At the same time, the phone calls from various counter-terrorism and reporting departments in the entire New York police station were already blew up, including the General Administration of IB.

"What are you doing? The power outage! All power outages! I'll have a date tonight!"

"...This is the hospital? My head hurts so much..."

"Explosion! What a big explosion! My friend is still inside, have the police all gone to eat *%?"

Whether it is the ordinary people who are enjoying the weekend or the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen, they are affected by the explosion and Mandela tree at the same time. Even the black gangs who are afraid of the police on weekdays fill the New York Police Department's telephone lines with various rap-like complaints.

But unfortunately, the police force of the entire New York Police Department was dispatched. Now there are only three or two kittens such as operators and front desk clerks in the police department.

Those who were blew up the phone call also included the headquarters. Of course, it is definitely not ordinary citizens who are brutally challenged, but government departments at all levels who are also alarmed.

"…Yes, yes, I understand that things will be kept to a minimum, we were attacked with a premeditated price and paid a heavy price, and no one would know the truth."

As soon as he put down the phone, the death-thrusting ringtone rang again. Berica sighed slightly, then picked up the phone again. After another timid, Berica gave a routine reply again.

"...I understand that I have to solve it in various TV stations. I will shut up and know what should be said and what should not be said. Yes, I understand."

One call after another gave Berica a headache, but she knew that these were not important issues. As long as this matter was done, all the consequences and opposition would be suppressed.

Brian, who was writing and drawing on a whiteboard, filling the fish that might escape from sight. The perfect ending of the matter was to be completely controlled. She understood this, and Brian knew it.

"Boss." As Berica hung up another call, a tired pussy knocked on the door and walked in, "They sent the message out again, it was the person of the polar bear."

"When will the polar bears get into us," said Bereka. "Dispose it, in extraordinary times, you can't let a trace of news leak out, otherwise everything will be in vain."

The pussy seemed to be stunned, and opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. Berica noticed this and asked, "What's the problem."

"It's a little too much to suppress it," he said. "Since Agent Zas came back, we have dealt with no less than five spies, and this one is the sixth one. With such a high cleaning, they will definitely notice something."

"Then let's reveal something." Berica said. "Didn't the polar bear's neighbors keep spying on our satellite technology, and leak a little."

The pussy was stunned again, but he nodded quickly and said, "I understand."

But before he was about to leave, Berica called him and said, "Remember, this is just a cover to divert their attention from this matter, so there is no need to expose the real information, just make information from satellite No. 1 to cause such a big disturbance."

"Not every spy operation will succeed. I believe the people behind them will understand it, right?"

The agent who had already walked to the door nodded again, then pushed the door open and walked out without a sound.

This not only covers up the silver tongue, but also exposes more hidden nails by diverting your vision. Berica knows these guys too well. Although they know that this may be a trap, they will still step in.

As long as the benefits you can get exceed the risks.

I also hope that people on my side will not mess up. I always have to use some real information to attract people to the trap, right? I hope I won’t get around myself.

But the most urgent task is not these spies, but the mobile bombs that are still operating outside.

They are like lights in the darkness of the night. The longer they are exposed, the greater the possibility that the whole thing will be exposed.

However, just as Berica got up and was about to leave the director's office, another phone call came in.

Looking at the displayed line, Berica frowned slightly, "His Excellency Member." She picked up the phone and said softly.

The conversation between the two was very short, and most of the time Berica was listening. The other end of the phone was talking, even Berica's answer was very short.

But there are still many things to hear from.

"I understand this." Berica said, "Mr., you don't need to worry that this matter will be exposed. They are still under our control. After dealing with the restlessness, all the information in the bureau will be cleaned up, just like the NZT at that time."

"…Uh, I'm not saying that I'm exposed like NZT. In short, the existence of Silver Tongue will not be learned by the outside world. What is now breaking out in New York is just an accident. After we deal with them, Silver Tongue will be transferred to a secret place."

After continuing to communicate with the other side for a few words, Berica put down the phone.

The existence of Silver Tongue is actually more important than everyone imagined. Perhaps he was not valued at the beginning, but as the fact that Silver Tongue exists is gradually proven that the United States must take the lead in his hands before everyone.

Maybe it can be completely concealed, maybe it cannot, but taking the lead will lead to a lot of opportunities.

Especially the Silver Tongue has attracted the attention of many departments such as the military.

This is no longer an ordinary case.

Bryan should have noticed this, maybe he had noticed it a long time ago. Berica believes that with Bryan's IQ, there would be no smart people in this world.

"Click." Berica gently opened the glass door of Brian's room, then walked to Brian's side and looked at the whiteboard he was facing.

When they were partnering, Brian liked to make some weird things, but what was speechless was that these strange clues were often really useful.

This time he finally looked a little normal, and he used the whiteboard to record, but unfortunately, Berica still couldn't understand what was written on it.

"It's a ritual." Brian said, biting the marker's hat, "I found it on a website you would never want to know. What do they worship... what..."

"You absolutely couldn't imagine how crazy those people were. I really found a lot of interesting things when I was looking up the information. By the way, I also found a good Chinese restaurant, not far from our building. Should I try it after get off work?"

