Chapter 612 Fight... Fight the Landlord!

The scales obtained by the captain of the Polar Bear Observation Team at the cost of his life were soon taken away by a pitch-black stealth fighter full of sci-fi beauty.

Obviously, the Mosca top leaders attached great importance to this, and they did not care that the new fighter would be leaked.

The scientific research ships of the ancient Eastern country learned of this news, and they became energetic and doubled their detection of the surrounding scenery.

They hoped to harvest some mysterious and extraordinary things.

However, whether it was the scientific research ship or the survey equipment on the ground, all the tests showed that the environment of the Yeseni River was normal.

Whether it was a rainstorm or an earthquake, they were all naturally formed disasters.

There was no sign of man-made.

Such a result made these big forces feel more terrified, and made those experts and professors feel their insignificance in front of the extraordinary.

If it was not man-made, how could the young Anderson know it? Could it really be a prophecy?

No, it was impossible. Compared with the chestnut short-haired boy being a great prophet, it was obvious that the mastermind behind the scenes was too capable, so that the experts could not detect it, which was more in line with common sense.

It conforms to the scientific logic of thinking.

"These natural disasters clearly have a mastermind behind them, how can they be formed naturally?"

"It seems that we are not capable enough and have no idea of ​​the other party's methods."

"Hiss... If you say that!" Someone with a wild imagination was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then exclaimed: "Doesn't it mean... those earth-shaking large-scale natural disasters in history may also have mysterious forces involved?"

As soon as this guess came out, many people immediately felt cold all over, and they felt the chill all over their spines.

They seemed to see an invisible hand, holding the entire planet tightly, playing with the world composed of ants like them...

"Ahem!" A mature and steady leader said awkwardly: "What are you guessing, you have reached the dead end of conspiracy theories."

"As long as we don't understand the mechanism of how those mysterious extraordinary people did it, we can't make such hasty judgments."

"And... this conjecture must not be leaked, understand!"

"Understood!"

Everyone nodded.

They are not stupid. Once this speculation is leaked, won't someone go to extremes and plant all kinds of large-scale natural disasters that have caused the destruction of families and people in ancient and modern times?

By then, there will be an irreconcilable rift between the world of ordinary people and the world of extraordinary people!

It will also offend those extraordinary forces that are biased towards the government.

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The minister of the Mosca Security Department laughed heartily when he learned that the scales had been successfully recovered. After smoking a cigar, he looked at the ponytailed female assistant.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that little Anderson played very late last night before going to bed?"

The female assistant shook her dark golden ponytail, bent down and whispered, "Yes, it was about 3:30 in the morning that I didn't hear any noise in the room."

Out of respect for Anderson's identity, the Mosca Intelligence Department did not dare to install surveillance directly in Anderson's room.

But it was inevitable to arrange people to guard outside the room and use machines to listen to the noise.

Therefore, they also knew how long Anderson and the three women had been playing.

Hearing that the naughty kid had been playing for so long, the Minister of Security's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but envy:

"Nonsense! He's just a kid!"

"The people we arranged are not that outrageous. Could it be that the traitor did it? He has gone to such lengths to win favor?"

"Huh?" The female assistant looked at her boss in surprise and whispered, "That's not the case. Anderson wanted to play for so long, but in the end, the traitor girl couldn't stand it and fell asleep, so he gave up."

"It's really good to be young."

Slightly startled, he didn't expect that Anderson, this little brat, could be so powerful in the face of a combination of beautiful women, girls, and lolita. The Minister of Security took a puff of his cigar and couldn't help but let out a slightly sad sigh.

"But no matter how energetic he is, he is still a little young after all. It seems that someone needs to remind him."

"Otherwise, if his elders find out, they will think that we are deliberately corrupting their children."

"That's right. It's understandable that young people are playful, but elders will never like if they are too playful."

The female assistant nodded in agreement.

The Minister of Security put down his cigar.

He picked up the document handed by the female assistant and was about to make an instruction.

Suddenly, he found that the content on it seemed to be different from what he thought!

"After Anderson and the others entered the room, they played Landlord for a whole night?"

"Landlord?"

"Yes, it is a card game that is very popular in ancient oriental countries. It has become popular in Moscow recently."

"By the way, hey, Minister, didn't you know it a long time ago?"

The female assistant nodded and looked at the Minister strangely. She was a little confused. What happened to her boss today?

The minister twitched his face and laughed, "I know, of course I know."

"I just drove too fast and was a little out of breath."

"Alas, after all, I'm old, not as good as I was when I was young."

After saying this, the minister read the report carefully and signed his name carefully.

But even he himself didn't expect that the young Anderson only thought of playing Landlord with them in front of the beauties... What a waste of his expression.

Didn't he know to take advantage of this opportunity to do something comfortable that the people like?

"Hmm... Such a simple child is rare. He is not influenced by our bad culture. Only those rare forces can cultivate him."

Thinking of this, the Minister of Security signed two more orders and invited two reliable king-level landlords who were born in Moscow.

To serve as senior consultants of his Moscow Security Intelligence Department!

If necessary, the minister plans to find time to let those female agents learn the knowledge and skills of landlords.

Maybe the naughty boy Anderson was so happy that he regarded the girl who was good at landlords as a good friend and told more secrets?

Xiao Yu didn't know that his one-night game with the mother and daughter and the blonde girl led to the booming development of the landlord business in Moscow.

After giving the gift, he returned to the room, merged with the illusion, got up early, and then there was a crash.

He opened the curtains, letting the morning sun shine in, hitting him and revealing the beautiful figures of the three beauties on the big bed behind him.

"Damn it!"

"Why isn't it me in the room?"

Opposite the hostel is an ordinary hotel.

The hotel room opposite Xiao Yu's room had naturally been booked by agents.

The one who sighed at this time was a member of the investigation team from the ancient oriental country who was in the luxury suite opposite Xiao Yu and looked at the beautiful things with a telescope.

His partner chuckled: "If it were you, you'd probably still be sleeping like a dead pig."

"Also, the official notice from Moscow has come out. Anderson just played Landlord with three beauties all night."

"Play... Landlord?" The member swallowed and sighed: "It's fake, she's ten years old after all. Isn't it said that white children mature early? Isn't it surprising for ten-year-olds to have children?"

"Whether we believe it or not is up to the experts above us."

The partner smiled and raised the telescope to join the observation.

Immediately, he said in a strange voice:

"Quickly turn on the recording function!"

"What is Anderson doing! He made so many strange movements and postures!"

"Oh no, is he practicing?"

"He must be practicing!"

"Quickly record it, no, turn on the real-time satellite link live broadcast mode!"

"Anderson's set of exercises must have been taught by his elders!"

The Minister of Security was still laughing just now, but suddenly learned that Anderson started to do morning exercises on the balcony of the room in front of dozens of foreign affairs personnel, and his posture was strange, which might be the movements of practicing exercises.

He couldn't sit still, and hurriedly took his female assistant downstairs like a little whirlwind, took a car, and rushed to the command center in person.