Chapter 125: The Fake Prophet (9/10)

Fan Mang drove his F150 to the San Francisco police station. Turning on the alien radar, he frowned.

No aliens, at least not the kind of alien seers he thought. Earthlings, are there really prophets?

Before he could go inside, thinking about how to chat with the man who claimed to be a prophet, he saw a car driving out of the police station, and the figure on the TV was sitting in the back seat of that car.

The man who called himself a prophet was picked up? Is it someone from the government here, or from the military?

Fan Mang turned the square disc to keep up, there was still time left.

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Hannibal Zhou, a black market dealer, has been entrenched in California. He had done many profitable businesses on the black market before, but he suddenly found a more profitable one.

There is only such a monster in the world. If the monster can be divided and its bones sold to different buyers, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price.

No matter those scientific research institutions, pharmaceutical companies, or some wealthy private collectors, the price given by each will not be low. This thing is a seller's market, not afraid of expensive.

The premise is that he has to get the corpse first.

At present, this corpse has been taken away by the military, but who said that the military has no one?

The corpse was originally incomplete, and it was bombarded by missiles. It is reasonable to lack some parts, right?

Now there are rumors on the Internet that there is more than one monster, so he must hurry up and sell the monster's bones first. Once there are really more, it is worthless.

There is a person who claims to be a prophet, and is currently under the control of the San Francisco Police Department. Hannibal intends to control the other party first. Since he is a prophet, he must be able to predict when the next monster will appear, right?

With this news, he can also sell at a high price. You can also cooperate with the military to get some monster corpses to make money.

Through friends in the police station, Hannibal quickly met the guy who claimed to be a prophet. From the appearance, the beard is very long, and there is some madness in the eyes, is it true?

"I'm Hannibal Zhou, a person who can rescue you. You said that you are a prophet, predicted the end of the day, and delayed the time of the disaster by yourself?"

The bearded man raised his head proudly, and looked at Hannibal with contempt: "Of course. If it weren't for me, the end would have come early. This time the monster appeared, and I used my great power to kill the monster. You wouldn't Do you really think that such a big guy can be taken care of by a small fighter missile?"

Hannibal's pupils shrank. The news he got was that when the fighter jets attacked, the monster might have been killed. The exact person is unknown, but the fatal wound in the monster's mouth is definitely not the result of the missile.

"You mean the monster will appear again? Can you predict the specific address and time? If you can, I will take you away and give you unimaginable wealth."

"Of course I can!" The bearded man slowly raised a hand, "I will kill monsters again to protect our earth."

Hannibal's eyes lit up: "Okay, then let's cooperate."

Ten minutes later, the bearded man got into Hannibal's car and left the police station together. Looking back, it can be said that Big Beard is a rumormonger and has been imprisoned. He doesn't care whether everyone believes it or not.

The car drove to his manor in the suburbs, Hannibal got out of the car with the bearded man, waved his hand, and asked the bodyguards to patrol, and he wanted to have a good talk with the bearded man.

Arriving near the manor in the suburbs, Fan Mang stopped the car, entered the space directly, then moved his body, and disappeared with a whoosh.

Hannibal was testing the bearded man when he suddenly saw a dark figure scurrying through the window. He instinctively took out the revolver from his pocket, but before he could aim, he found that the revolver in his hand was gone.

An Asian man holds his revolver,

Aiming at his head. How did this Asian come in? There are so many bodyguards outside him, but no one noticed? !

"What are you going to do? If you want money, tell me the amount, I will not counter-offer. If someone else hires you to kill me, I will give you double, as long as you give me an account and let me make a call." Calmly, You must be calm at this time.

Fan Mang sat on the sofa: "Shut up, I'll come find him."

The body of the bearded man was trembling constantly. The speed of this man was so fast that he didn't see it clearly just now.

"I heard that you are a prophet? So did you predict that I would come? It's best to be honest, don't let me use some unconventional methods, you will definitely regret it."

"I, I'm not a prophet, I just want to scam some money. I saw that many people on the Internet were afraid, so they stood up and said that it was me who posted the post. In fact, it was not me. I just reposted it first."

"It's true what I said, I'm broke, I owe a lot of money to the bank, my house is foreclosed, I just want to make some money."

Fan Mang leaned on the sofa, he was actually a liar, which made him very nervous. I thought that in this world, there are also real prophets appearing.

Hearing what the bearded man said, Hannibal's heart was blown away. I used so many connections to get you out, but I turned out to be a liar!

"Mr., you can take him away, and I can have someone take you out. Is it nothing to do with me?"

Fan Mang looked at Hannibal: "You get him out of the police station. You can handle such a big impact. It seems that you have a lot of energy?"

"Sir, if you want me to do anything, just ask." Hannibal looked at the muzzle of the gun in Fan Mang's hand, I might as well not have a gun, at least now I can call the bodyguards to come in and save me.

"It's nothing, I'm just going to show you a magic trick." Fan Mang put on his sunglasses and took out his amnestic device.

Those two people didn't know what Fan Mang meant. You broke in and pointed a gun at us just to let us watch you perform magic tricks?

A flash of bright light flashed, and Fan Mang took off his sunglasses: "The monsters are not extinct, and they will reappear in the Pacific Ocean again, and ordinary missiles are useless at all. The people behind you tell you that this news must be announced as soon as possible."

Along the window, Fan Mang jumped out, it was time to go back.

A bodyguard looked at his companion: "Did you see a black figure just now? It seemed there was one a few minutes ago."

The companion pouted: "It's not dark yet, who are you scaring? The yard is so big, I can't see any shadows? Can the shadows run tens of meters in a second?"

Of course, it is not tens of meters per second, but hundreds of meters per second.

Hannibal's eyes regained clarity, the monster would really appear again, the boss asked him to announce the news. Although I don't understand why the boss made such a decision, he must implement it.

He grabbed the phone and dialed a number: "People repost the post that the monster is not extinct, I want everyone to know about it!"