Chapter 236

After confirming that the crystal bottle is filled with devil's blood, Luke was a little relieved. Devil's blood is the top level magic material, and the blood of high-level pure devil is even more rare. If this bottle of blood is thrown out, the elders of the magic world will surely break their heads.

Zatana turned her eyes and said with a smile,

"Luke Shaw, discuss something."

"Forget it, I'll never give you blood."

"I buy it with money."

Luke sneered. "That's not enough for me to tip the waiter."

Said, picked up the records of many black magic books thrown in the past, "help me look inside all the records of those magic, there is no spirit ceremony."

"To subdue the spirit?"

Zatana was surprised. "Where did you hear that?"

"Read well, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The girl turned her lips, opened the magic book and quickly read it. The more she looked at it, the more serious her expression became. Her cheeks were taut and she could not express her fear. After reading the last page, she threw out the book.

"I advise you to burn this book."

"Why?"

"All that is copied in it are magic arts that are regarded as taboo by the magic world. If they are obtained by evil magicians, they will surely cause great disasters."

Luke picked up the book and handed it to Adam,

"it's my collection. I'm the only one. There won't be a second one. You'd better tell me first whether there's a spiritual ceremony in the book."

Zatana shook her head.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, I'm a professional magician."

This sentence seems to touch a switch, the smile on Luke's face instantly disappeared, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, I do not know what to think.

Emily was curious. "Is the service important?"

"It's not a matter of importance, it's the source. Remember, don't tell anyone about what happened these days. It's better to forget. There's Jack Harvey, who you haven't met."

They were stunned, with a thick puzzled face.

Luke sighed, "the struggle between the high-level is not something you can touch. In a word, you choose to forget. Your purpose in swamp forest is to travel. There is no snake spirit club, no king cobra, no devil, and no FBI. It's just a simple forest outing. Do you understand?"

Emily hesitated, "isn't the snake spirit cult worshiping demons? Is it not a good thing for us to eradicate evil cults and protect forests and human beings? How does it get involved in the political struggle? "

Luke rubbed her hair,

"there are some things that can't be explained. Don't worry about it any more. If there is any problem, let me deal with it."

The next few days, Luke with two different styles of beautiful girls began a crazy three people lie down.

Their lives are good and happy, but the FBI Director's office is full of worries.

Jack Harvey is sitting on the sofa, smoking one by one. His cigarette ends are full of ashtrays. On the TV in front of him, President Joel Nash is holding a campaign rally. He wins cheers by exposing the secret events that the government has concealed from the public over the years. In the course of his speech, he repeatedly emphasizes the existence of aliens and the "alien threat theory" and protects the public If he is elected, he will do his best to protect the security of the United States and never compromise with aliens.

The last sentence has almost become a catchphrase of Joel Nash, but the American people are very fond of it. In just one week, his approval rating has soared to 40%.

If it goes on like this, it's really possible for salted fish to turn over and sit in the presidency for another four years, or even more.

As his political opponent, once Joel Nash is re elected, Jack Harvey, the director of the FBI, will be the first to be dismissed.

Thinking of the tragic ending after being dismissed, the old man could not help holding his fist, and his eyes flashed with a sharp killing intention.

A little while, there were footsteps outside the door. Attorney General Marshall Warren and Senator Leddy Jones appeared at the door. Jack Harvey didn't get up to greet them. They didn't mean to knock on the door. They just sat on the sofa.

The news about Joel Nash was still on TV. Marshall was tired of watching it. He picked up the remote control and turned it off.

Leddy Jones reached out and knocked on the desk. "More than 30 elite FBI officers have bought a useless note, which is totally different from what you promised. You need to give us an explanation."

Jack Harvey took a cigarette. "What explanation do you want?"

"A few years ago, you told us that Joel Nash was connected with a cult and used supernatural forces to influence his competitors. That's why he was elected president. We believe what you said and try our best to help you stay in the position of director of the FBI." Speaking of this, he took a slow breath and continued,

"as a result, after four years of investigation, no evidence was found. I seriously suspect that you are lying."

"Today I just want to ask if Joel Nash has any connection with the cult."Jack Harvey snuffed out the cigarette end and laughed, with a light mockery on his face. "Why, seeing the situation is not good, he wants to turn back and kick me out as a scapegoat to please his opponent."

Cluck, cluck, cluck!!!!

"You guys are still the same as before. You haven't changed at all, but today is different from the past. Joel Nash is not an open-minded guy. Once you let him hold the power, you will all have bad luck."

Leddy Jones took a deep breath and growled in spite of his anger.

"answer me if Joel Nash has any connection with the cult."

"Of course."

"And the evidence?"

"There is no evidence."

"You..."

Randy Jones was so angry that he slapped heavily on the desk and left the office without looking back. Marshall said anxiously,

"is there really no evidence?"

Jack Harvey lit a cigarette and said nothing.

Seeing this, Marshall's expression immediately became ugly, lit a cigarette, took a long breath, and then hissed,

"according to the current momentum, Joel Nash has a very high chance of reversing. What's more troublesome is that Thomson (his opponent), his body has problems."

Jack Harvey was stunned and said, "what's the problem?"

Marshall pointed to the brain,

"Alzheimer's disease, early."

"Sure enough!"

Jack Harvey sneered, "the accident happened again a few years ago. The last time he had three opponents, this time only Thomson. It's too easy to deal with him."

"It's useless to talk about it. The key is the evidence. You are not the only one who doubts him. As a result, after four years, nothing has been found."

"If he is re elected this time, he will certainly reorganize the cabinet. By then, all of us will be laid off."

"Not much time."