Chapter 876: New York without superheroes

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As the host progressed towards the two buildings in the explosion center, the more exposed things shocked Volchart, and even trembling, the strength of the man he had seen with his own eyes was as high as the mountains. Huge black shadows that could not be hurt by dozens of people or even dozens of submachine guns were scattered in his hands.
And now they have to deal with such people.
Volchart's mood at this time, he didn't know what it looked like, but if he wanted to have a mirror, his face must be very unsightly.
Why did he have to provoke him? Although he looks a little impersonal. . But it does not seem to be a cruel guy.
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Volchart remembers saying that as long as the book is found for him, then he has nothing to do with him, oh yes, and Meggie's voice, he is afraid that he will be sent back to the book, so Meggie's voice is He took it away.
But Volchart believes there must be a way to return Meggie's voice to her without letting Meggie send him back.
Forgive the squirrel-like thinking of Volchart, because it is normal. Volchart is just an ordinary person. When faced with no dangerous threats, ordinary people will feel angry or rebel.
In the face of a more dangerous threat, they may be afraid, and then silently, and when this threat has exceeded his imagination, most people will compromise.
Just like Volchart.
So he did not understand the actions of the New York Police Department on television at this time. It was really because of a huge uncontrollable threat in New York City. Is this serious? They didn't even know there was such a guy in New York City before they told them that this person exists.
But in any case, Volchart is not optimistic about their actions.
The corpse being shown on TV is also a good interpretation of this.
"Oh my god! What's going on?"
"Are they all dead?"
Even those onlookers on TV who were not afraid of the big issues exclaimed and screamed, and the host witfully shifted the camera at the direction of a colleague and moved the station to a new billboard instead of The human body lying on the ground, cold and as if asleep, without a breath of life.
"... Okay, the situation at the scene is a little complicated. We will bring you more detailed content later." The blonde host may not even notice it herself, her voice is a little trembling, or even Even the microphone in his hand shook slightly.
Fortunately, there is already a better news theme for her to temporarily shift her attention.
"Look, what's that." The host pointed to the billboard and said, "This is... a bride, did she escape from the wedding, but why would she knock on the door of the oil painting castle on the billboard?" ."
Vrchart looked at a young girl in a white wedding dress standing in front of the billboard, knocking on the gate of the colorful castle that was printed on. She looked like a princess, but it was a pity.
"You... hello, Mr. Volchart, right." While watching Volvart attentively, a man's voice suddenly appeared next to him.
Vrchart was startled and looked back and found out that it was Stan who had just finished writing the emergency story. He had just sat beside him.
"Yes." Faercha nodded in the face of the first release of friendly Stan.
"Nice to meet you." Stan said, "I'm R..."
"I know who you are," said Volchart. "The original author of Goosebumps, Mr. R.L. Stan, the author of the world's best-selling suspense horror book. I have read your book, the full set, and I like it very much."
Stan was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect to communicate very well. Some people who wouldn't enter Vulchart would say so much.
Volchart seemed to realize that it was not polite to interrupt others in this way, so he quickly squeezed out a smile.
But this smile was far-fetched in Stan's eyes. He was keenly aware of Volchart's emotions. Know that most of the suspicious story writers are very good at observing.
"You seem scared?" Stan asked tentatively.
"Yes." Volchart squeezed a reluctant smile again, and said with a sigh of relief. "I'm really scared."
"Why?" Stan's voice was soft.
Volchart's voice was also very soft. He shook his head and gestured slightly to the left and right. "I'm a German," he said.
Stan immediately understood what Volchart meant. Although his work did not involve these things, it did not mean that Stan did not understand. On the contrary, he was very keen.
A German is sitting at the FBI's headquarters, which is really awkward.
Foreigners who appear at the FBI headquarters are generally spies. . Uh, it's gone.
The FBI is an internal department, so there is generally no connection and cooperation. These are all CIA matters.
So Volchat couldn't help but feel uncomfortable sitting here. Agents from other countries felt bad, like someone staring at you all the time.
Stan seemed to be aware of the embarrassment of this topic, so he immediately threw it behind his head, and then went straight to the topic, "This guy you read out by your daughter?" he asked.
Although it is also sad, it is obviously much better than the previous topic. Vrchat nodded sadly. It is because of this that his daughter is now separated from him and cannot be reunited with his family.
However, there is also a good thing. After the wooden cage fell, Lisa was inserted into the abdomen by a wooden stubble, and she was in a state of dying. Fortunately, Yi Chou saved her back.
"So what is his origin?" Stan asked. "You are called the silver tongue... Because you can read the story into reality, then where did he come from? Since it is a story, there must always be a history. Right."
"Harry Potter? Or Lord of the Rings?" Stan's brow furrowed, pinched his little glasses on the bridge of his nose, like a statue of five senses gathered together, no wonder he looked a bit fierce. At first glance, the appearance also gave people a terrible feeling of weirdness.
Volchart shook his head again, his tone more sad, "I don't know." He said, "I don't know where the book Meggie got from, nor which story he was in."
"He never said his origins since he appeared. The only Meggie who knew the truth was captured by him, and the book... was lost."
