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The crowd on the rooftop had long been dispersed. With the sound of propellers rotating, the black helicopter slowly stopped and landed on the take-off and landing floor at the top of the building.[)

The fuselage slowly stopped and along the side door of the cabin, a middle-aged man with a slightly obese body jumped down the door with difficulty.

The two f-wife who had been waiting aside immediately came forward. Why didn't you help me get down? Your helicopter was so badly designed and led him from the rooftop into the building.

Brian, who had already got off the plane early for a few minutes, was waiting in the conference room, and there were also those who forced the current director Berica.

Brian hasn't been here for several years. The last time he and Berica were sitting in this room together, maybe two years ago.

Since retiring, Brian has stopped interfering in the F-command mission. If it weren't for the big deal this time, Brian would still continue to stay at home.

Both Berrica and Bryan saw the seriousness hidden behind this matter, otherwise the F-force would not have been so decisive.

With the full cooperation of various departments, Stan even came to New York and was almost the same as Brian and others.

Brian, who came back from Germany from a thousand miles away, finally met Stan. The middle-aged blessed man who was forced to come in from the rooftop and was still nagging about the somewhat ferocious look.

"Be careful!" After being taken into the conference room, he complained to the f-pinch next to him in a very dissatisfied tone, "Are you all so rude?"

Of course, he was just a vicious person on the surface. Brian could see clearly. He was essentially a kind person, and could see clearly through Stan's eyes.

"Mr. Stan." Brian called, "I am the special counsel of F-Prince, Brian Finch."

"This is the director, Ms. Berica, this is Mike, and Zas." He said, and Berica and others nodded at Stan.

"As you see, I am Stan." But Stan was not that kind anymore, he said rudely, and then sat opposite these people, "I believe you must be very clear about my name and information."

"It's true." Brian smiled, not caring, and continued, "but I believe you must not know their names." He pointed to Furchart, "This is Furchart and his wife, and this... is the famous thief Furchart."

"It's the thief among Alibaba and the forty thieves. Of course, he hasn't become a thief yet."

Farid smiled silly at Stan, and then continued to look at the surrounding environment curiously. He heard from Ferchart that he had come to another country, but in his opinion, it seemed that the environment on both sides was nothing different.

"Fared." Stan was stunned for a moment, probably remembering who Brian was referring to. A successful bestseller like them, not to mention that he had read countless books, at least he read much more than ordinary people.

"So... you already have a writer." Stan was not stupid. His aggressive eyes swept around Ferchart and Lisa with malicious intentions. "Then what else do you ask me to do?"

"Their situation is not very similar to you," Brian laughed. "Ferchart's ability is called Silver tongue. He can turn what he read into reality. Your ability is to write and turn what he wrote into reality. I gave it a name called...Magic Hand, how do you feel?"

Stan was stunned. This was different from what he expected. He originally thought that his special ability had attracted the attention of the country and the force. Even if there were other people here, he might be the same guy as him, but he did not expect that his ability was so strange.

"Anything read?" Stan asked in surprise, even forgot to pretend to be evil.

"Anything," Brian replied, "but a story book is needed, at least the condition we know at present is that a story book can be read out in it."

"Then you actually don't need me to write anything for you anymore. The books in this world already include everything, just let him read it." Stan sneered, "By the way, your name is terrible."

Brian shook his head, "It's not that simple." He said, "First, what the silver tongue reads cannot be controlled by him, or to be precise, is completely out of control."

"Secondly, there is an unexpectedly summoned wizard in New York City, hiding in the Museum of Nature and History in New York. We cannot risk creating more uncontrolled creatures." Brian said he needs your help."

"My help?"

"Yes." Brian nodded and looked at Stan. "Your ability is to turn what you wrote into reality, write something casually, and then destroy him, or capture him back, and seal it. Isn't that what the story says, the evil wizard was finally sealed."

"If you haven't seen such stories, you can go play dungeons and World of Warcraft. Believe me, these things will not be outdated."

As he felt that Brian was getting further and further, Berica twitched the corners of her eyes slightly, and then stepped on Brian under the table.

"It's just why I want to help you." Stan asked back, "This is your business, but you don't have the right to order me to do anything."

"Of course that's the case." Brian smiled, "but this premise is that you don't reveal your abilities. The wizard in New York is not a kind guy. He will cause a big chaos sooner or later. At that time, all your eyes will be focused on this matter. If you are exposed in that case, do you think you will have a good end?"

Stan took a deep breath without any notice, his vicious and impatient expression still did not change much. As he said, he was not a fool, and he could not write thriller reasoning and write a best-selling writer in the world.

He knew exactly what Brian said, and even if things really came to that point, the pressure he faced would be much greater than what Brian described lightly, and even Hannah's safety might not be guaranteed.

Because this power is too powerful, it is a completely different ability from their current world and scientific perspectives.

It is precisely because of this that Stan has been hiding in the world for so many years, because he understands that once his ability is known by someone who is interested, he will definitely not be as easy as compensation for some construction losses.

So from time to time, they change places, and even if a monster occasionally runs out, they will be treated as a monster or something, rather than suspected of him.

Still maintaining the same look, Stan stared at Brian, "Okay, I want to help you too, but unfortunately, I can't."

"Why can't it be done?" Brian frowned.

