"Da-da-"

The crowd on the rooftop had long since dispersed, and with the sound of propellers spinning, the black helicopter slowly landed on the landing pad at the top of the FBI building.

The fuselage slowly stopped, and along the side door of the cabin, a middle-aged man with a slightly obese body jumped down the door with difficulty.

The two FBIs, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and led him from the rooftop into the building with a muttering of why don't you help me get down, your helicopter is poorly designed.

Brian, who had already gotten off the plane early and rested for a few minutes, was already waiting in the conference room, and beside him was the current director of the FBI, Berica.

Brian hadn't been here in years, and the last time he sat in the same room with Berica was probably two years ago.

Since retiring, Brian has stopped meddling in FBI missions, and if it weren't for the big trouble this time, Brian would still continue to stay home.

Both Bereka and Brian saw the seriousness hidden behind this matter, otherwise the FBI's action would not be so decisive.

With the full cooperation of all departments, Stan even came to New York at the same speed as Brian and the others.

Brian, who had traveled all the way from Germany, finally met Stan, the middle-aged fat man who had been brought in from the roof by the FBI and was still nagging about a vicious-looking middle-aged man.

"Be careful!" After he was ushered into the conference room, he complained to the FBI next to him in a very dissatisfied tone, "Are you all so rude?" ”

Of course, he's only vicious on the surface, and Brian can see that he's essentially a good guy who can be seen through Stan's eyes.

"Mr. Stan." Brian called, "I'm the FBI's special counsel, Brian Finch. ”

"This is the Chief Officer, Ms. Berica, this is Mike, and Zas." He said, and Berica and the others nodded at Stan.

"As you can see, I'm Stan." Stan, on the other hand, was less friendly, he said in a gruff voice, and then sat down across from the men, "Trust me and you must know my name and information very well. ”

"That's true." Brian smiled and didn't care, he continued, "But I'm sure you don't know their names. He pointed to Furchart, "This is Furchart and his wife, and this ...... It's the famous thief Farid. ”

"It's the big thief in Ali Baba and the forty thieves, of course, he hasn't become a big thief yet."

Farid gave Stan a sly smile and continued to look curiously at his surroundings, he had heard from Furchart that his people had gone to another country, but it seemed to him that the environment on both sides was no different.

"Farid." Stan was stunned for a moment, probably remembering who Brian was referring to, a successful best-selling author like them, not to mention having read countless books, at least reading a lot more than ordinary people.

"So...... You've got a writer. Stan wasn't stupid, his aggressive gaze swept around Folchart and Lisa with bad intentions, "So what else are you calling me to do?" ”

"Their situation is not quite the same as yours." Brian laughed, "Folchart's ability is called Silver Tongue, and he can turn what he reads into reality, and your ability is to write, and what is written into reality, and I have given it a name...... How do you feel, Magic Hand? ”

Stan was stunned, this was different from what he expected, he originally thought that his special ability had attracted the attention of the state and the FBI, even if there were other people here, it might be the same guy as himself, but he didn't expect his ability to be so peculiar.

"Anything that reads out?" Stan asked, surprised, forgetting to disguise his vicious appearance for a moment.

"Anything." Brian replied, "But he needs a storybook, at least for the time being, that he needs a storybook so that he can read the contents." ”

"Then you don't need me to write anything for you at all, the books in this world already include everything, you just let him read it." Stan sneered, "By the way, your name sucks. ”

Brian shook his head, "It's not that simple. "First of all, what the silver tongue reads is not under his control, to be precise, completely uncontrollable. ”

"Secondly, there is already an accidentally summoned wizard in New York City, hidden in the New York Museum of Nature and History, and we can't risk creating more uncontrolled creatures." "We need your help even more. ”

"My help?"

"Yes." Brian nodded, looking at Stan, "Your ability is to turn what you write down into reality, write whatever you want, and then destroy him, or capture him, and seal it up, isn't that what the story says, the evil wizard was finally sealed." ”

"If you haven't seen a story like this, you can play dungeons and World of Warcraft, trust me, these things don't go out of style."

Realizing that Brian was pulling the topic further and further, the corner of Berica's eyes twitched slightly, and then she stomped Brian hard under the table.

"It's just why should I help you." Stan asked, "That's your business, but you don't have the authority to order me to do anything." ”

"Of course it is." Brian laughed, "But this premise is that you don't have the ability to expose yourself, that wizard in New York is not a good guy, he will cause a big mess sooner or later, and all eyes will be focused on this matter at that time, and once you are exposed in that case, do you think you will end well." ”

Stan took a deep breath imperceptibly, his expression of ferocity and impatience still not changing much, and he was not an idiot, and a fool could not write a thriller mystery novel to become the best-selling author in the world.

He knew what Brian meant, and even if things did get to that point, the pressure on him would be much greater than Brian's understatement, and even Hannah's safety might not be guaranteed.

Because this power is so powerful, it is a completely different ability from their current world, and their scientific perspective.

It was because of this that Stan had been hiding for so many years, because he knew that once his ability was known to someone who wanted it, he would not be faced with an easy matter of compensating for a small amount of construction damage.

So every now and then, he changes places, and even if a monster occasionally escapes, it will be regarded as a strange talk or something, rather than being suspicious of him.

Still keeping his expression the same, Stan stared at Brian, "Okay, I want to help you too, but alas, I can't. ”

"Why can't you do it?" Brian frowned.

