Chapter 735: Hello Uncle Chen

"Are you satisfied with the results this time?" Claude and Morton sat on the sofa in Nan Ming's office, with half of their butts next to the sofa, looking at Nan Ming nervously, Claude Asking about Nanming's expression, it's just like the old bustard who found out that the emperor's micro-clothes visited the brothel privately in the old movie, confused, apprehensive, and helpless.

Who released the Long Live Lord again? What should I do if I hurt someone while strolling all over the street? Long live Lord, is he in a good mood today? Should I pretend that I don't know Long live Lord? Today's flattery, how can I make Long Live feel comfortable?

Fortunately, today's Long Live Lord seems to be in a very good mood.

"Old Ke, you did a 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, so as not to make you proud." Nan Ming looked at the document in his hand and grinned up.

Claude couldn't understand Nan Ming's Chinese jokes, he blinked his small eyes, and his slender horse face was full of innocence.

The old horse explained a few words in a low voice, and Claude and Morton laughed quickly, as if they had fully understood the true meaning behind Nan Ming's joke.

Claude's contribution is indeed worthy of praise.

With Crowder's full push, the passage of the bill is a certainty. In a few days, the powered exoskeleton will become a commodity controlled by the United States and cannot be exported or sold at will.

Of course, Raytheon is the only company restricted by this bill, because Raytheon's land warriors are the most advanced in the world—at least they themselves advertised that, and they convinced the entire parliament to believe so.

If the land warriors are not the most advanced, then purchasing the land warriors was a wrong decision. Who will be responsible for this mistake? Is it possible to let the senators in the hall be responsible?

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

As long as China does not legislate restrictions, Nanming's powered exoskeleton can be sold as it wants.

Even in the United States, Nanming's powered exoskeleton can still be sold, because the US Congress believes that the powered exoskeleton of Lanshen Technology is not the most advanced, and it belongs to a generation behind the Earth Warrior. This product can be sold to Legal units other than the U.S. military, such as the FBI, police departments, private security companies, and rich people who want to try something new.

However, few people can afford a powered exoskeleton at this price.

Seeing that Claude captured the joy of Nanming Longyan, Morton hurriedly said, "Master Demon King..."

"Don't call me that." Nan Ming suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, he is not a big demon king!

"Uh..." Morton immediately looked at the old horse next to him for help, and the old horse was helpless, expressing that there was nothing he could do to help.

He is Nanming's housekeeper, so he just needs to call Nanming his master or master, and he doesn't need to worry about addressing him.

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

"Okay Uncle Ming." Morton said quickly, "Our FBI also wants to purchase a batch of powered exoskeletons from Lanshen Technology."

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

"About ten units, form a special police team." Morton said.

Nan Ming's interest suddenly faded, he waved his hands and said, "You can just go and buy this kind of trivial matter."

Ten powered exoskeletons add up to 150 million RMB, or more than 20 million US dollars, which is completely out of Nanming's eyes.

Morton smiled sarcastically. He is a deputy director, not a director. He only has so much power in his hands. Purchasing a batch of powered exoskeletons is already the ultimate flattering trick he can think of.

Then, Morton asked another key question: "Uncle Ming, Miss Abby asked me to stop the investigation of the southern killer, what should I do now? If I ordered the suspension of the investigation, Miss Abby would definitely not suspect that I have betrayed , maybe you can get some inside information."

Nan Ming rejected this idea.

"I believe in my brother's investigation ability more than the information you can get as an undercover agent. I want you to fully support their investigation."

"your big brother?"

When Morton knew that Nan Ming's eldest brother was a Chinese policeman who was communicating with the FBI, and happened to be in charge of investigating the Southern Killer case, he couldn't help being stunned.

There is no more coincidence in this world than this.

If this bigbrother hadn't investigated the key information, Miss Abi would not have activated him, let alone let him be released from the authority. Nan Ming is his new master, and Chen Wei is his benefactor.

Coming out of Nan Ming's office, Claude, Morton and Lao Ma sat in the corner of the hall for a while.

The three of them all betrayed Miss Abi, and then surrendered to Nan Ming's side. Their common purpose is only one, revenge.

Because of the side effects of inciting authority, how loyal they were back then, they now have hatred.

If they want revenge, only Nan Ming can do it in this world. For this reason, they are willing to sell everything they have and become Nan Ming's lackeys.

Moreover, they have truly experienced the terrifying power of authority, so they understand that there are some forces in this world that cannot be resisted, it is better to submit.

The older versions of the Avengers gathered together for revenge exchanged their experience with Nan Ming in a low voice for a while, and Morton suddenly remembered the title he didn't understand, and asked, "What does Uncle Ming mean?"

"It's uncle-ming." Lao Ma explained.

Morton was speechless, he was already in his fifties, yet he still wanted to call a teenage brat uncle!

"The Chinese are so strange, they like to be called uncle." Morton said to Claude when he left the Lazy God's US headquarters.

"Well, I heard that Chinese people respect their elders very much. They can't even call their parents by their first names. In short, respect is right..."

...

FBI, Washington headquarters, in a room full of various files, Atano, with a face as square as a stone, pushed the door angrily, and several people in the room immediately joined together.

"Head, how's it going? What did the superior say?" Several agents asked.

"The superior asked us to seal up the data and prepare to hand it over to other people. We will all be transferred to other places... I will be sent to the California Bureau of Investigation..." Attano smiled wryly. He had worked hard for half his life on the Southern Killer case, but Unexpectedly, it would end like this in the end, and even he himself would be sent down.

"How did this happen?" Several detectives shouted, "I'm going to find the supervisor!"

"I heard that this is not the meaning of the supervisor, but an order from a higher level..." Attano smiled wryly, "Who did I offend?"

Everyone's heartbroken look made Atano's heart even heavier, but now is not the time to be sad, he waved his hand and said: "Everyone get busy, take this last chance to organize 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, they can only trust Chen Wei at this time.

They were busy copying the key information, when they were busy, there was a knock on the office door.

Atano alerted everyone to stop, pretending to be packing materials, and said, "Please come in!"

Then he saw Morton, the deputy director of the FBI striding in, glanced around, and went straight to Chen Wei, with a smile on his face: "Hello, Uncle Chen!" (To be continued continued.)