At the same time, the entire police department in New York, the counter-terrorism and whistleblowing departments have been flooded, including the FIB's General Headquarters.

"What are you doing! There's a power outage! It's all blackout! I have a date tonight! ”

“…… Is this the hospital, my head hurts......"

"Explosion! What a big bang! My friend is still inside, and the police have gone to eat *%! ”

Whether it's ordinary people enjoying the weekend or the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen, the explosions and the mandela trees are all affected at the same time, and even the black gangs that usually avoid the police fill the New York Police Department's phone lines with all sorts of rap-rhythm complaints.

But unfortunately, the entire New York Police Department has been dispatched, and now there are only three or two kittens such as the operator and the front desk clerk in the police station.

Of course, it was not ordinary citizens who were talking to the FBI, but government departments at all levels who were also alarmed.

“…… Yes, yes, I understand that the situation will be kept to a minimum, we were attacked with a premeditated attack, and then paid a terrible price, and no one will know the truth. ”

As soon as he put down the phone, the urging ringtone rang again, Berica sighed slightly, and then picked up the phone again, and after another period of resignation, Berica gave a routine reply again.

“…… I understand that the TV stations have me to solve it, and I will shut them up and know what to say and what not to say, yes, I understand. ”

The phone calls were a bit of a headache for Berica, but she knew that none of them mattered, and that if they were done, all the consequences and objections would be suppressed.

Brian was writing and drawing on a whiteboard across the glass wall, filling in the gaps that might have escaped from sight, and the perfect ending was to be completely contained, and she knew that, and Brian knew it.

“boss。” As Bereka hung up the phone again, an FBI with a tired face knocked lightly on the door and walked in, "They're delivering the message again, it's the polar bear's guy." ”

"When will the polar bears be able to get into us." Berica said, "Deal with it, in extraordinary times, you can't let a single piece of news leak out, otherwise everything will be in vain." ”

The FBI seemed stunned, opening her mouth to not know what to say, and Bereka sensed this, and she asked, "What's the problem?" ”

"It's a little overwhelmed." He said, "We've disposed of no less than five spies since Agent Zas came back, and this is the sixth, so they're going to notice something with such a high level of purge." ”

"Then leak out something." "Haven't the polar bears' neighbors been spying on our C satellite technology and leaking it out a little bit?" ”

The FBI was stunned again, but nodded quickly, "I see." ”

However, before he was about to leave, Berica stopped him and said, "Remember, this is just a cover to divert their attention from this matter, so there is no need to reveal the real information, just make the information from the C satellite cause such a big movement." ”

"Not every espionage operation will be successful, and I believe the people behind them will understand, right?"

The agent, who had already reached the door, nodded again, then pushed the door open and walked out without a sound.

This would disguise the silver tongue and deflect the gaze to expose more hidden nails, and Berica knew these guys too well, even though they knew that it might be a trap, they would still step into them.

As long as the benefits outweigh the risks.

I also hope that the people on my side don't mess up, and you always have to use some real information to lure people into the bait, don't you, I hope you don't get around yourself.

But the priority is not the spies, but the mobile bombs that are still operating outside.

They are like lights in the dark, and the longer they are exposed, the more likely the whole thing is exposed.

But just as Berica got up to leave the director's office, another phone call came in.

Looking at the displayed line, Bereka frowned slightly, "Your Excellency." Picking up the phone, she whispered.

The conversation between the two was brief, and most of the time Bereka was listening, and the other end of the line was talking, and even Berica's answer was very brief.

Still, there's a lot to hear from it.

"I understand that." "Your Excellency, you don't need to worry about this being exposed, they are still under our control, and when we get rid of the restless elements, all the information in the bureau will be cleared, just like the NZ did at the time." ”

“…… Well, I'm not saying to be exposed like the NZT, anyway, Silvertongue's existence won't be known to the outside world, it's just an accident that is breaking out in New York, and when we get rid of them, Silvertongue will be moved to a secret place. ”

After a few more words of communication with the other side, Berica put down the phone.

The existence of Silver Tongue is actually more important than everyone thinks, maybe he was not taken seriously at first, but as the fact of Silver Tongue's existence is gradually proven, the United States must take a step ahead of everyone else to grasp him.

Maybe you can hide it completely, maybe you can't, but if you get the first step, you will get a lot of opportunities.

In particular, the silver tongue has attracted the attention of many departments such as the military.

This is no ordinary case.

Brian should have noticed this, maybe he had already noticed it, Berica believes that with Brian's IQ, it will not be unclear, otherwise there will really be no smart people in this world.

"Click." Berica gently opened the glass door to Brian's room, then walked over to Brian and looked at the whiteboard he was facing.

Brian used to like to do weird things when the two of them were together, but it's speechless that these weird clues are often really useful.

This time he finally looked normal, using the whiteboard for recording, but alas, Bereka still couldn't read what was written on it.

"It's a sacrificial ritual." Bryan bit the cap of his marker and said, "I found it on a website you would never want to know, what do they worship...... What's going on......"

"You can't imagine how crazy those people are, I really found a lot of interesting things when I was researching, ah yes, I also found a nice Chinese restaurant, not far from our building, why don't you try it after work?"

Years of FBI career still haven't worn down Brian's tired and loose character, he has been like an unformed unemployed young man from the first day he entered the FBI, and in fact he is, but he was lucky enough to come into contact with NZT.

And now, it seems, he still is.

