There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

The director of the energy department wasn't very cooperative either...

Is it for self-defense?

Or is it to prevent some unexpected event?

Never mind, it's not important...

Wait...

Creak! ! !

A sharp and piercing tearing sound came from behind her, stopping Talina from thinking.

She glanced over and saw a three-meter-tall powered mecha holding up the closed door with both hands, violently tearing it open.

"He came to me on his own..."

Pulling out Muirseth's ID card, Talina deleted her login record, and then nodded at Rosemary beside her.

“Solve it!”

squeak! ! !

The moment Talina's voice fell, the power mecha that was still violently tearing the door flew into the air.

An invisible force enveloped its body and continued to squeeze it.

Crackling electric sparks continued to explode, accompanied by creepy creaking sounds. The power mecha that had just been showing its might was suddenly squeezed into a ball by brute force.

And Rosemary did all this just by extending her hand.

It's like stretching after waking up.

.........

Beep beep! ! !

click!

The ringing cell phone was turned off, and the car returned to a quiet atmosphere.

Jackson, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at his secretary, Pavard.

"Is this news from the Melander Foundation?"

"Yes, Mr. Vice President, they have already deployed defenses in the nearby blocks and will ensure your safety."

"Well, how far is it?"

"After the convoy passes the next two intersections, it will arrive at the headquarters building of Rhine Life Sciences."

After saying this, Pavard glanced back and said, "Actually, if you're worried, you can cancel today's visit."

He was actually not very optimistic about Jackson's visit to Rhine Life.

Those radicals are rubbing their hands, waiting for the opportunity to get and start a major reshuffle, but their own adults are still diving in like children.

To be honest, he really didn't want to get involved.

But there was no way. He was the vice president's secretary and could not stay out of it, but he also had no right to interfere with Jackson's decision. All he could do at this moment was to give him some advice.

As for whether Jackson would listen or not...

Sorry, judging by the ride so far, it was clear that his words had fallen on deaf ears.

Compared to the secretary's anxiety, Jackson, the person involved, was obviously much calmer.

He turned his head to look out the window, looking at the "citizens" outside the blockade, and smiled.

"If the people at the Maylande Foundation are not trustworthy, then canceling my trip might not protect me."

"Besides, I can't really skip classes and chase the sunset on the mining platform just because I was afraid of exams, like when I was young, right?"

"Colombia's vice president can't be so capricious."

"Then take advantage of this time to take a nap. Today... I guess there won't be any free time."

Seeing that his persuasion was in vain again, Pavard stopped persuading him and tried to appease Jackson in other ways.

Jackson leaned his head against the window, looking at the street scene outside, and asked casually: "Do you remember how I described Tremont at the dinner party yesterday?"

"You're the future star of Colombia, that's what you said. You said you loved this city as much as you loved this young country."

After repeating Jackson's speech at the cocktail party last night, Pavard gave up the idea of ​​continuing to persuade him.

"Actually, I don't like it here at all."

Jackson withdrew his gaze and put his hands behind his head, just like when he was lying in the wilderness.

"There are no camels, no dust, no duels for stupid reasons, and no pioneering spirit."

“Colombia was founded by pioneers, but there was no place for them in this new country.”

“There are only office workers carrying coffee bags, skyscrapers cutting through the sky, and…”

Jackson twitched his nose and added helplessly: "The air is so clean that it makes people panic."

He did not mean to blame these people. As an inclusive country, Colombia actually does not have any native Colombians.

My current sigh is simply that the world today is different from what I knew before.

But...Pavard obviously didn't hear the "hidden meaning" of Jackson's words.

"I heard that Tremont's urban circulation adopts..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't explain this to me. I'm sure I'll have to listen to more of this in the next few hours."

"Ok."

Pawar shrugged and continued, "You don't seem to enjoy interacting with these scientists."

"That's not true."

Jackson touched his nose and said, "They are simple-minded. They will talk endlessly about their products, blueprints, or ideals. Some of them may sound unreliable, but that doesn't matter."

"I can be distracted. Just holding their hands at the end to show my support is enough. They are much cuter than those old guys in the Special Administrative Region."

"I have to think carefully about everything those old guys say, and then worry about whether it's a trap or something bad hidden in it. Honestly, it's really tiring."

"You represent the country well, and people are happy to see Colombia's support for science. This will help maintain your political image and be helpful for the upcoming election."

"The vice presidential race... is the biggest event in Colombian politics... but I wonder if it's worth investing so much energy in it."

Listening to his secretary's answer, Jackson's head started to hurt again.

"You've made significant achievements in recent years, and your approval ratings in the polls are quite high. Several of the council members who support you have also had contact with Director Wolper of Rhine Life Sciences, who is known for his connections. Gaining the support of these tech companies shouldn't be too difficult. You already have a significant advantage over others."

