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A trace of hesitation flashed in Kyle's eyes, but things have come to this point, and there is no way out.

Besides, no one else would let him retreat!

Footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs, and Garrett Walker heard the rhythm and frequency so familiar.

It's like... like he's going down the stairs by himself!

Garrett Walker suddenly realized, isn't this the rhythm and frequency when he goes downstairs?

Thinking of this, the current Grand Commander turned his head to look at the stairs.

The middle-aged man who came down the stairs had the same height, figure and face as him!

Even the small movements when walking are exactly the same.

Garrett Walker stood up suddenly: "Who are you?" He looked at Kyle: "What's going on?"

"I am the commander-in-chief of the United States, who are you?" The person who came down spoke in exactly the same voice as him: "Why are you pretending to be me?"

Garrett Walker was dumbfounded, and pressed the alarm on his wrist without saying a word.

A slight vibration came from Kyle.

No other secret service personnel came over, and even Kyle stood still.

Garrett Walker opens his mouth wide to call for help.

The other self, however, exploded into a ball of bats and flew over. In the blink of an eye, he gathered into a human again in front of him, and grabbed his neck.

Garrett-Walker couldn't cry out for help, he could only grit his teeth: "Vampire!"

"It's a noble blood!" Zatan showed Garrett Walker's smile.

Garrett Walker turned to look at Kyle: "Why...why?"

Kyle opened his mouth, and two long and sharp teeth popped out of the upper jaw, and then said: "The blood clan cured Julie."

Zatan opened his mouth wide and bit Garrett Walker's neck.

Large streams of blood gushed into his mouth, and along with the blood came the memory of Garrett Walker!

This is the ability bestowed by Lilith!

Draining Garrett Walker's blood, Zatan burped and said, "Send him to a pig farm outside the island to feed pigs! Then burn what the pigs can't digest!"

Kyle snapped his fingers, and four Secret Service guards came in with the body bags that had been prepared, packed Garrett Walker's body, carried it out through the back door, and put it into the trunk of a car.

Today, the Secret Service Team 1, which is performing internal protection tasks, has already been replaced by blood servants secretly transformed by the Johnson family in the previous adjustments.

Zatan sat in Garrett-Walker's position just now, his every move was the same as the latter, and he said to Kyle: "You are his confidant, where is the most likely to be exposed?"

Kyle has already killed Garrett Walker, and he will not have any reservations, saying: "His family, wife and children, even if you pretend to be exactly the same, some people feel that you can't deceive your loved ones."

Zatan thought for a while and said: "Make a game, let his family... no, it's my family, who died in an accident."

Having said that, he shook his head: "Using a terrorist attack, Ronan the Destroyer killed the first lady and her children in a terrorist attack."

Such a big scapegoat, if the world's number one terrorist does not bear it, who else can bear it?

Kyle replied, "Yes."

Zatan said again: "Let the people below step up their efforts to track down Ronan the Destroyer. Once you find his whereabouts, report to the Oval Office immediately!"

Zatan doesn't care about these lowly human beings at all. The powerful weapon in the hands of the United States must be used when it should be used!

The next day, after a meeting with a Jewish rich man, the President of the United States, Garrett Walker, returned to Washington after a short weekend vacation to continue his busy political career.

On a pig farm in Massachusetts, some big fat pigs pulled out some bones.

…………

California, Los Angeles, Brentwood neighborhood.

The manager hurried into the big house, saw Leonardo sitting under the sun umbrella, hurried over, sat beside him, and said, "The house in Miami, they are only willing to pay $300 million."

A locator was locked on Leonardo's ankle, and he was furious at the moment: "These bastards clearly want to take advantage of the fire!"

The manager was helpless and said: "They are indeed taking advantage of the fire. Now they all know your situation. You are under FBI surveillance and cannot accept any job. The result of the next hearing is unknown. You know what kind of people in this circle. "

Leonardo scolded: "This group of bastards, I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"

The manager persuaded: "A bank loan of yours is due soon. If it is overdue, it will lead to credit bankruptcy. Other banks will inevitably ask for early repayment, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Leonardo asked: "What about those works of art? What about the works of art I bought at a high price? How much did you sell?"

