my beauty world

Originally, the Special Affairs Bureau harvested some magic gems in the Middle East, but they were robbed in Mexico when the Blackwater Company escorted them.

Five or six people were not interested.

For some people, three cubic meters is a matter of a few suitcases, and some of them are working under their hands.

Valuables can be stored in Swiss banks, which are convenient and safe.

But there are quite a few people who are interested, and seven or eight people picked up the notepad one after another.

Ronan encountered space-type magic equipment again, so he naturally didn't want to let it go, especially looking around.

Jess has many advantages, she is hard-working, has no complaints, and can make money.

A few days ago, the holy crystal I picked up was given away without saying a word.

Ronan thought about giving some rewards, but a scumbag idea popped up at that time...

Rewarding Jess with the money he earns is kind of scumbag.

Ronan picked up a pen and wrote on the pad: Magic Gem!

Soon, someone took away the pad, and the cat mask left with a badge.

After a while, someone came out and came straight to Ronan: "Sir, this way please."

Ronan nodded, handed the groundhog to Jess, and followed them into the room.

The door closed, and there was only one person in the cat face mask, and the badge was placed on the table in front of him.

When Ronan sat across from him, he asked, "Sir, how many magic gems do you have?"

Ronan took out the emerald from Valentine from his pocket: "I only have this one."

The cat face mask shook his head: "With all due respect, one is not enough to take away this badge."

Ronan still said, "I only have one."

The voice of the cat face mask turned indifferent: "Then there is no way."

The magic gem is just an introduction to attract the other party. Ronan still has a lot in his hand, but compared to gems, he thinks that dollars are more cost-effective: "I can use cash as compensation."

The cat face mask said directly: "Another $1500 million, or two magic gems."

Money is at a premium, but magic gems are rare.

Ronan asked, "Swiss bank transfer?"

The cat face mask said, "Yes."

Ronan said, "Shall I see the goods?"

The cat face mask nodded: "Yes."

Ronan did a little inspection and confirmed that there was no problem. He immediately contacted the Swiss bank and transferred 1500 million US dollars from the unregistered account to the account provided by the cat face mask.

The cat face mask handed the badge to Ronan: "The thing is yours."

Ronan put it in his pocket without any extra words, left the room, beckoned to Jess, and the two went straight out of the cabin.

The rest of the people all looked at them.

Jay got up: "I'll go talk to them."

She immediately chased it out.

Ronan and Jess didn't stay long, and walked towards the parking lot on the spot, preparing to return to New York.

Someone followed from behind.

Jess turned around and found that it was a woman in the wooden house. She quickly put her things into the trunk of the car and was ready to draw her gun.

Miss Jay caught up: "Two, please wait, can I take a moment of your time?"

Ronan stopped, wanting to see what the Secret Service was doing, and asked, "Who are you? We don't seem to know each other."

Jay took out his business card and handed it to Ronan: "Jay, Director of the New York Branch of the Federal Special Affairs Bureau, who are you?"

Ronan babbled, "I'm a skeleton and she's a clown."

Jay said directly: "The Special Affairs Bureau is recruiting talents from all over the world, and the remuneration is good. I wonder if the two of you are interested?"

Ronan asked: "Are you recruiting people with extraordinary abilities?"

Jay didn't deny it: "Yes."

Ronan was talking nonsense: "The two of us are just ordinary people, and we don't have extraordinary abilities. We came here just out of curiosity, and bought some weird things for collection."

How could Jay believe this kind of nonsense: "Don't you listen to the preferential treatment from the Secret Service?"

Ronan said: "I only care about what to pay? Ma'am, I know the style of the authorities very well. You came to invite me because you saw that I bought the badge. What you fancy is not the two of us, but the badge." .”

Being told, Jay was not at all embarrassed, and said very seriously: "That badge is related to an important case that the Bureau of Special Affairs is handling, please be sure to transfer it to the Bureau of Special Affairs, and we will pay the corresponding compensation. You will get the friendship of the Secret Service."

This is said, as if such and such will get the friendship of the United States.

Ronan was not interested in the friendship of the Special Affairs Bureau: "I paid a great price to get this badge. You can't say that it has a lot to do with it, so I will give it to you? Isn't this a democratic and free America?"

Having said that, his tone suddenly changed: "Of course, as a law-abiding American citizen, if I encounter extraordinary incidents, I will report to the Special Affairs Bureau as soon as possible. Ma'am, can you give me a contact information?"

Jess, who is familiar with Ronan, knows what Ronan wants to do as soon as he hears it. This person must be thinking of using the Secret Service as a weapon.

Jay has been in Afghanistan and Iraq for many years and has participated in countless anti-terrorist wars. General Hawke's style of doing things has always been to act when he sees his fancy.

But here and now, hands-on is not appropriate.

Jay took out his business card, handed it to Ronan, and said in a way that fit his own identity: "If you encounter extraordinary crimes or weird incidents, please report to the Special Affairs Bureau as soon as possible."

Ronan then gave her a clue without saying a word: "As far as I know, there are vampires hiding in the upper echelons of Wall Street and Washington, and they want to turn America into a country of vampires!"

Jay was slightly surprised: "Are you sure?"

"Very sure." Ronan and vampires have long been mortal enemies, but Lilith said that he would remember him, and her words were not shocking. "The vampires in America are connected with the vampires in Europe, and they seem to overthrow America!"

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Chapter 223 The Devil's Head

As the dark Kryptonian, the conscience of the human world, Ronan reported the vampire to the American authorities without hesitation, and by the way made up a crime of vampire delusion to subvert the United States!

There are vampire families in New York and Washington DC. Miss Jay has heard rumors to some extent, but the bomb thrown by Ronan made her a little dizzy.

