In the early morning, before Lin Xi answered the phone, a black car rushed to the door of the Underworld Bureau. Director Wu Zhu quickly got out of the car before the car stopped, and walked along the stairs into the hall.
It was still more than an hour before work, but the neatly dressed princess was already waiting at the door with her folder in her arms. When she met Wu Zhu, the two of them didn't stop or say hello at all, and walked towards the special elevator entrance in perfect tacit understanding.
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"How bad is the situation?" Wu Zhu asked coldly.
"The information sent back from France shows that it is almost 100% certain that Thirteen is the murderer, and all the evidence at the scene points to him." The princess said with a solemn expression.
"But you and I both know that it's impossible for him to do such a thing. Where is Thirteen now?" Wu Zhu quickly walked into the elevator.
"The French side is searching for him throughout the city, but there is no news yet. I tried to contact him, but he did not bring his mobile phone. I have asked the chief of the Diplomatic Section to issue an official document to the Legion of the Holy Cross, asking them to ignore the results of the investigation.
Before the collaborative investigation team we dispatch participates in the investigation, Thirteen’s safety must be guaranteed.”
"This kind of official rhetoric does not apply to this situation. The biggest worry now is not whether Thirteen is really guilty. It is that the people who caused this incident obviously have a bigger plan being implemented. For their purposes, Thirteen
The thing in his hand is very important, and they will probably not let Thirteen survive until the investigation results come out." As Wu Zhu spoke, the elevator had already reached the top floor.
"My lord, is it necessary to tell the Holy Cross Legion about the connection? Let them understand the importance of the incident." the princess said nervously.
"Before you contact Thirteen and find out what happened, don't give them too much complicated information for the time being. This will only create meaningless tension and make the situation more confusing. Go ahead and arrange the nearest flight.
Then let our people set off, and now let me do the thing I hate the most." Wu Zhu sighed and walked into the office.
"Director, what do you hate the most?" the princess asked unconsciously.
"Pretend." Wu Zhu finished speaking and closed the door from the office.
Sitting in front of the large desk, Wu Zhu put down the huge projector in front of him. What appeared on the white screen was a knight sitting on a gorgeous throne. The armor on his body was as bright as a handicraft, and there was no trace of battle experience.
There were no scratches left. The old man with pale long hair was sitting under the armor. He was so shriveled that he could no longer hold up the armor. He felt like a vegetative state. He was even suspicious of him with his forehead hanging down.
Was he asleep or already dead?
"Arthur...Long time no see." Wu Zhu said in a low voice.
The old man in the picture raised his head slightly and looked at Wu Zhu with squinted eyes, as if he was recalling something, "Wuzhu? I didn't expect it was really you. I remember the last time you contacted me was 10 years ago."
"Your Alzheimer's disease has become more and more serious. It has been a year since we last spoke. But I don't blame you. After all, you were 80 years old when you participated in World War II." Wu Zhu sighed softly.
, the old man in front of him, whom he called Arthur, is already 150 years old this year. At this time, every day of his life is considered a profit, and not peeing in his pants is already a miracle of life.
"It's been so long. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Arthur smiled kindly at his old friend, but there was not even a tooth in his mouth.
"One of our special correspondents was wrongly accused in your territory and is being hunted. I need you to stop chasing him immediately and wait for our investigation team to come over and make a conclusion." Wu Zhu raised his voice.
"Really? Wu Zhu, I may have to start using diapers recently, but my mind is still clear. I have already read the report from the frontline investigators. One of our girls was killed by your special agent. Although
That girl is just a temporary worker, but as long as the interests of the two countries are involved, you are slapping me in the old face, you know?" Arthur suddenly said with a fierce face, "I know that your Celestial Underworld Bureau has a large number of people, but I, the Saint
The Crusaders still have a few bones left.
Anyone who dares to touch me in my territory is too brave."
"I said, he was wronged, he was wronged, don't ask me to repeat the old thing." Wu Zhu really has never lost in a fight, "Now I want him to enjoy diplomatic immunity, and during the investigation of the case
Before he knew it, he had the right not to cooperate with any of your investigations. Even if it is finally proven that he did it, only we, the Celestial Empire, can judge him."
"Wuzhu, do you understand the rules? He is just a temporary worker, not even a full-time investigator, so why should he enjoy diplomatic immunity? You think so? Have you ever thought about how to express your point of view at the Federation of Demon Hunting Organizations?
"?" Arthur said with pure contempt.
"Strong people never stick to summary, and strong people can always justify their actions. I know that you will be very unhappy recently because of the issue of the demon hunting border and the German hymn. As long as I think about it, a team's face has '
I am a German's investigator corps will appear in all disputed areas within one day and drive all your guys out of the area. Do you want to try it?"