"It's hard to realize it in the short term." The manager wanted to make Leonardo understand the current situation: "Things like modern art are very valuable if you say they are worthless, and you can't sell them for several years or even ten years if you say they are worthless."

He persuaded Leonardo at the beginning, even if he invested in art, he should invest in the works of dead, historical and cultural celebrities, not modern art.

How could Leonardo not understand his own situation, he lowered his head slumpedly, looked at the locator on his feet, and thought of the root cause of his pain.

How could a dignified Hollywood star have any connection with the world's number one terrorist?

"Obviously I am also a victim." He murmured in his heart: "I have been cheated out of tens of millions of dollars, who can I turn to for reasoning?"

The FBI made it clear that it didn't make sense.

The manager reminded: "Li Ao, bank loan, lawyer's fee, media public relations fee, all of these need money, especially the lawyer's fee, if you default, the next hearing..."

Leonardo had to face reality: "Let's deal with it at a low price. Real estate, luxury cars, and some watches, exchange them for cash as soon as possible."

The manager got an affirmative answer, and hurriedly left to handle related matters.

Leonardo picked up a can of beer and gulped it down.

He hadn't worked for a long time, and was in a state of decadence for a long time. Leonardo's originally good figure was already out of shape.

His belly was straightened up, and his face became fatter.

I was very bored, picked up the water gun next to me, and fired at the swimming pool!

After drinking a can of water, just about to get up, he suddenly found a woman sitting next to him.

A pair of large lynx with ears pricked up was lying on the woman's feet, with round eyes staring at this side, and a sharp claw with metallic luster popped out from the sole of one raised foot.

Leonardo was smart enough not to yell and scream, on the one hand he was afraid of this very spiritual lynx, on the other hand he knew the woman.

The assistant to the president of the Quinn film company that he was forced to stand on the stage seemed to be called Eva.

Why did you find it again?

If you cheat, you can't catch a person cheating!

Eva said, "Hello, Leo."

Leonardo's lips trembled in anger: "You... what are you trying to do?"

According to the FBI, a group of people in Los Angeles and New York are all subordinates of Ronan the Destroyer. They have lied to themselves twice in a row...

No, it was three times!

And that time in France!

Want to do it again?

Eva said, "Don't worry, we're here to help you."

As soon as these words came out, Leonardo retracted his body unconsciously. Liars never say that they are liars, and many of them use the banner of helping.

"No, I don't need help." Leonardo decided to make it clear: "I don't want to have any contact with you!"

Eva told the truth: "The connection between us has long been inseparable, especially on the FBI side. We have received definite information. After the next hearing, you will be formally prosecuted for participating in terrorist activities and treason... ..."

Leonardo unconsciously raised his voice: "Impossible!"

Eva ignored his rebuttal and said, "You'll be sent to a federal felony penitentiary with serial murderers and rapists, and maybe parole at age seven or eighty with any luck."

Leonardo fell silent.

Eva said to herself: "If you want, we can take you out of Los Angeles, go to the East Coast or elsewhere in Europe, and start your life again."

She took out a card and put it on the table under the sun umbrella: "Of course, the choice is yours. You don't have to worry, you can wait until the next hearing is over to make a decision, and someone will help you leave when you make this call."

Leonardo didn't move, watching the woman leave with the lynx.

I scoffed at first, but thinking of the current situation, I picked up the card and firmly remembered the number on it.

What if it is used?

In the worst case scenario, he's a pauper and there's nothing to lie about.

Could they trick him into selling his ass?

…………

The different space of the soul temple.

With a bald forehead, Ping Qi ran around the training ground with several newly strengthened hunters. Because he often participated in Mensa activities, his physical fitness was not bad. After running more than ten laps, he was just a little out of breath.

Those who participated in the incident in Lithuania temporarily stayed in Europe to receive training from the Syndicate and participate in actual combat.

Ronan thought that Pingqi's mental state was very poor, and he had to wait for him to stabilize before asking Jess to inject him with feather snake serum.

Ping Qi temporarily trained with the returning hunter.

After running and taking a break, Ping Qi had to follow Diego to familiarize himself with the affairs of the castle.

We need a big boss here.

Diego is a loyal dog leg, but before he was forced to participate in the enhanced experiment of the Secret Service, he was just a serial murderer, and he was better at killing and fighting.

