Chapter 760：

The minister walked in, opened his hands, showed a fake smile, and exaggeratedly said like an old friend: "The famous Mycroft, with his smart mind, can see what happened in the last week in three seconds."

He stopped not far from Mycroft, turned around, showed off his tailored suit, and said with a smile, "What do you see?"

Mycroft glanced at him and said, "You attended a funeral."

"Yes, that's right!" The minister clapped his hands and said expectantly, "What else?"

"Yesterday's girl was very wild. On your neck, there is a mark where you were hit by your teeth. Let me take a look." Mycroft also followed the performance, walked over, tugged on his collar, and said, "The family is rich. , that girl has no dental deformities or braces.”

"A student who is inexperienced in the world and has a bit of Spanish blood."

The minister applauded in amazement, but his face looked a little bad.

Mycroft took out a handkerchief with both hands and wiped the hand touching his collar, and said casually: "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."

In front of the minister, he seemed to have touched something dirty.

"I'm here to tell you something, those people are not dead."

"That group of people?" The minister continued to pretend, "Who are they?"

"I thought you were here to play golf with me, Mycroft."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said without saltiness: "A group of people who know how to use 'tricks', Francis, you should really check it out."

"You are too confident."

When the news was conveyed, Mycroft looked up at the captured whale and said, "It's a nice whale, but it's a pity that it should be in the sea."

"If you don't mind, I'm leaving now," Mycroft smiled slightly, "Go play golf."

He walked past the ugly-looking minister, not worrying about the other person's identity at all.

"Mycroft, why do you know?" The minister stopped Mycroft. He stared at Mycroft, "It's not your style to meddle in other people's business."

"I should have known when someone released a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of an exercise." Mycroft tilted his head slightly so that half of his face in the shadow could be seen.

"Don't think that you are perfect, you are just self-absorbed."

"I'm not being nosy, I'm just telling you for the sake of the country," Mycroft stopped at the door and said again, "Also, has anyone said that your acting skills are poor?"

The minister's face turned completely dark after Mycroft left.

He took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Check it out for me! Where are those **** sewer rats!"

He roared at the phone. After turning it off, he sat gloomily in front of the fish tank.

Those wizards are not dead?

The uncanny ability suddenly appeared in the minister's mind.

No, no!

You must destroy it yourself.

​Also, those magical energy sources.

He narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous look.

Not dead, which means the energy is still there.

The timid guy like the president might be scared out of his wits.

In this case, let yourself solve it.

After arresting those wizards, he didn't believe he could know where those guys gathered.

The energy of the wizard.

If you can master it, it will be a major capital for you to gain a foothold in the United States and even the world.

The minister was thinking that he had already extended his malice towards the wizard.

Although I don’t know how those wizards survived under the nuclear bomb, it doesn’t matter.

Treat these wizards as subjects of research, just like they did in the past.

Evil?

Didn’t that experiment also create heroes?

How could it be evil?

That is just.

What is justice?

Might makes right!

…

Mycroft played a round of golf and hit a beautiful shot on a golf course in Washington.

"A very standard posture."

The man holding a golf club next to him clapped.

"Really?" Mycroft put down his cue and said, "How does it compare with Watson Wake?"

"In that case, of course you have more standards, Mr. Mycroft."

The man is very knowledgeable and compliments this person who can represent a country.

Mycroft looked at the man, "A batch of the arms you smuggled passed through his channel, Orlov."

The man named Olof has a long face and his hair is slicked back to make his hairline look high.

Hearing this, Yuri Orlov, the famous King of War, smiled.

He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, "Although it sounds scary, Mr. Mycroft, you should know that there is tacit approval behind these businesses."

How can someone who is capable of doing arms work without some backers behind him?

That’s why Yuri Orlov can play golf in front of Mycroft calmly.

Mycroft glanced at him, "Then let me tell you, what if Francis is going to die?"

Yuri's smile faltered, and he confirmed again and again: "Are you kidding me?"

That big backer has to give even the president three cents of face. Do you think he is going to fall?

Yuri felt that this smart man was joking with him, but his experience in dealing with those people told him that this smart man couldn't joke.

Smart people don’t like lies, they prefer to use the absolute truth to overwhelm their opponents.

Especially Mycroft, he is not a liar.

Yuri was silent for a long time. He looked up at the face that had always been indifferent and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You can continue with your business," Mycroft said with a smile, "One condition is that your business needs to be approved by the hotel."

"Are you sure you're not joking?" Yuri was confused.

It’s such a big deal, you even don’t hesitate to come here in person, but you tell me that you want me to cooperate with the hotel?

His mind turned rapidly, and with a flash of inspiration, he asked: "Is he yours?"

"I'm the same as you," Mycroft said, "It's just cooperation."

After thinking about it for a long time, Yuri actually didn’t have many choices.

If Francis is gone, he will be liquidated.

New people will replace themselves. The largest arms dealers in the world are not little shrimps like them, but the big country like a lighthouse.

He just picks up some "small business". If no one takes care of him, his "small business" will be taken away by the new superior.

To be able to maintain it, you can only find new methods.

Yuri hesitated but agreed.

Mycroft didn't leave him a business card, got up and left.

He has to fly back from here today.

After all, his identity sensitivity is basically the same as that of the Prime Minister.

The reason he came out was for vacation.

This made him waste his rest time in the afternoon.

Hurry back to avoid being photographed.

And my favor has been repaid.

The representative of the magical world probably also felt his kindness.

That battle is still fresh in his memory.

Non-human combat is far beyond what ordinary combatants can achieve today.

I need a stronger army.

A glint flashed in Mycroft's eyes.

In his mind, a plan about wizards was unfolding, and because there would be more situations like wizards in the future.

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Chapter 769 The aliens need to die and the wizard disappears

America.

The wizard ran away.

The wizard looked nervous and hid behind a trash can in an alley.

The dampness and stench made him extremely uncomfortable, but he had no choice.

The road at night is somehow deserted.

He took out his wand and tremblingly used the Disillusionment Charm.

It's a pity that his Body Disguise Curse is not very good, and the figure that allows him to hide is not that perfect.

He could only pray that he would not be discovered here.

He now hates himself in school. Why didn't he learn Apparition seriously?

Holding your breath, you are surrounded by a glimmer of light brought by dim, flickering old street lights.

Suddenly, there was a click.

Her footsteps hit the puddles of water, and her rubber soles made a sound as she stepped on the ground.

The wizard's breath stopped and he covered his mouth with his hands.

He didn't dare to poke his head, just hoping that the sound would go away quickly.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and recently, they were even within earshot.

He covered his mouth harder and stared at the rain-soaked pizza under the trash can.

Didn't look up.

He felt eyes scanning over his body.

The hair on his body stood up, and he hoped that he would not be the unlucky guy who was found.

Fortunately, the voice didn't stay long after sweeping over.

The forefoot of the rubber shoe rubs the ground and turns around to take a step.

The wizard heard the change of direction of the voice and breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense body also relaxed.

He moved his right foot, which was numb due to lack of blood circulation.

Blood seeped out of the bruised calf.

A trace of blood smell that ordinary people can't smell breaks out of the trash can smell.