"Hasn't anyone told you that my ability to turn what I write down into reality, but only for the monster inside the goosebumps, it has to be a real goosebumps story, with horrors, twists, but never heroes."

"I can't just write and arrest the wizard you talked about, you might as well go find them." Stan gestured to Furchart and the others, "At least these guys read stories, not write them." ”

Brian and Berica looked at each other, they really didn't know the news, not even Zas, and in this way, Stan's role was greatly limited, but there was still good news, and that was that the monsters he had written about could be controlled.

Whether it's the Silver Tongue or the Demon Hand, as long as the illusory monsters are born and become reality, they will not be controlled by their creators, but Brian has a keen mind of another possibility, that is, to control the monsters before they are created.

For example, Furchart could have read some friendly creatures or people in the book and communicate with them, such as Athena before, rather than a madman like Capricorn.

As for Stan, it's much easier to control, as long as he makes the premise in the book he writes, then the monster will naturally follow his orders once it becomes a reality.

However, the restriction that Stan had mentioned greatly weakened the role he could play, and now that time was of the essence, Brian and the others had no backup plan, to be exact, the power they had at their disposal could not pose a threat to the wizard, so no matter what the plan was, it seemed meaningless.

"How long do you write a story?" Brian let go of his brows and asked curiously, "It's not a long one, it's a short story of a few thousand words, the shorter the better, and it doesn't even need to be good." ”

"It's something that needs inspiration." Stan exclaims, "Good stories need inspiration, do you think writing a story is as easy as going to the supermarket, otherwise why am I a best-selling author and you only ......?"

At this moment, an FBI suddenly pushed the door in, and he whispered a few words in Berica's ear, and Berica's brow instantly furrowed, and Brian could guess that there was something wrong with the museum without even listening.

"He's found out about our actions." Berica whispered to Brian, "Our men split up with Larry and Slate, and he had his eye on Ryry's convoy and was about to catch up. ”

"How long can I get it?" Brian immediately asked.

"Half an hour, or less."

Hearing Berica's answer, Brian said directly to Stan, "I need your story, stop that wizard, you only have twenty minutes." ”

"It can't be." Stan said flatly.

"You have to do it." Brian's voice was calm, but with an unquestionable tone, "Think about yourself, once things are out of control, you will be exposed, what will be the consequences." ”

"But there's too little time." Stan tries to buy more time, "There's no way I'm going to do it." ”

"You don't need to think about the reasonableness of the plot, the reasonableness of the dialogue, as long as it's a story, you can write something simple to delay him first, and then use a longer time to think about how to deal with him." Brian said methodically, his voice still steady without a hint of anxiety.

Stan scratched his head in annoyance, his already thinning hair became even less, leaving little time for Stan, but even less for Brian, "I'll try." He said.

Brian nodded, and immediately the FBI handed Stan the computer and pen and paper, and he was going to come up with a story in twenty minutes, at least to delay the story of the mysterious man.

Stan kept saying that it was impossible, but he knew he had to do it, and whether Brian was exaggerating or not, he wouldn't dare to take the risk, because if there really was an event that couldn't be controlled, it would attract more attention, and Stan, who was exposed, would no longer be able to hide.

Writing a story in twenty minutes is an impossible task, but Stan, who is a best-selling author in the first place, has a lot of ideas for new stories in his head, and he can only come up with some of them at the moment.

As the minutes ticked by, Folchat, Brian, and the others had long since left the conference room, leaving Stan typing on the new typewriter, and almost every minute, bad news kept coming from the front.

Conventional firearms are ineffective, comparable to the forward speed of a car, and can shoot extremely destructive rays from them, and even the power is close to that of a small grenade, although he has been mentally prepared, but after really knowing that conventional means cannot intercept him at all, Brian still can't help frowning.

This is New York, and they can't use large-scale weapons, and even if they do, with the flexibility of the other side alone, it's still a question of whether they can find it.

And most importantly, it's just a wizard who has wreaked so much havoc on the world, and if someone like Silvertongue or Stan summons something more powerful, humanity won't be able to resist at all.

"I hope it's not a protagonist next time." Brian rolled his eyes, "Again, I hate the main character. ”

It's a pity that I don't know where Athena is at this time, if Athena makes a move, I believe that the situation in New York will soon be under control.

Of course, the impact is completely uncoverable.

As the minutes ticked by, Stan in the conference room suddenly stopped typing, and then walked out with a stack of paper still with ink on it as Brian and the others watched.

"I've got it written." He said, "According to your request, if the monster does appear, it should appear directly in your personnel's car, and hates wizards to the extreme. ”

"Very good." "You're doing a great job, and the good news is expected to come soon." ”

"How's the new story being conceived?"

Now it's just a temporary delay for each other, Brian and Stan both know that the next story is the key to dealing with him, originally Brian thought that Stan needed to think about it for a long time, but unexpectedly, he actually said excitedly, "I already have an idea, look outside, it's going to be dark, after dark, I'll ......"

As a best-selling author, he would still be simply fond and happy when his new story was mentioned, but now was not a good time to discuss it, Brian interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said, "You better go back and continue thinking, I'm going to wait for the good news." ”

Stan glared at him, then returned to the conference room again.

Brian nodded vigorously at Berica, who was in charge of the overall situation, and then took a deep breath, "I hope the monster you created will surprise me, Stan." He muttered to himself.

"Of course, it's better to surprise the mysterious man with a big surprise." (To be continued.) )