarrels, General Hawke faced his chief of staff and President Thomas White alone.

Hawke deliberately started with the case: "The captive's brain memory has been irreversibly damaged. Several consultants from the Special Affairs Bureau believe that someone planted and detonated a consciousness bomb for them, blowing up the memory area in a mess."

He further said: "According to the records and the situation learned by the specially appointed consultants, this belongs to the ability of the ancient Gypsy professional system, but the superhuman beings of the Gypsies have been extinct for too long, especially after the targeted massacres of World War II, the so-called Gypsies are also Only the ethnic group name is left."

Thomas is very concerned about his own safety: "Can they cast it on me?"

Hawke pointed his finger: "Will is the best defensive weapon, and if it wants to be effective for a long time, it must be continuously exerted for a long time."

Thomas was somewhat relieved.

Hawke's goal is not the case, and follow up in due course: "Mr. President, we must pay attention to the recovery of magic power! The current emphasis and resource investment are not enough!"

"We have nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, a state-of-the-art air force, and biological weapons laboratories around the world," the chief of staff said.

Hawke has been on the front line all year round, and has also dealt with various tribes in the Middle East with a long history. After the establishment of the Special Affairs Bureau, the cooperation with the CIA has been strengthened, and the intelligence has gradually become smooth: "We are facing some small-scale battles, and we must also dispatch Aircraft carrier? Mr. President, the ancients are waking up! There is definite news that Joan of Arc has communicated with the outside world several times in Paris!"

"I command special operations in the Middle East, and I have seen many incredible situations! In various countries, ancients have appeared one after another! Of course, under the coverage of our firepower, the problem can basically be solved, but the cost is not directly proportional to the gain!"

The chief of staff answered: "America also has ancients."

"Indeed, there are also on our side, but don't overlook a key point!" General Hawke solemnly warned: "America has its own historical particularity. Once the sleeping ancients on this land wake up, they will stand on the side of the United States." ?”

Thomas uttered the famous quote when he spoke: "They are not on the side of America, they are on the opposite side of America!"

The chief of staff answered: "The remaining cancerous tumors of the aborigines! We have given their descendants freedom, and these barbarians should learn to be grateful!"

Hawke is more realistic: "I have jointly analyzed with the chiefs of staff of the Pentagon that the future local small-scale conflicts are very likely to evolve into battles between extraordinary professionals. In terms of combat and special operations, it has an incomparable advantage!"

Thomas said: "Hawk, I have always supported you."

From the day the Special Affairs Bureau was listed, General Hawke was no longer a simple soldier: "Mr. President, I need your greater support! The Special Affairs Bureau needs to separate from the Department of Homeland Security and become an independent department! There is no absolute advantage above, but we can take advantage of the beacon of freedom and democracy and recruit people from all over the world!"

He is more like a politician at this time, using the Washington incident to seek the interests of the Secret Service: "I personally hope that you will initiate a special bill to push Congress to make the Secret Service independent and increase the budget as soon as possible!"

"I'll think about it," Thomas said.

These things are not as important as the election now. He gave the chief of staff a look, and the chief of staff changed the subject: "General, can't the Yellowstone Park be used by us?"

Hawke's face immediately became extremely serious: "Yellowstone Park is underground, maintaining the status quo is always the best choice!"

Thomas' time is limited, and the chief of staff will see off the guests soon.

Hawk came out of the white room and got into the car: "Let's go."

The masked man driving the car said nothing.

Miss Jay, who was on the co-pilot, asked, "General, all right?"

Hawke could tell that the incumbent was not caring enough, and said, "I asked you to contact Garrett Walker, did you get in touch?"

Jay said: "He asked you to meet at night, and you decide the place."

Hawk is no longer a pure soldier: "Find a place and try to keep a low profile."

In a general election year, you can't just press one side.

Jay asked again: "What about the global recruitment plan?"

Hawke asked: "Has Blackwater's compensation been in place?"

"Here we are." Jay said, "It was paid the day before yesterday and is being transferred through a special channel."

Hawke acted resolutely: "As soon as the funds are in place, start a global recruitment plan immediately. Time waits for no one. National security cannot be maintained only by politicians' mouths, and ultimately depends on the guns in their hands!"

As long as the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq continue, the personnel of the soldier system will continue to be cultivated. There are more and more terrorists there, enough to train many powerful subordinates in the actual combat against terrorism.

…………

Afghanistan, Hindu Kush mountains.

The sky has turned dark, in the ruins of a temple.

Dozens of soldiers in desert camouflage gathered quietly. Sergeant Slavt put on a boonie hat and walked to the forefront of the team accompanied by the roadblockers.

This pair of soldiers is tall and burly, with bulging muscles, fierce temperament, and equipped with heavy firepower!

Sergeant Slaft glanced at everyone and said, "You were all scumbags in prison before. There were murderers, robbers, drug dealers, etc. The Special Affairs Bureau gave you a chance to get a new life!"

"You have completed the basic training course, now it's time for actual combat! Five kilometers to the west, there is an Afghan village where hundreds of terrorists are hiding. The task is very simple, kill them all!"

He emphasized emphatically: "No one is allowed to use the enhanced form until the guns in their hands have run out of bullets! You must learn to trust the guns in your hands, it can kill the enemy in the fastest way!"

"have you understood?"

"clear!"

Under Sergeant Slaft's strict training, this team has already established basic discipline.

"Do you still have questions?"