Chapter 423 Ross

"Roger the Iceman...is dead?"

Inside the Dune Defense, Lucy, old man Paul, and two bodyguards stared blankly at this scene with dull expressions.

"Impossible... It's fake, Roger is a third-level supernatural being! General of the Black Clothes Club! He once resisted the encirclement and suppression of an army..."

Lucy murmured.

"Nothing's impossible...that's Roger indeed!"

Old man Paul sighed: "Hua Guo...is really a magical country."

"Doctor... I have to say, your acting skills are still not up to par!"

Fang Yuan turned around, and instead of looking at the dead Roger, he took the scalpel from the doctor and pressed it directly on his eyes: "Tell me... how do you want to die?"

"Wait a minute!"

Old man Paul couldn't sit still: "This gentleman...he is very important to us, please hand him over to us!"

"Actually, what you want to say is that I don't have the right to judge them?"

Fang Yuan turned around and smiled slightly.

If he hadn't shown his astonishing strength, I'm afraid the four members of the White Pigeon Club would have rushed forward.

"No... I'm just asking you!"

Old man Paul was shocked, but he still maintained a calm tone.

"Since it's a request, can I accept it or not?"

Fang Yuan slid the scalpel randomly, drawing bloodstains on the face of the immobile doctor.

Because of the existence of life abilities, the cut wound healed quickly, and it was able to be cut repeatedly, which was definitely not something to be happy about for the doctor.

'This is a madman! '

Looking at the smiling Fang Yuan, he was completely terrified, and suddenly shouted: "Paul from the White Pigeon Club, right? I know you! Hurry up and save me... I know the plan of the Demon God Soldier from the Black Clothes Club. I provided the funds and preliminary experimental data!"

‘Sure enough...the Demon God Soldier plan? ! '

Lucy and Paul looked at each other, and took a firm step forward. At the same time, the two bodyguards who had no sense of presence behind also took out two silver firearms full of sci-fi style.

Although their physical fitness is amazing and they have undergone rigorous training, even if they were scumbags in front of them, such as the former soldier kings and top killers, but at this time, they are indeed like scenery boards, dispensable.

"It's not impossible to hand him over to you!"

Fang Yuan smiled: "What kind of return can you give me?"

Old man Paul heaved a sigh of relief: "You can get the friendship of our White Dove Club... Of course, and in the Golden Eagle Federation, no matter what you do, you can get our assistance..."

"It sounds very insincere..."

Fang Yuan tossed it casually, and the doctor rolled and flew out: "But, that's it! I agree!"

"Thanks!"

The old man Paul looked a little embarrassed, and ordered his subordinates to take out a pair of handcuffs to restrain the doctor. No matter how familiar Fang Yuan looked, it was the anti-magic handcuffs he designed.

"These are the anti-magic handcuffs. They were invented by Dr. Fang Yuan, the top scientist in your country of China. I have to say that they are really genius-like ideas. After being handcuffed, the supernatural beings below the second level will immediately die. will be incapacitated..."

Paul did not recognize Fang Yuan after changing his appearance, so he explained.

At this time, the news of a supernatural attack in the bar had already spread, and there were even shrill sirens outside.

"Okay...we can't conflict with the patrol, let's leave now!"

Old man Paul looked down at Yuan.

"I have no opinion!"

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders, found another suitcase, and randomly stuffed a large sum of cash into it.

"Hey...greedy yellow man!"

Even though Lucy had already suffered, the girl's rebellious heart still hummed.

...

After a few people left, a large number of patrolmen came to the scene, opened the cordon, and several forensic doctors came in to collect evidence.

Half an hour later, members of the FBI in black trench coats also came here.

"Information shows... this is a subordinate force of the Black Clothes Society - the lair of the Brotherhood!"

A man in a windbreaker had a cigarette in his mouth, and a schadenfreude smile appeared on his face: "A fight between supernatural beings? I like to see this kind of scene where vicious dogs bite each other..."

"Then the next scene, you definitely don't want to see it!"

Looking at Roger on the ground, one of his companions suddenly pulled out an old-fashioned display screen. After scanning it, he immediately exclaimed: "This is... Roger the Iceman!?"

"What? A senior cadre of the Black Clothes Club, an Iceman who can manipulate ice and whose defense is hard against machine guns? Impossible!"

Several men in windbreakers gathered around, comparing the identical faces on the screen with those on the ground, they fell silent for a moment.

"Damn! It's just to track down a foreign superpower, how did you get involved in this kind of thing..."

The commander of the man in the windbreaker felt his scalp go numb.