After several years of life, Brian's tired and casual personality has not been worn away. He has been like an unformed unemployed youth since the first day he entered the pussy. In fact, he is indeed the case, but he is lucky enough to come into contact with NZT.

And now it seems that he is still like this.

But Berica had long been used to it. Facing the chattering Brian, she interrupted him with just a few words, "What's the use of this ceremony? Can it succeed?"

"Uh..." Brian threw the marker aside and scratched his head, "Those idiots thought it could summon demons, but based on my temporary study of ancient texts and religions just now, I think this is a prayer to seal God. As for how it appears, it is easy to use... I don't know either."

Although Brian, who can never stop medicine, looks careless, he is often more confident in his heart than anyone else. However, he is also confused when facing an unknown area of ​​human beings.

Even if NZT's ability to liberate the brain is against the will of heaven, learning and reasoning still takes time and a lot of arguments. It is not that easy to explore a way out in the vastness.

Berica squeezed a smile at him and then pushed her hair behind her ears, "Your ceremony is best useful because we have received the latest news about the Mysterious Man's Operation, the news is that all the agents and police officers in front have lost contact."

Brian looked up and looked over Berica slightly to the news broadcast on the four-sided TV hanging in the crowded hall outside the room.

"…New York News Latest News, a large-scale explosion occurred in Hell's Kitchen, leaving a large number of police cars left at the scene, and those who fell to the ground and lost consciousness..."

Brian's eyes were average, and NZT would not strengthen his body. He could not see the TV so far, but he could still infer the situation of the scene from the above colors.

The radio host was crowded outside the cordon at the explosion scene and chattered around, surrounded by boring young people who liked to watch the fun and had the least things to do. This group of college students kept taking pictures with their mobile phones, as if they were planning to use this matter as the latest capital to show off on Facebook.

But Brian noticed deeper things, such as the extent of their alert, the extent of explosion coverage, and possible power.

There is no need to wait until the information is collected, so Brian can infer the approximate amount by taking a glance.

Probably... the situation will not be too optimistic...

"I can't contact all?" Brian asked, feeling his voice hoarse.

"Yes." Berica nodded.

Brian closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know how many people had been dispatched in this time, but in fact, he could calculate it with just a little thought, but Brian didn't want to.

The situation at the scene was probably very bad. Such a large-scale explosion, as well as the unknown screams and dullness explained in the information just sent, even the headquarters far away from Hell's Kitchen was affected by a little unknown scream, not to mention the people closest to the center.

When Brian first encountered the NZT crisis, many innocent people died, and in the following time, many cases still died one after another.

Brian tried to avoid and reduce this situation as much as possible, but from that time he knew that sometimes sacrifice was inevitable.

"Bryan, Brian." Berica's voice awakened him from his loss. Berica had obviously been accustomed to Bryan's daze, and she continued to ask, "Is it still under our control?"

Brian immediately looked indifferent, "Of course." He shrugged, "Is there any better way for you not under our control?"

Looking at Berica with a slightly changed face, Brian clapped his hands, "I've deceived you again, kidding, their creators are all here with us, they will not have any impact on the world, they will be reclaimed."

"The casualties may be a bit serious this time, but Stan's things have not yet been in place. I'll urge him." Brian signaled to Berica, and Berica nodded as a default.

Brian turned around and wiped the whiteboard cleanly, and at the same time destroyed all the information about the sacrifice. He recorded all the information in his head, but who knew if a guy would suddenly appear here and once he was seen, it would be embarrassing.

Perhaps embarrassment is still a trivial matter, but it is a disaster if it is hard to say.

After sorting out these questions, Brian pushed open the door and walked towards Stan, who was constantly wandering around the hall.

Ferchat sat nervously on the bench in the hall. Beside him was Lisa, who was equally nervous. Feeling his wife's fear, Ferchat grabbed her hand and then snatched it hard.

Only Farid still looked relaxed, without knowing the tension in the surrounding atmosphere. In his opinion, it was indeed a different country, but the people here were obviously much more interesting than those before.

I just don’t know if he would be so relaxed when he knew that this was a place like an Arab palace.

Ferchart waited casually in the hall, looking very free, but in fact, if you look closely, you will find that at several important entrances and exits in the hall, you are waiting for a few seemingly busy people. As long as Ferchart and others have any abnormal movement, their eyes will fall.

Although Ferchart is a little weaker, it is just a normal reaction of ordinary people. He is not stupid. His experience of traveling around Europe for so many years has made him more alert than ordinary people.

He naturally heard of the famous man who was a squid. In fact, neither the German government nor the squid could resist. Of course, based on closeness, he was willing to stay in Germany even if he was willing to cooperate.

But how could he reveal his silver tongue identity? The German side did not notice him at all, and the pussy was just monitoring him, but unfortunately when the pussy was about to take him away, Ferchart could no longer resist.

After coming to the United States, Furchart never showed any disagreement. Even after Stan's arrival, he said nothing but showed a friendly smile.

And now, he and Lisa were watching the TV hanging on all sides of the hall with concentration.

English is a common language, so Furchat can naturally understand it. Furchat can also see the news that is constantly scrolling on it. It has a violent explosion and a wide range of unknown screams.

"This is the person Meggie read..." Furchart whispered to Lisa. At this time, the news had begun to dig deeper, and the host also entered the allowed cordon.
Chapter completed!