But Berica had long been used to it, and in the face of the chattering Brian, she only interrupted him with a few words, "What's the use of this ritual, can it succeed?" ”

"Uh......" Brian tossed the marker aside and scratched his head, "Those idiots think it can summon demons, but based on my temporary research on ancient texts and religions, I think it's a prayer to seal the gods, and as for how it came to be, is it good...... Seriously, I don't know. ”

Although Brian, who can never stop taking medicine, looks like a hanger, in fact, he is often more sure in his heart than anyone else, but he is also confused in the face of unknown areas that are unknown to humans.

Even if NZT's ability to liberate the brain is against the sky, learning and reasoning still takes time and a lot of argumentation, and it is not so easy to explore a way out of the vastness.

Berica squeezed a smile at him, then tucked her hair behind her ear, "Your ritual had better be useful, because we've received an update on Operation Mysterio, and the news is that all the agents and police officers ahead have lost contact. ”

Brian looked up and glanced beyond Berica to the news on the four-sided televisions hanging in the bustling hall outside the room.

“…… New York News update, a massive explosion in Hell's Kitchen, leaving a large number of police cars at the scene, and ...... who fell to the ground unconscious"

Brian's eyes were average, and NZT wouldn't have strengthened his body again, he couldn't see the TV so far away, but he could still deduce the scene from the colors on it.

The radio presenter was chattering outside the cordon at the scene of the explosion, surrounded by a circle of bored young people who liked to watch the excitement and had nothing to do in normal times, and the group of college students held up their mobile phones and kept filming, as if they were planning to use the incident as the latest capital to show off on Facebook.

But Brian noticed something deeper, such as the range of their vigilance, the range of the explosion, and the possible power.

He didn't even have to wait for the FBI to gather the information, Brian could deduce it at a glance.

Probably...... The situation will not be too rosy......

"Can't get in touch with all of them?" Brian asked, feeling his voice hoarse.

"Yes." Berica nodded.

Brian closed his eyes slightly, he didn't know how many people were dispatched at such a time, but in fact, he could calculate it with just a little thought, but Brian didn't want to.

The situation at the scene was probably terrible, such a massive explosion, and the unidentified screams and faints described on the materials that had just been delivered, even the FBI headquarters far from Hell's Kitchen were affected by the slightest unknown screams, not to mention the people closest to the center.

When Brian first encountered the NZT crisis, there were many innocent people who died, and in the following time, there are still many cases that have been sacrificed one after another.

Brian tried to avoid and minimize this, but he also knew from that time that sometimes sacrifice was inevitable.

"Brian, Brian." Berica's voice woke him out of his trance, and Berica, apparently accustomed to Brian's daze, continued to ask, "Are things still under our control?" ”

Brian immediately put on a nonchalant look, "Of course. He shrugged, "Isn't there anything better you can do if you're not under our control?" ”

Looking at Berica, whose face changed slightly, Brian clapped his hands, "I've lied to you again, just kidding, their creators are all here, they won't have any impact on this world, and they will all be recycled." ”

"The casualties may be a bit big this time, but Stan's things aren't in place yet, so I'm going to rush him." Brian gestured to Berica, who nodded in acquiescence.

Brian turned around and wiped the whiteboard clean with three or two clicks, and by the way, destroyed all the information about the sacrifice, which he recorded in his head, but who knows if some guy will suddenly appear here, once he is seen, it will be embarrassing.

Maybe embarrassment is still a trivial matter, and if you can't say it well, it's a disaster.

After sorting out the questions, Brian pushed the door open and walked over to Stan, who was wandering the hall......

Furchart sat nervously on the bench in the hall, beside him, Lisa, who was equally nervous, and sensing his wife's fear, Furchart grabbed her hand and shook it hard.

Only Farid still looked relaxed, not knowing the tension of the surrounding atmosphere, in his opinion, it was indeed a change of country, but the people here were obviously much more interesting than the previous people.

I just don't know if he will be so relaxed when he knows that this is a place like an Arab royal palace.

Furchart waited in the hall casually, looking very free, but in fact, if you look closely, you will find that at several important entrances and exits of the hall, there are a few seemingly busy people waiting, as long as Furchart and the others make a slight move, their eyes will fall.

Although Furchart is a little cowardly, it is just a normal reaction of ordinary people, he is not stupid, and the experience of traveling around Europe to find his wife for so many years has made him more alert than ordinary people.

Naturally, he had heard of the name of the FBI, in fact, neither the German government nor the FBI could resist him, and of course, according to his proximity, he was willing to stay in Germany even if he was willing to cooperate.

It's just that how could he expose his identity as a silver tongue, the German side didn't notice him at all, and the FBI was only spying on him, but unfortunately when the FBI was going to take him away, Furchart couldn't resist.

After arriving in the United States, Folchart has not shown any non-cooperation, and even when Stan arrives later, he does not say a word but smiles in a friendly manner.

Now, he and Lisa were watching intently at the TVs hanging on all sides of the hall.

English is a lingua franca, and Folchat can naturally understand it, and Folchat can also see the news that is constantly scrolling on it, with violent explosions and unidentified screams that spread widely.

"This is the guy Meggie reads......" Folchat whispered to Lisa as the news began to dig deeper and the presenter entered the allowed cordon.

The unconscious policemen began to be exposed, and even though they were all Americans, Furchart's heart was still very uncomfortable because they were all innocent people. (To be continued.) )