Laying out the information he had obtained one by one, Pavard listed all of Jackson's advantages.

Compared to other candidates, Jackson has already left the field far behind.

Unexpectedly, Jackson shook his head and did not look at the information that Pavard had painstakingly compiled. He just turned his head to look at the feathered beast on his shoulder, and then said: "No, I mean..."

"Compared to Mark Max -- the president who is always needed to lead Colombia to the right future."

"To me, the nationally watched vice presidential campaign is just a formality. We mediocre people can't achieve even one ten-thousandth of what he has achieved in our lifetime."

"He can do much more than we can."

Volume 9: Chapter 51: Playing

Breathe... Relax...

Body...Empty...

Lying on the rooftop, Safra's eyes were fixed on the vehicles approaching from a distance, and his heart was pounding nervously.

That was the Vice President of Colombia. He was trying to assassinate such a big shot. Huh... Really...

Hard to imagine.

Through the sight, Safra could even see the pattern of the wheels, but the windows were covered with a layer of anti-peep film, blocking the view from the outside world.

This is normal. After all, he is a politician of a country. No matter how safe he is, it is not too much. There has only been one player in history who has such a wild imagination in a convertible.

But it doesn't matter. He has received accurate intelligence that can determine the location of Vice President Jackson.

The back seat of the second car.

At that time, he only needs to pull the trigger, and the large-caliber bullet will instantly destroy the back half of the car, and then he will be dead.

Although he himself would die in his dreams, it didn't seem to matter. He had already recognized his abandoned son's identity, but his boss had already transferred the money to his family, and that was enough.

A reasonable or even far-exceeding price is enough to make him work hard.

Watching the convoy getting closer and closer, the sniper held his breath and put his finger on the trigger.

Getting closer... getting closer...

The sniper was watching the convoy intently, almost lost in my emotions. With only the vice president's convoy in his eyes, he didn't notice that someone was groping behind him.

The man in the tin mask quietly moved up behind the sniper and drew his dagger.

Then, cut his throat with one knife!

The whole process was silent. His movements were clean and quick. Even the sniper was still watching the vice president's motorcade until his death.

After dealing with the sniper, the masked man took out the communicator and tuned it to the channel they had agreed on.

Click...sizzle!

"How's it going?"

The Tin Man's recognizable voice came from the communicator.

The masked man looked at the corpse on the ground, wiped the blood off the dagger with the corpse's clothes, and then slowly said, "This is the Ninth Division. As expected of someone who often deals with terrorists, he even knows how to carry out terrorist attacks with ease."

"With Rhine Life as the center, all commanding heights within range have been cleared. The enemy has deployed nine sniper positions. Eleven assassins in various attire were discovered at the scene and have all been subdued."

After reporting the details of the mission one by one, the masked man looked down at the convoy that had arrived in the middle of the road and fell silent.

"Continue to search the area surrounding Rhine Life. Don't miss any suspicious individuals, including roads, vehicles, and pedestrians."

"Understood. The Vice President is about to enter the Rhine Building. We are unable to arrange anything inside the building. Will you do it yourself?"

"No... I received a message from a colleague. I need to go somewhere else first to share the intelligence I have obtained with our allies. I will follow her orders when necessary."

"I understand."

.........

Inside Rhine Life, Blake looked at the screen in front of him, frowned, and asked, "Which area does this screen correspond to?"

"...an emergency freight channel behind Rhine Life."

Looking at the raging fire on the screen, the soldier swallowed and felt a little scared.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that these fires were created by a child, and his colleagues were completely powerless to fight back.

He was beaten and ran away in fear.

For a moment, he was suppressed by a child.

"Let them trap her. No need to annihilate her. It's best to lure her underground and deal with her after these things are dealt with..."

Staring at Ifrit on the screen, Blake spoke with gritted teeth.

If nothing unexpected happens, Ifrit should be the sharpest knife in his hand now!

Instead of standing against him and spitting fire at him.

He desperately wanted to take back the experimental subject countless times, but was always obstructed. The buck-passing between various parties, coupled with the elusiveness of Ifrit's organization, made it impossible for him to achieve his wish.

Now I finally have the chance, but it's blocked by another thing. Everything is not going well...

Shaking his head, Blake put these worries aside, then looked at the screen and directed the soldiers to adjust the angle.

The soldier operated quickly, feeling extremely nervous.

From the very beginning, Colonel Black had been standing behind him with a frown on his face, which made him feel very pressured.

But Blake didn't care about these. All he cared about was the plan for later.

The five blocks surrounding the Rhine Life Building were all under his control and under surveillance.

Many screens were crowded with people. Although the government had banned traffic on key roads, it seemed that the flow of people nearby was still surging.

But it doesn’t matter. More people means more eyes, which is a good thing for them.