Lazy God Possession

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"I don't know if you are satisfied with the results this time?" Crowder and Morton were sitting on the sofa in Nanming's office. Asking Nan Ming's expression is just like the old stunner who found the emperor in a micro-clothing private visit to the Qinglou in the old movie.

Who released the Viva again? What should I do if I walk across the street and hurt someone? Long live, how are you feeling today? Should I pretend I don't know Long Live? How can I take a picture of the flattery today to make Vive la comfortable?

Fortunately, today's Banzai seems to be in a good mood.

"Old grams, good job. Well, this time I will give you 82 points, and the remaining 18 points will be given to you in the form of 666, lest you be proud." Nan Ming looked at the file in his hand and grinned. Already.

Claude couldn't understand Nanming's Chinese jokes, blinked his small eyes, and his skinny horse face was innocent.

The old horse whispered a few words in the back, and Claude and Morton laughed quickly, just as they fully realized the true meaning behind the Nanming joke.

Claude's credit is indeed commendable.

With Claude's full promotion, the passage of the bill has been nailed down. In a few days, the powered exoskeleton will become a US-controlled commodity, which cannot be exported or sold at will.

Of course, the only company restricted by this bill is Raytheon, because Raytheon's earth warriors are the most advanced in the world-at least they propagate it themselves and convince the entire parliament.

If the Earth Warriors were not the most advanced, then purchasing the Earth Warriors was a wrong decision. Who will be responsible for this mistake? Is it responsible for the members of the parliament?

Moreover, even if this bill wants to control Lazy Technology, it must be managed because Lazy Technology is a Chinese company and is not under the jurisdiction of the United States.

As long as China does not legislate, Nanming's power exoskeleton can be sold as much as you want.

Even in the United States, Nanming's power exoskeleton can still be sold, because the US Congress believes that Lazy God Technology's power exoskeleton is not the most advanced. It belongs to a product that is one generation behind the Warriors of the Earth. This product can be sold Legal units outside the U.S. military, such as the FBI, the police, private security companies, and the rich who want to try something new.

However, few people can afford the power of exoskeleton at this price.

Seeing Claude's filming of Nan Minglong Yan Dayue, Morton also quickly said: "Master Devil ..."

"Don't call me that." Nan Ming turned sunny to cloudy, he was not a big devil!

"Uh ..." Morton looked at the old horse next to him for help, and the old horse was helpless, saying he loved Mo help.

He is the steward of Nanming, just call Nanming the master or master, and there is no need to worry about the title.

Nan Ming waved his hands and said, "Call me Uncle Ming!"

"Good Uncle Ming." Morton quickly said, "We, the FBI, also want to purchase a batch of powered exoskeleton from Lazy God Technology."

"Oh? How many?" Nan Ming asked. The FBI is very rich. It is said that important task forces have their own private jets!

"About ten, set up a special SWAT team," Morton said.

Nan Ming was suddenly confused and waved his hand: "You can just buy this kind of trivial matter."

The ten power exoskeleton combined add up to 150 million yuan and more than 20 million US dollars.

Morton chuckled. He was a deputy director, not a positive, and he had so much power in his hands. Purchasing a batch of powered exoskeleton was already the limit he could think of.

Then Morton asked another key question: "Uncle Ming, Miss Abi asked me to suspend the Southern Killer's investigation. What should I do now? If I ordered the investigation to be suspended, Miss Abi would not suspect that I had betrayed Maybe you can get some inside information. "

Nan Ming rejected this idea.

"Rather than the information you can get undercover, I trust my brother's investigative ability more. I want you to fully support their investigation."

"Yourbigbrother?"

Morton was stunned when he knew that Nan Ming's elder brother was a Chinese policeman who was communicating with the FBI and was responsible for investigating the Southern Killer case.

There is no other coincidence in this world.

If it wasn't for the bigbrother's investigation of the key information, Miss Abby would not start him, let alone be released from the role of authority. Nan Ming is his new owner, but Chen Wei is his benefactor.

Out of Nanming's office, Claude, Morton, and Old Horse sat for a while in the corner of the hall.

All three of them betrayed Miss Abi, and surrendered to Nan Ming's side. Their common purpose was only one, revenge.

Because of the side effects of inciting authority, how loyal they were at the beginning, how much hatred they have now.

Wanting revenge, only Nanming can do it in this world, for this they are willing to betray everything and become a running dog under Nanming's door.

Moreover, they have truly experienced the terrorist power of authority in person, so they understand that there are some forces in this world that cannot fight, and it is better to submit.

The old version of the Avengers, gathered together for revenge, whispered the experience of getting along with Nan Ming for a while, and Morton suddenly remembered the name he didn't understand, and asked, "What does Uncle Ming mean?"

"It's uncle-ming," the old horse explained.

Morton was speechless. He was in his fifties and even called an uncle, a bear boy in his tenth year!

"The Chinese are really weird. They like to be called uncle by others." Morton said to Claude when he left Lazy God's US headquarters.

"Well, I heard that Chinese people have great respect for their elders. They can't even call their parents' names. Anyway, they must be respected ..."

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FBI, Washington headquarters, in a room full of various archives, Atano with a rocky face pushed in the door, and several people in the room gathered together immediately.

"Head, how is it? What did the superior say?" Several agents asked.

"The superior asked us to archive the data and prepare to transfer it to others, and we will all be transferred to other places ... I will be sent to the California Bureau of Investigation ..." Atano smiled wryly. He worked hard for the Southern Killer case for half a life, but I didn't expect it to end like this in the end, and even he himself would be sent down.

"How can this happen?" Several agents yelled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'm going to find a supervisor! "

"I heard that this wasn't what the supervisor meant. It was an order from a higher level ..." Atano smiled wryly. "Who the **** did I offend?"

The desperation of the crowds made Atano more heavy, but now is not the time to be sad, he waved: "Everyone is busy, take advantage of the last opportunity, arrange the important information, and quietly copy a copy to Chen ! "

Chen Wei nodded and promised: "When I return to China, I will continue to investigate and bring all these people to justice!"

Although everyone is not optimistic, but at this time can only trust Chen Wei.

They were busy copying key information, and while they were busy, the office door was knocked.

Atano warned everyone to stop, pretending to be packing information, and said, "Come in!"

Then he saw Morton, the FBI's deputy director, stepping in, glanced around, and went straight towards Chen Wei, with a smile on his face: "Hello Uncle Chen!" (Continued.) Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.