"I'll find the most powerful spiritualist," Lei Ang roared. "I want the most powerful spiritualist! I don't care how much it costs."
"Minister, are you serious?" The secretary walked in and looked at Lei Ang.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
Lei Ang took out a document from under his desk.
"Take it. Invite them from here."
As the head of the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department, Lei Ang had many spiritualists under his command.
"Minister, are you really going to rebuild a supernatural organization because of this incident?"
"What? My words don't work anymore? "
The secretary looked at Lei Ang helplessly. "Since you've decided, I'll do it."
…
"Mr. Chen, hello." Felwood Cisco came to the ruins of the Supernatural Organization's headquarters.
When Felwood saw the ruins, he had a rough plan in his heart.
"This is West. He'll be in charge of the handover." Chen Zhao pointed at him.
"Mr. Chen, what's the specific purpose of this project?"
"Office use," Chen Zhao said. "But I hope to have a high-tech exterior design."
"What about the size of the office?"
"No more than 20 people, but the office also needs a warehouse and a machine room." Chen Zhao added, "But other than the office, I also need to build a foundation that can support a 100-meter building."
"Huh?" Felwood was confused. This place was already secluded enough. Was Chen Zhao planning to build a 100-meter tall building here?
"You don't need to know the purpose. You just need to do it."
"Okay."
Felwood couldn't think of a reason to reject Chen Zhao's money.
Since Chen Zhao had given him such a large order, he had no reason to reject it.
"I'll give you the blueprints within a week and send them to Mr. Chen and Mr. West."
Although Chen Zhao wanted him to handover to West, Chen Zhao's status was clearly higher than West's.
Therefore, he had to consider Chen Zhao's suggestions and requests. Chen Zhao definitely had the right to speak.
"West, if you have any requests, you can discuss it with Mr. Felwood yourself."
"Okay." West nodded.
"Also, I'm going to Canada for vacation with Fali the day after tomorrow. I won't be back until the 25th. Don't disturb me if there's nothing important."
After giving instructions, Chen Zhao left the reconstruction of the association headquarters to West.
In any case, he was just a hands-off shopkeeper. After all, he had already paid for it, so there was no need for him to do anything.
…
Mrs. Peter was sitting in the courtyard, enjoying the afternoon sun and reading a book.
At this moment, the butler walked over.
"Madam, there's someone outside. He said he wants to see you."
"Who is it?"
"He didn't say, but he said you would see him," the butler said.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Peter asked in confusion.
"He said that he had made a deal with you before."
"I haven't made a deal with anyone," Mrs. Peter said with a frown.
Although she was rich, it was all inherited from her family.
"What does he look like?"
"He was wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a trench coat. The collar was pulled up high, so I couldn't see his face clearly."
Mrs. Peter's mind instantly thought of someone.
It was that person, that person had come?
The messenger of God!
Why did he come?
"Let him in." Mrs. Peter suddenly became nervous.
Not long after, a man followed the butler into the room.
Mrs. Peter kept staring at the person behind the butler. Just like the first time, she could not see his face.
"Sir, how should I address you?"
The man did not speak. He just stood there quietly.
"Anderson, you can leave first."
"Yes, madam," the housekeeper said after she left.
After the butler left, the man said, "You know who I am."
"I don't know how to address you." Mrs. Peter tried to remain calm.
"You can call me Sheemie."
"Hello, Mr. Sheemie. May I know why you are here?"
"I'm here to take back what I stored here."
Mrs. Peter's face instantly turned pale. "You … You want to take my legs?"
"No, it's part of our deal. I won't take it."
"Then … What do you want to take?"
Suddenly, Sheemie reached out a hand and pierced Mrs. Peter's stomach.
Mrs. Peter felt a sharp pain. She watched as the hand pierced through her stomach, but she could not scream.
Her voice was stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
This hand was not a human hand.
It was not the hand of God as she had thought.
This hand was furry, like a wild beast.
This time, Mrs. Peter saw the man's face clearly.
It was not a human face at all.
Just then, Sheemie retracted his hand and took out a bright red ball from Mrs. Peter's stomach.
The ball seemed to have a life of its own. It kept pulsing.
"Goodbye." Sheemie waved his hand.
Mrs. Peter fell to the ground, muttering, "Why?"
…
Chen Zhao saw a car parked at the door. Two uniformed people got out.
Chen Zhao walked to the door. "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hello, sir. Is Miss Fali here?"
"Fali, someone is looking for you."
Fali immediately ran out. "Hello, who are you?"
"We're deliverymen from Tammy's Sporting Goods Company. Your skis are here."
"Thank you."
After the deliveryman left, Chen Zhao looked at Fali. "Fali, you want to ski?"
"How can I not ski when I'm going to Canada?"
Chen Zhao was going crazy. She was almost three months pregnant.
Even if he had to handcuff her, he would not let her ski.
Of course, before things developed in the worst direction, Chen Zhao would still use logic to convince her.
"Fali, do you know that the lowest temperature in Montreal in November is -4? If you want to ski, you have to go to Alberta. The temperature there is already -10. Gerlyn has always lived in California. It's hard for her to get used to Alberta's temperature."
"You don't want me to ski, right?"
"After you give birth," Chen Zhao said. "I'll make a ski field in front of my house."
Chen Zhao did not care about anything else since he had already bragged.
He had to stop Fali's crazy actions first.
"How do you make it?"
"With magic," Chen Zhao said.
"Okay, you said it. You can't go back on your word."
"I promise." Chen Zhao broke into a cold sweat. He would ask Carrie if she could do it. If she couldn't, he would ask the experts in Hell.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"Hello."
"Are you Mr. Chen? I'm Mrs. Peter's housekeeper. Please come over. Mrs. Peter is seriously injured … "
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