"You dare to threaten me?" Arthur and the leader of the Holy Cross Legion were trembling with anger.
"I'm just drawing a line for you to follow. It's just a small matter that has to be dealt with in detail. It would be really bad if it hurts the harmony." Wu Zhu changed the topic again.
"Wuzhu, remember, I'm giving you face, just this once. You'd better take care of your people. If he dares to expand the incident and hurt my people, even if you come in person, I still want to try my hand.
How far can Old Bones go? If I go crazy, I will even be afraid of myself!" Arthur's current state is like a gangster who was beaten and ran while turning back and shouting, "Remember me."
"Save it, I'll mail you a pack of specialty broad beans. I hope you have good teeth." In this way, Wu Zhu perfectly handled a diplomatic incident. In the world of practitioners, there is far less need for diplomacy like the surface of the world.
That way, you always talk in circles, or talk about serious negotiations. Tell the other person what you want, and be stronger than him. Even if you have to steal it, you must get it. Strength is the only diplomatic rhetoric in this world.
"Next, I can only pray for the blessings of Thirteen." Wu Zhu has done the best he can. Just like Wu Zhu often said that destiny cannot be violated, what Thirteen is experiencing is also his destiny.
Around the bridge, the artificial fog released by the Holy Cross Legion obscured all surrounding sights, and cordons were set up to completely block both ends of the long bridge.
But even so, the movement on the bridge was still difficult to suppress. Thirteen wielded a giant Zhanma sword and collided with Roka's black stone. What Thirteen did not expect was that although they were holding the sword with one hand, he was using reverse
Jin Jue strengthens the body, and theoretically it is impossible to lose to the guy in front of you in terms of strength.
Weirdly, it was obvious that Luo Ka also had a way to strengthen his body, and the effect was no worse than Thirteen's reverse muscle technique. After dozens of fights, the asphalt road on the bridge was torn to pieces, and Thirteen gradually understood.
Roka didn't understand the secret method. What strengthened his body was the crude-looking half-armor. The chain-mail armor underneath would always shrink or follow his movements, and the powerful chain locks turned into one piece.
It was like his arm had just turned into steel.
Thirteen was a little worried after the beating. He only had a pair of boxer briefs and a windbreaker and didn't bring many candies with him. The life-saving saliva bottle Lin Xi left for himself couldn't be used here.
He was already stuffing bubble gum, which he hated to eat, into his mouth. If the fight was not aimed at killing the guy in front of him, Thirteen would not be able to determine the winner quickly. Obviously... the champion of the West is not a braggart.
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"Are you out of strength? I can still chop for a few more hours!" Luo Ka can flexibly control his performance without eating sugar, which is obviously an advantage over Thirteen.
"Damn it, if I hadn't been worried about finding a place to bury you after killing you, how could you have been so proud for so long? If you have the ability, follow me to Heaven and fight again. If you don't kill you within 30 seconds, I will change your surname to Shit!" Thirteen gasped.
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"Does your champion say it with your mouth? Show me, is your invincible sword really invincible?" Rocca looked like he would not hesitate to destroy Paris for this battle, and he was almost obsessed with power.
He was like a psychopath. He bent his knees slightly and was about to exert force when, from one end of the thick fog, the adjutant stepped forward and blocked Rocca's charge.
"Sir! There is an order from the headquarters. Mr. Thirteen now enjoys diplomatic immunity. The case about Jing Chumei will be investigated together when the Chinese investigation team arrives. We cannot detain him." The adjutant is a devout believer, and he has no respect for his superiors.
Ordering him to do so without hesitation, he turned back to smile at Thirteen and explained what he had just said in jerky Chinese.
"I was scared to death. I thought I was going to spend the night outside. Is this the end of it?" Thirteen sighed and put away his fighting posture. He thought that it was the right choice to escape. The Bureau of Underworld Affairs would not leave such a case without intervening.
Thirteen believed that Wu Zhu had a way to save himself, but he didn't expect that his actions would be so fast and that the Holy Cross Legion would compromise so quickly.
Is it over? At this moment, the black sword edge pierced the adjutant's back. There was no edge at all, and even the ribs were cut off like tofu.
"Fuck!" Thirteen reflexively wanted to draw his sword and attack again, but his momentary relaxation had already slowed him down! The black shadow extending from Luo Ka's feet stretched all the way to behind Thirteen. It looked insignificant.
The thing did get up from the ground and firmly grasped Thirteen's arms.
"I lied. Although there is no grudge, I received a large amount of money to buy your life. Therefore, I will never let you leave here alive." Luo Ka's face looked so greedy, just like an ordinary person