This kind of thing, even his boss's boss, the director of the investigation bureau, would have a headache when he encountered it.

After all, they are the ones who know the strength of the Black Clothes Society best. They are simply giants that can stand up to the extraordinary power of the Federation. They are half black and half white, and their ways are very wild. They have relations with many congressmen and senior generals.

"Shit!"

He cursed severely: "Report the information immediately and seek support!"

"yes!"

The subordinates responded immediately and quickly dialed the phone.

And this time the response came faster than expected. Ten minutes later, a team of people in black suits rushed in.

"Are you... from the Black Clothes Club?"

The chief of the investigation bureau frowned when he saw this attire.

"Well...you don't have to look into things here, we will take over everything!"

A big white man like a golden lion spoke slowly, with a thick voice and a natural sense of oppression.

At this time, he walked up to Roger and took off his top hat: "Although Roger is the weakest of our thirteen senior cadres, the prestige of the Black Clothes Club must never be tarnished by outsiders!"

"This is not in compliance with the law...you are just civil organizations!"

The chief of the investigation bureau, who vaguely remembered the identity of the other party, said in a trembling voice while wiping away his cold sweat.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the Brick communicator in his hand suddenly rang, making him stand at attention involuntarily, and then called: "Sir!...Yes! I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression: "According to Shangguan's order, from now on, our Investigation Bureau will assist you and provide you with information and clues!"

"Is that right!"

Someone in the black suit behind the golden lion laughed, full of irony.

The employees of the Investigation Bureau blushed, but at this moment they could only endure.

"Boss, the sketch is out!"

A man in a windbreaker ran in quickly, holding up a sketch in his hand: "According to the description and comparison of the survivors, the one who did the work here was the yellow race who just entered the country!"

"show me!"

The big man like a golden lion grabbed the sketch and glanced at it.

This is Fang Yuan's disguised image, a shy-looking young man.

"Is this the kind of person who killed Roger and kidnapped the doctor?"

The big man roared: "He is dead... I, the golden lion Barton, will definitely tear off his limbs and let him go to hell whining!"

...

"What does the Demon God Soldier plan mean?"

At this time, Fang Yuan asked Lucy in a stretched black car.

"Tell him!"

Old man Paul in the front seat sighed.

"We only know a rough idea. It's some kind of human experiment. The lunatic scientists of the Black Clothes Club hope that people will create supernatural powers and control them into weapons...so as to break through certain boundaries!"

Lucy said: "We only know so much, and more complicated information needs to be tortured from the doctor!"

At this time, the healer's eyes were dull, apparently hypnotized by Lucy.

And Lucy Chick obviously regained her confidence from him. Although she still didn't dare to provoke Fang Yuan, she finally recovered from the frustration.

"Artificially produced abilities?"

Fang Yuan touched his chin: "As expected..."

"What did you say?"

"nothing……"

"Okay... sir, we don't know your name and your purpose yet?"

Old man Paul turned his head and stared at Fang Yuan with a searching look.

"My name is... Lei! I came to the Golden Eagle Federation to find the whereabouts of a work of art."

Fang Yuan said calmly.

"It's that simple?"

Lucy showed ten thousand disbeliefs on her face: "Is it possible that you, a third-level supernatural being, is a national treasure that has been handed down in Central Continent?"

Even if it is really a priceless national treasure, it has no military role at all, and even in the eyes of high-level officials, it is not as valuable as a third-level supernatural being.

"I entrust the doctor to you because I need you to mobilize my strength and investigate the collector's trace!"

Fang Yuan spoke bluntly.

"Okay... If your purpose is only this, I think we can help you with all our strength!"

Old man Paul thought for a while, and asked, "Who is the collector you are looking for?"

"Eric Ross!"

Fang Yuan announced the name of a person.

"The Ross family?"

Lucy held her head and rolled her eyes: "I knew it wasn't that simple!"

"I know he is very powerful, it seems that he is not ordinary..."

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course...the Ross family is a well-known big family in Flo State. It used to have 5 generals and 3 vice presidents. At this time, it has transformed into the Ross consortium! And the Eric you mentioned Ross, is at the helm of the present age!"

Paul looked at Fang Yuan sympathetically: "Lei! Give up!"

In the Golden Eagle Federation, offending a consortium may be more terrifying than offending ordinary officials.

Not to mention, such a big family can not only use the power of the Federation, but also have a large number of supernatural beings under them.

Even the White Pigeon Club is not willing to easily conflict with the other party!

"Sorry! I'm bound to win!"

Fang Yuan crossed his arms and rejected the proposal coldly.