Miss President wants to talk to you

"Aren't they being a little too lax?"

Edgar said, "You think you can stop others with a simple restriction?"

“Perhaps he was too arrogant,” Claire said.

The Federation was founded on religion, and has always kept its distance from religious sites.

This led them to believe that no one would ever come to inspect these places.

Moreover, for traditional spellcasters, this restriction is already considered an effective means.

Unfortunately

The times have changed.

We are now in the age of magical industry, where traditional magical restrictions are no match for industrial weapons.

It looks like it's made of paper.

Edgar pushed open the door and pulled out his gun.

The road ahead will be different from the previous one; unexpected situations may arise at any time.

"Get ready, come inside with me!"

……

Behind the door is a long, downward-facing corridor.

Walking along the path, at the end of the corridor was a heavy oak door, through which a sliver of candlelight shone.

The sound of chanting could be faintly heard from inside; judging from the scale, there were definitely more than ten people.

Edgar took a deep breath.

The next second, she kicked out, and a faint blue light flashed from her specially made combat boots.

boom

The oak door was kicked open and sent flying.

"FBI!!!"

Edgar walked in, gun in hand, shouting loudly.

"Everyone, stop casting spells! Hands over your heads!!!"

Behind the door was a temporary underground chapel.

More than twenty people dressed in simple priestly robes formed a circle.

The ground was painted with intricate patterns.

They were reciting in hushed tones when suddenly the door was broken down, and the intruders reacted swiftly.

Some people reacted the fastest, standing up and picking up the stone slab next to them, as if they wanted to do something.

Without the slightest hesitation, Claire fired the pulse grenade directly.

A beam of blue light struck the stone slab in front of the spellcaster, sending fragments flying.

The impact knocked him backward, causing him to knock over the candlestick behind him.

He fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

Before the others could react, Claire's second shot had already been fired.

A middle-aged priest had just raised his arm to his chest when a pulse grenade struck his shoulder.

Blue arcs of electricity exploded on his body.

He was so shaken that he fell backward, his head hitting the stone floor with a dull thud.

Then it stopped moving.

Then, Claire did it as if she were calling out a roll.

One after another.

In the blink of an eye, several spellcasters collapsed to the ground.

The other spellcasters were also intimidated by this power and dared not make any rash moves.

"Go and control them."

Edgar gave the order, and the other agents instantly formed a circle and surrounded him.

They shouted at the children to raise their hands and not to make any rash moves.

Edgar walked up to Claire with a sullen face.

"What did I say before?"

Edgar suppressed his anger, "Didn't I say to minimize casualties? You're shooting at everyone you see again!"

What does it have to do with anything?

Claire laughed and said, "Anyway, the scene is under control, the perpetrators were caught red-handed, and I had my fill of shooting, isn't that great?"

Edgar had nothing to say.

Claire is great in every way; she has strong execution skills and gets things done efficiently.

It's just that it's too aggressive.

According to her, since it is law enforcement, the person being enforced against must feel the force of the law.

Otherwise, they wouldn't feel fear.

Fortunately, the mission ended smoothly, with the suspects captured on the spot and no accidents occurred.

With that thought in mind, Edgar walked toward the group of spellcasters in the middle.

She knew that these people were just small fry; the real big shots were the people behind them who were giving them instructions.

Even if these people are caught, it still cannot be considered a meritorious achievement if they are not interrogated.

But just as she took a step forward...

Suddenly, an agent shouted, "Wait, what are you doing?!"

what?

Edgar looked in the direction of the sound.

Then she saw a spellcaster pull a black metal sphere from his sleeve.

The surface of the structure is covered with industrial markings; it's not something this group of people could make.

Edgar's pupils contracted.

"careful!"

Before she could finish speaking, Claire had already fired her gun.

"boom!"

The pulse grenade hit the opponent's shoulder.

Logically, they should have lost their ability to move immediately.

But the man only shook his head slightly; he didn't let go of his hand.

next second.

The man pressed his thumb down.

A burst of white light erupted before my eyes.

Edgar instantly realized what it was.

Magic Explosion Grenade!

Fuck you, why do these people even have this thing?!

"Everyone lie down!!"

She practically screamed the warning, but it was too late.

boom

The white light from the explosion instantly engulfed the entire chapel.

Chapter 44: This operation was authorized by me.

Washington.

Eleanor sat in the president's office.

After an hour of thought, the system has finally provided an answer to his question.

"Who attacked me?"

[The spellcasting attack against Elinor Hopkins was proposed by Angelo Rogers, approved by Richard Morgan, and ultimately carried out by the Rhine Awakening branch of the Church of St. Joseph.]

[The aim was to exert psychological influence on Eleanor, so that at a crucial moment, he would present the president with proposals favorable to them.]

Anguido Rogers?

Who is it?

Eleanor had never heard of this name before.

I've heard of Richard Morgan; he's the heir apparent groomed by the Morgan Group and frequently appears in public.

So it was him who attacked me?

To be fair, Morgan's real target was not Eleanor, but Rosef.

But using such methods is already a path to certain death.

"Eleanor, what are you daydreaming about?"

Rosef's voice came from beside my ear.