"Has no one told you that my ability can indeed turn what I wrote into reality, but it is limited to the monster inside goosebumps. It must be a real goosebump story, with horror and twists, but there will never be a hero."

"I can't just write and capture the wizard you mentioned. You might as well go find them." Stan pointed at Ferchart and others, "At least these guys read stories, not stories."

Brian and Berica looked at each other. They did not know the news, and even Zass did not know it. In this way, the role Stan could play was greatly limited, but there was still good news, that is, the monsters he wrote could be controlled.

Whether it is the Silver Tongue or the Magic Hand, as long as the illusory monster is born and becomes reality, it will not be controlled by their creators. However, Brian keenly thought of another possibility, that is, to control monsters before creating them.

For example, Furchart can read some friendly creatures or people in the book to communicate with them, such as Athena before, rather than lunatics like Capricorn.

As for Stan, he had better control. As long as he made a setting in the book he wrote, the monster would naturally obey his orders after it became a reality.

However, the restriction Stan mentioned greatly weakened the role he could play, and now the time is urgent, so Brian and the others have no reserve plan. To be precise, the power they master cannot pose a threat to the wizard, so no matter what plan it is, it seems meaningless.

"How long can you write a story?" Brian asked curiously, "It's not a long story, a short story of thousands of words is enough. The shorter the better, and you don't even need to read it well."

"This requires inspiration." Stan called, "A good story requires inspiration. Do you think writing a story is as simple as going to the market? Otherwise, why am I a bestselling writer and you only..."

At this moment, a f-pin suddenly pushed the door and whispered a few words in Berica's ear. Berica's brow frowned instantly. Bryan could guess that something was wrong in the museum without even listening.

"He's showing our actions." Berica whispered to Brian and said, "The Lord led Larry and the Slate to act separately. He targeted the convoy where Larry was and was about to catch up."

"How long can you win?" Brian asked immediately.

"Half an hour, or less."

Hearing Berica's answer, Brian said directly to Stan, "I need your story to stop that wizard, you only have twenty minutes."

"This is impossible." Stan said flatly.

"You have to do it." Brian's voice was calm, but unquestionable, "Think about yourself, once things are out of control, you will be exposed, and what will happen."

"But there is too little time." Stan tried to buy more time, "I can't do it."

"You don't need to consider the rationality of the plot or the reasonableness of the dialogue. As long as it is a story, you can write something simple to delay him first, and then use a longer time to conceive how to deal with him." Brian said in an orderly manner, his voice still calmly and he couldn't hear any anxiety.

Stan grabbed his head in distress, and his already sparse head became less, leaving less time for Stan, but less time for Brian, "I try my best," he said.

Brian nodded, and immediately handed Stan all the computer and paper and pen to Stan. He wanted to take out a story within twenty minutes, at least delay the story of the mysterious man.

Although Stan kept saying that it was impossible to do it, he also knew that he had to complete this matter. No matter whether Brian exaggerated it or not, he would not dare to take this risk, because if there was really something that could not be controlled, it would attract more attention. Stan, who was exposed to his vision, would no longer be able to hide.

Writing a story within twenty minutes is an impossible task. Fortunately, Stan was originally a bestseller author, and he had many new stories in his head, so he could only come up with some emergency responses.

As time passed by, Ferchart, Brian and others had already left the conference room, leaving Stan typing with the new typewriter, and almost every minute, bad news from the front kept coming.

Conventional firearms and weapons are ineffective, comparable to the progress of a car, can shoot extremely destructive light from the way it is, and even have power close to small grenades. Although I was mentally prepared, after I actually learned that conventional methods could not intercept him at all, Brian couldn't help but frown.

This is New York, and they cannot use large-scale weapons, and even if they use them, with the flexibility of the other party being just a person, it is still a question whether they can find it.

And the most important thing is that this is just a wizard, which has caused such great damage to the world. If people like Silver Tongue or Stan summon something more powerful, humans have no power to resist.

"I hope the next time I'm not going to be a protagonist." Brian rolled his eyes, "I reiterate that I hate the protagonist."

Unfortunately, I don’t know where Athena is at this time. If Athena takes action, I believe that the situation in New York will be controlled soon.

Of course, the impact caused is completely unstoppable.

Just as time passed, Stan in the conference room suddenly stopped beating, and then, under the gaze of Brian and others, walked out with a stack of paper with ink.

"I've written it," he said, "According to your request, if the monster does appear, it should appear directly in your personnel's car, and he hates the wizards very much."

"Very good," said Brian. "You're doing a good job, and good news will probably come soon."

"How is the concept of a new story?"

Now he is just temporarily delaying the other party for a while. Both Brian and Stan know that the next story is the key to dealing with him. Originally, Brian thought Stan needed to conceive for a long time, but unexpectedly, he actually said excitedly, "I already have an idea. Look outside, it will be dark. After it gets dark, I will..."

He is worthy of being a bestselling author. After mentioning his new story, he will still simply love and be happy, but now is not a good time to discuss this. Brian waved his hand and interrupted him, and said, "You'd better go back and continue thinking. I'm going to wait for good news."

Stan glared at him and returned to the conference room again.

Brian nodded vigorously to Berica, who was in charge of the overall situation, and then took a deep breath, "I hope the monster you created can surprise me, Stan." He said to himself.
Chapter completed!