I impersonated God in America

The document clearly records the work carried out by the two agents in France.

But after just one glance, his brows furrowed instantly.

"Reports of supernatural events in Avignon and Aix-les-Bains? What does this have to do with them?"

Please check the time.

The next moment, he glanced in the direction of the finger and instantly became restless.

The intelligence provided by the two agents was reported before the incident even occurred?!

"How is this possible?"

"According to them, they encountered a superhuman who appears to have prophetic abilities and will continue to provide us with information in the future."

Can we pinpoint the location of extraordinary events in advance?!

Horror!

Upon considering this possibility, the Foreign Minister became somewhat uneasy.

If this is true, it would be of great help to their future international strategy!

"But surely prophetic abilities aren't that simple?"

"Yes, according to our agents, the cost of the prophecy is extremely high, requiring at least hundreds of millions of pounds."

The Foreign Minister glanced at the section chief with a subtle expression.

Did you take a kickback?

But he still signed his name on the funding application form without hesitation.

"No matter how tough things get, we can't let intelligence agents suffer."

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"Pinch me, are you dreaming?"

The two agents who had been following Wen Ban had just returned from sunbathing on the beach, still wearing casual clothes and sunglasses.

In the hotel, the two stared in disbelief at the funds that had arrived in their accounts.

While I guessed that the higher-ups might value intelligence work, this is just too much.

They've been going on paid trips and slacking off all this time and they're already feeling a bit guilty.

I never expected to actually get the event funding.

"What exactly did the boss say to the higher-ups? Why is he being so generous?"

"They applied for five million... and they actually gave them a full ten million pounds!"

Should we go to the Champs-Élysées now?

The male agent glanced at his absent-minded partner and earnestly advised, "With money in hand, you can spend it anytime."

"Hurry up and write the report, submit it before it's too late. That jinx booked a flight for Sunday."

"The content states that a prophet has told us that something bad is going to happen in Paris."

"By the way, make the cost of the prophecy even more severe, so that we can ask for more next time."