Ping Qi glanced at the lion lying at Diego's feet, feeling more majestic than those hyenas, and said, "Did you catch the lion?"

Diego patted the lion's head, somewhat proudly: "I am the only one who tamed a lion among all the animal trainers."

There are supernatural beings everywhere here, and mass production is still possible. Ping Qi didn't show off his so-called supernatural experience any more. He pointed to a person pushing a cart and asked, "What does that person do? Why does he keep transporting things out? He doesn't even have time to rest? "

Diego grinned and showed two rows of white teeth: "Him? CIA Director Trincon, just like the shit shoveler of King Kong you've seen before, King Kong pulls twice a day on average. Eighteen hours."

It took a few hours, after shoveling the excrement and urine, just cleaned it up, and it was time for King Kong to shit again...

At this time, a middle-aged woman was cleaning the excrement and urine left by the hyenas on the training ground with her legs split in an extremely awkward position.

Ping Qi asked, "Isn't this from the FBI?"

Diego said cheerfully, "No, she is Judy, the director of MI[-]."

Pingqi just nodded, entered this different space, saw a 60-meter-tall gorilla, saw the director of the anorectal department who was bigger than a normal lion, and saw the legendary dragon. No wonder.

At this moment, Ping Qi had only one thought, without the director of CIA and MI6 and similar identities, he was too embarrassed to come here to be a shit shoveler.

If only I could catch the guy in the white room to clean the toilet.

Inside the Temple of Soul, Ronan, Jess and Ilsa were having a meeting behind closed doors.

Jess handed over a file to Ronan, which contained photos, certificates and a detailed introduction of identity: "This is a real identity. After the destruction of Victor's vampire family, DP Company was acquired, and Locke Sefodi is the new One of the art directors and directors."

She glanced at Ilsa secretly, and said, "Occasionally, I will play a cameo role as the leading actor."

Ilsa is pasting some photo materials on the whiteboard, and then said: "My information here, the Beidu Group in the same industry over there may be a tool for the extreme right-wing organization to collect money. It is not sure whether it is related to the Qingshuihui. Syndicate Intelligence capabilities over there are limited."

Ronan thought about it: "Rocke Safedy, a senior practitioner who is tired of the rough style of the North American industry, wants to enrich the artistic sense of his works, cross the Pacific Ocean, and go to island countries to exchange experience with his peers."

Ilsa was far better at sneaking in than Ronan, thought for a while, and said, "It's possible." She stared at Ronan: "The question is, are you good at this?"

Before Ronan could speak, Jess defended Ronan: "Ronan is an artist, a real artist."

Ilsa glanced at Jess, feeling helpless for a while, she is really a little maid who can do whatever she is told.

No, Ronan is a loyal maid who actively thinks of ways to do it without talking.

Ilsa didn't bother to talk about Jess, and handed a printed document to Ronan: "This is part of the Beidu Group's information. People can call in advance in the name of DP and make an appointment to visit."

Ronan handed it directly to Jess: "Let someone do it."

Ilsa said: "The information about the Lanying family, you got more detailed information from the Special Affairs Bureau, so I won't talk about it."

Ronan has already received relevant information from Carolina.

Ilsa pushed the whiteboard over. On it was a photo of an island woman in a kimono with her hair in a bun and carrying a black samurai sword.

"This woman is called Ishii Yulian, a very strong ninja, at least the strength of a Chunin." Ilsa said in detail: "She used to be a killer in the United States, nicknamed the Hundred Step Snake, and then returned to the island country. With the help of her, she unified the underworld in Tokyo and became the queen of Tokyo's underground world! According to information, this woman is crazy and ruthless..."

Speaking of this, Ilsa couldn't help laughing, it seems that the three people present here are the best in the world in this respect.

"When Miren Ishii was 11 years old, she took advantage of her weakness in killing her father and enemy to smelt copper. She then disappeared for a long time until she appeared in the western United States. The organization is the Shimizu Society!"

"The United States controls the special search department in the island country. The anti-American crazy extreme right-wing organization like Shimizu is also the target of the Americans. It is not easy for them to obtain income in legitimate industries in the island country. They are likely to make money through partial industries. .”