Ronan is still fabricating things based on reality: "Vampires are stealing America's economic and political resources for their own use. Maybe one day, America will become a country of vampires."

Jay frowned and thought, in fact, the United States now is a country of vampires, lying on top of all human beings in the world to suck blood.

But this vampire is different from that vampire.

Ronan's words continued: "All of us will become nourishment for vampires."

Hearing this, Jay thought of the Victor family in Los Angeles. Human beings were kept in captivity by vampires like animals, and their blood was drawn like cows were milked.

"Is your source reliable?" she asked.

Ronan continued to talk nonsense: "I also heard it from others at a party. How about the specific situation? With the ability of your Secret Service, it shouldn't be difficult to find a few vampires from Wall Street or Washington, right?"

This is why Ronan wants to keep a back hand. In case Mensa Cult does not go well, see if he can find out the vampire group on Wall Street through the Special Affairs Bureau, and see if there is a vampire viscount among them.

With Carolina as the insider of the Secret Affairs Bureau, the secret information inside the Secret Affairs Bureau can always be heard.

Jay said: "If there is any more news about this, please inform me as soon as possible, and the Special Affairs Bureau will be rewarded accordingly."

"You didn't get paid for today's news?" Ronan's thick skin made Jess behind him feel ashamed: "This is news that can save America."

Jay didn't expect that this kind of person was on the other side, and he was speechless for a while.

The Secret Service is a typical American style of doing things. What is leaked to you through the fingers is yours, and you can’t take what is not leaked to you.

Two people left the forest farm at this time and entered the parking lot.

Ronan glanced casually, and found that the man walking in front was the woman disguised as a man, and the man behind her who looked like a servant was a mixed-race middle-aged man who set up a stall.

They seemed to be in a gang and got into the same car and left.

Jay's face, which was practiced as early as in Afghanistan and Iraq, can calmly face any "terrorist" and raise his gun. It takes more than courage. He immediately said: "I don't bring it now, wait for you next time." Provide information together."

Ronan didn't bother: "That's it, Director Jay."

Jay nodded.

Ronan greeted Jess, got into the co-pilot, and Jess got into the driver's seat and drove.

Jay waited for the car to pull out of the parking space, silently took out his mobile phone, and took multiple photos in succession of the vehicle and the license plate.

Then, after checking the mobile phone signal, he dialed General Hawke's number.

Jay reported the situation just now to his superiors.

General Hawke said: "I have also heard about Washington and the vampires on Wall Street. At present, the old and new presidents are about to hand over. It is not appropriate to make a big move. I will let people investigate in Washington. You should pay more attention to Wall Street in New York. The new president I will fully support the Special Affairs Bureau.”

The leader of the opposition party, Garrett Walker, has won the general election, and his emphasis on supernatural powers far exceeds that of his predecessor.

It can be said that the terrorist attack in Washington has caused the approval rate of the predecessor to plummet!

Hawke said again: "Space magic equipment must be strictly checked, and it must not be strayed out again. Find the alchemist as much as possible, recruit if you can, and recruit if you can't..."

Jay soon returned to the trading floor, joining Scarface and Master Balthazar.

The latter two had a brief chat with the cat-faced masked man. The cat-faced masked man and the forces behind him were not interested in the Secret Affairs Bureau.

As for joining the Special Affairs Bureau, the cat-face masked man responded unceremoniously, saying that he was not interested in being a dog for the Americans.

But after Jay paid the relevant fees, he didn't mind the Special Affairs Bureau issuing a recruitment announcement in the trading venue.

This organization seems to only want to make money.

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As the off-road vehicle drove away, Ronan looked away from the rearview mirror and said to Jess, "Don't use this car in the future."

"The license plate number is fake." Jess turned up the road, and there would be few people leaving: "I'll ask someone to throw the car into the sea later."

Ronan took out the badge he just bought from his pocket and put it on the side of the center console: "Put this away."

Seeing the badge, Jess stepped on the brakes, and the car creaked to a stop. She took off the mask and widened her beautiful eyes: "You...you mean...give it to me?"

Ronan said casually, "I don't mind if you are willing to pay."

Jess grabbed it and held it in her hand, feeling that everything she did was full of meaning, and every day she worked for Ronan was realizing the value of life.

I will continue to do it in the future, preferably forever, and I will do whatever he wants.

Ronan took a look, and sure enough, it would be best to use the stick and the carrot together.

Jess hesitated: "I...I, I have something to ask."

Ronan said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Jess nodded again and again, as if worried about being rejected, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I follow you all the time?"

"This is your freedom." Ronan pointed to the front: "Drive."

Jess laughed so hard that her mouth split to her ears, she started the car and continued to walk back. Under the excitement, the car drove very fast.

The taillights appeared in front of the car, the car stopped and turned on the double flashing.

Ronan saw a woman getting on and off from the co-pilot, the one who had disguised herself as a man before.

This woman is naturally charming, with a gloomy and coquettish beauty, like a legendary black witch.

Jess slowed the car slightly.

The woman stood on the side of the road, beckoning them to stop.

Not aware of the danger, Ronan still picked up Jess's large-caliber Rhino revolver and hid his hands on the side of the seat.

Jess glanced at Ronan, saw him nodding slightly, stopped the car immediately, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman spoke with a peculiar accent: "Don't go forward, I suggest you take a detour, there is danger ahead."

Ronan stared straight ahead, the road was gloomy and dark, with no end in sight at a glance. He stared for a little longer, and the vigilance of the predator began to call the police.

The middle-aged man of mixed race suddenly said: "Dean!"

The woman turned to look at Ronan in the co-pilot, stared at him for a moment, and said, "Go around, don't let our troubles get entangled with you."