"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Stan shrugged, and then realized that it was a bit rude to say this, and quickly remedied. "Uh no, I mean, it's a coincidence, but life is often more dramatic than art. Maybe things will change with an unexpected twist."
"That's the best." Volchart squeezed an ugly smile, but didn't expect it. "I just want to find the book and end it all now. I'm not optimistic about this action, I think. . It’s a mistake for them to start without understanding what they are facing."
"He didn't make any provocation at all, and even if it was provocative. No, it shouldn't be used in this way." Volchate said hesitantly.
"So what should it be?" Stan asked back, his voice seemed to have a hint of smile, and it was still friendly. It was not easy for this fierce faced guy, "Give him a private territory on the land?" A country in a country?"
"No, no, it's not like that." Volchart said quickly, but I'm afraid he didn't even know what he wanted to express. He shook his head for a long time and didn't say a useful word.
Upon seeing this, Stan smiled again, and then said, "Do you really think they deal with that person... Is it to eliminate the unstable factors that are not conducive to public order?"
Volchart froze for a moment, he heard something else in Stan's words, but. . "Isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. "He's really uneasy."
"That person is dangerous is not false," Stan whispered. "But there are many ways to eliminate unstable factors in the bud. Diplomacy is the most commonly used."
"Only when diplomacy can't reach an agreement, war is the subsequent means, and any one will come up with a large-scale round-up."
"They just don't want him to be exposed," Stan said. "Because, apart from war, any means will expose him sooner or later. Only by killing him can all traces be eliminated."
"Why don't you want to expose him?" Volchart felt he couldn't understand more and more.
"Because through him, you will find the silver tongue, even more, such as me." Stan said, "This is a force that completely subverts the existence of technology. Can you imagine that magic really exists?"
"By reading aloud, you can create objects or even people out of thin air. I can even write new stories and then create new monsters. Where does this place the law of conservation of matter?"
"This is magic, this is the realm of God, it is not a power of mortals, and most importantly, it subverts all our knowledge of the present world and is extremely powerful."
"I don't know if this power will replace technology as the mainstream in the future. After all, our number seems to be very small, but it is undeniable that it is powerful."
"I heard that the appearance of the silver tongue seems to be very random. No one knows who will be the silver tongue. This means that there are all over the world. Maybe other countries have discovered and know, maybe not."
"The FBI certainly knows more about these things than I did. They didn't know the silver tongue and me at first, which means they never discovered this information. Now they know it, so the only thing they have to do is, Conceal these news, the longer the better."
"I believe that an intelligence service serving the country listens to someone who wants to hide the news. You can definitely think about it. This is a new force, and no one can give up."
Vrchat stopped talking. If he couldn't understand it at this point, the road he had walked for so many years would go in vain, but this made him even more uneasy. At first, he thought he was just kidnapping together. Later, he felt his identity. After being exposed, it may be ordered to cooperate with the investigation.
But now, he suddenly found that he seemed to be involved in a more confidential level, how could this make him uneasy.
"When they find the guy tricky, they might give up killing him, but that doesn't mean giving up, even if they don't die, they must be expelled, that is, send him back to the book, this is the last Bottom line," Stan said firmly.
Vrchart still seemed to be sitting there dumbly, but Stan seemed to inspire the potential of his inner words, but while he was going to continue chattering, Brian suddenly walked quietly to the two of them, and then took With a consistently optimistic tone, "Hey guys, are you ready to go to battle?"
"Huh?" It was Stan's turn to be stunned with Volchart.
"The news from the front is very bad." Brian said with a slightly more serious look. "Mysterious people are more dangerous and terrible than expected. I'm afraid our people have all been killed, but they are already preparing for the second time. Each time it will be several times more powerful than last time."
"To fight for him this time, we can't do too many large-scale operations, otherwise it will affect the entire city. This time we must succeed, otherwise the city will be in danger."
"So you have to follow us. Of course, you and I are behind. You don't have to come forward at all. By the way, did the book you just wrote out have any effect? ​​Why haven't I received the relevant news yet. "
"And you said you already thought of ways to deal with him, what about your new story?"
Stan's mouth twitched, and after he came to the FBI headquarters, someone reminded him that it was a novel experience.
But without waiting for Stan to explain it, Bryan said, "Forget it, or say on the road, bring your laptop and typewriter, I heard that New York has a princess in the fairy tale world, who do you have? Do you know what happened?"
Brian’s style is the same as before, he can’t stop with a mouth open, and he can talk all the way. When he is talking about himself, Vrchart suddenly asked, "We must Kill him, Meggie is still by his side, and he doesn’t look so good to deal with, already... already..."
Brian clearly understood what Volchart did not finish~EbookFREE.me~ He paused a little and replied, "If there are better options, we will not do it, but he must Leaving this world and returning to his book, this one is the bottom line, and we cannot allow such a risk factor to stay in New York City."
After saying this, Brian went to find other people, but he didn't notice that Volchart, who stayed behind, inadvertently glanced at Stan.
Both of them understood each other's meaning.
"In fact, I already know." Brian shrugged. "Did you see that through the iron house number fixed on the wall, I can see the reflection and guess the movements of the people behind."
"I don't care what they know, because... no one can resist America's will." (To be continued.)
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