The agents entered the presidential suite of the Mosca Hotel, not long after they began searching.
Mosca's official residence also welcomed the distinguished extraordinary messenger Anderson, the champion of the psychic competition.
Emperor Mosca formally summoned Anderson and gave him ceremonial respect.
Young Anderson also seemed to know that he was not representing himself this time, but the sect behind him and even the many extraordinary beings involved, and he also hid his youthful nature.
Anderson acted conscientiously. After a cordial and friendly meeting with Mosca's senior management, he entered the secret room and began to discuss the key points.
"Good morning everyone, if possible, I really don't want to come here to meet you again so early."
After entering the secret room, young Anderson put aside his disguise and gave a bitter smile, then sat down and sighed:
"But there is no other way. Master thinks that I am the only one among them who has dealt with you, so I am the best candidate to contact you."
Having said this, the senior Mosca executives present at the meeting nodded, and at the same time they felt that it was easier to deal with an underage extraordinary person like Anderson than to meet a strange extraordinary person.
After all, they had completed Anderson's psychological model a long time ago, so they would not do things that would anger the other party without knowing it.
And they even felt that through the past few days of trying to please him, they had already increased the favorability of the boy Anderson.
"Please tell us, Anderson, we are mentally prepared for this."
A skinny old man wearing a tall hat and a blue scarf broke the silence that followed, looked at Anderson and said.
Anderson touched his short chestnut hair and seemed to be organizing his words. He paused for a while before nodding:
"Master wants me to tell you that this time they sealed the extraterrestrial evil spirits, they were generally successful."
"The aftermath of several triggers was within control with the help of my companions."
"It's just that there was an accident at the Iron Guard City."
"Iron Acropolis?"
"But that big industrial city near the border?"
Everyone in the meeting was shocked, and they all remembered the name of this city and recalled relevant information about this city.
Anderson nodded and continued: "That's right there. Master said the sealing node there is particularly fragile."
"We must rearrange our formation."
"In order to re-arrange the formation, you must first destroy the original formation nodes... This will cause the power of the devil to flow out from there at that moment, causing catastrophic consequences to that area."
"Disastrous consequences? Like the last submarine earthquake?" The skinny old man thought of the young Anderson's first prediction and couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, but the intensity will vary greatly."
Anderson continued to nod, and said with a frightened look on his face: "The disasters I mentioned in my previous prophecies were nothing more than the fluctuations caused by the Demon King's struggle during the sealing node."
"This time it will be its best fight."
"Master said... I'm afraid the Iron Guard City will cease to exist!"
An industrial city ceases to exist?
This is just a try!
Isn’t the power of a large-yield nuclear bomb nothing more than this?
No, if we only calculate the explosion yield and the area of ​​absolute destruction, I am afraid that no nuclear bomb can achieve this level with just one shot!
Neither does the full version of Big Ivan!
How can senior officials like the Steel Acropolis fail to recall that this is a large city second only to Mosca in size, with a large number of industrial production bases, which once provided one-third of the engineering machinery production capacity of the Polar Bear Empire back then?
...Although it is now dilapidated.
The foundation is still there.
If you want to completely raze it to the ground, instead of simply creating a radiation zone, it may not be possible to achieve even one-tenth of the polar bear country's nuclear arsenal!
But that boy Anderson said so confidently.
Such precise words!
Combined with his identity and the predictions that shocked them several times before, there is also the time point during which extraordinary people from all walks of life came.
Mosca's senior executives found that at this moment, they had no choice but to believe what the Anderson boy said!
Because... they can't find any other choice at all!
There are simply no experts who can give scientific explanations for these things.
No second extraordinary person jumped out to tell them different facts.
From the beginning, they had no choice!
We can only listen to what Young Anderson said seriously first, and then feel angry or panic about our embarrassing situation in our hearts...
"Master reminds you to evacuate the residents of Steel Guard City quickly to avoid being affected..."
The young man Anderson paused for a while, seeing that Mosca's senior executives had recovered from their confusion one by one, and then continued:
"In addition, in order to suppress the impact of the Demon King's counterattack as much as possible."
"We spent a lot of money to invite His Highness Phoenix's help."
"But for His Highness Phoenix to come, even if it's just an incarnation... it will take a lot of time to prepare. But what we lack most right now is time."
"so!"
Anderson said this, pressed his left hand across his chest and saluted Emperor Mosca:
"I testify as the son of Swaya and guarantee the reputation of the Night Watch. We hope to gain your trust and help."
"Please help us complete the construction of the Phoenix Summoning Array!"
"Of course, it's a matter of life and death for thousands of people, and we, the polar bear country, have no mercy!"
After a Mosca executive expressed his position, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he opened his mouth in surprise:
"Wait a minute, what did you just say? You... you are the son of Swaya?"
"Yes, I have the blood of my ancestor Swaya flowing in my body!"
Anderson puffed up his chest proudly.
Most of the rest of Mosca's senior management also came back to their senses and realized what the surname Sveya and the name of the organization "Night of Light" meant.
"Sveya is the ancient god of war in the myths and legends of our main ethnic group in Mosca!"
"This Anderson is actually a family member inherited from the ancient God of War?"
"Then isn't he the son of the God of War in a sense?"
"The Light Watch is an organization composed of gods and heroes who represent the light side in mythology. They maintain a balance with the Dark Watch and jointly protect the world."
"If Anderson didn't say anything, it's not impossible that his background information came from here."
"After all, in myths and legends, it is normal to record and worship extraordinary beings as gods."
"Not to mention there is secondary processing."
"It's just a little unbelievable. Who would have thought that this young man who looks a bit middle-class and arrogant would have such an extraordinary background!"
Mosca's senior management wanted to think about it, so naturally none of them would be so frank.
They made awe-inspiring expressions and discussed with the boy Xiao Yu had transformed into Anderson, how they could help.
Chapter completed!