Another ten days passed, and it was almost the end of July.
On a tropical island in the Caribbean Sea, butterflies fluttered and bees wandered. The vegetation was lush, but there were no venomous snakes or insects. It was a pleasant and pleasant scenic spot.
Only a few flies and mosquitoes occasionally flew by, which inevitably spoiled the scenery.
In the past, this place was full of primitive scenery, but today, rows of exquisite wooden houses were erected along the coast of the island.
The doors of the wooden houses faced north and were arranged in a fan shape, as if saying, "Come back to my embrace."
Four tall flagpoles were erected in front of the wooden houses, each with a large word hovering above it. Together, it was' Magical Provenance '.
"Mr. Robert, please rest assured. If you open your company here, you will definitely not receive any interference from the Investigation Bureau. With the protection of the Bodhisattva and the Venerable One watching over us, it is impossible for their dirty hands to reach here, even though this is their backyard. "A large butterfly the size of a fist was surrounding a middle-aged Caucasian man as it said.
"Sigh, it's my fault. I should've chosen to open this company here from the beginning, then there wouldn't be so many troubles." Robert held his head and frowned.
"It's not too late now, but Mr. David is really a person with a sense of justice. You'd rather give up the convenience in America and offend the extremely powerful Investigation Bureau than sell the Venerable One's technical secrets. It's really admirable." The large butterfly complimented.
This was the first big customer that the Spiritual Insects Clan welcomed. The other party had paid a price of 30 million USD just to buy the land in the early stages.
With the subsequent arrival of a large number of customers, it would definitely bring a lot of business to the island.
This large butterfly was a kind and honest businessman when it was alive, but it died in a disaster and was reincarnated into a butterfly by the Bodhisattva Spirit King.
A few days ago, the Bodhisattva Spirit King wanted to find someone who was good at business to improve their predicament of not being able to make ends meet, so he chose it.
When Vigilante A passed by from the sky, he came down to take a look and said that it was a reliable person. Thus, it was decided that it would be in charge of the economic affairs of the Spiritual Insects Clan.
As for the king of the Spiritual Insects, the great green insect, it was only in name. It never asked about the Spiritual Insects Clan's problems. It was already much more relaxed that it could take care of its own food and drink.
Now, the Spirit Insects Clan was managed by the Great Elder of the Association of Spirit Kings, but he was old and not good at modern economics, which was why this butterfly had appeared.
After Robert heard the butterfly's compliment, he smiled bitterly and said, "This is the bottom line of being a human. The Venerable One trusts me, that's why we're working together. If I was fooled by that vile person's empty words and divulged the technical secret, even God would not forgive me.
"Most importantly, I don't trust Hook. He's a despicable person with no bottom line. The Magical Provenance will be able to gather all of America's magical energy in the future. If it's in the hands of such a person, it's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying things he'll do. "
Butterfly Flower nodded and said with deep emotion, "Yes, in this era, power belongs to the individual. Under such circumstances, it's too difficult to find a trustworthy powerhouse."
Robert nodded and continued, "This location is quite good. It can cover the entire North and South America. The FBI can block our network in America, but they don't have the ability to block those customers. It's just that it's not as convenient to advertise as before."
"Don't worry, our Spiritual Insects Clan is everywhere. Recently, a Spiritual Ant joined us. It can command all the ants in the world. When the time comes, it'll be very convenient to advertise for you. Moreover, there's no lack of Americans among the Spiritual Insects. It's still possible to mobilize them to rope in their family members and relatives. "Butterfly Flower said enthusiastically.
"That'll be the best. This kind of mysterious advertisement will attract more attention. I won't skimp on the advertising fees that should be paid. "Robert smiled.
"Well said, well said."
…
A few days later, all kinds of auspicious signs appeared in the suburbs of many bustling America's major cities …
Words on the ground formed by ants, advertisements on the walls, and advertisements in the air formed by butterflies … All of them were telling everyone that the recently sealed "Magical Provenance" had reopened, and it was on a small island a few hundred kilometers south.
They could take a boat or fly there.
After discovering these auspicious signs, the agents from the FBI immediately reported to Hook.
"Director, this Robert is really stubborn. He actually ran overseas to reopen his business. Doesn't he know how to lower his head? What an idiot. He even thought of using insects to advertise. He knows very well that no media channel in the country dares to cooperate with a company targeted by the FBI. "A subordinate tried to please him.
"Hmph, if he wasn't so stubborn, that pair of dog eyes of Vigilante A wouldn't have chosen him as a partner. Rumor has it that Vigilante A can distinguish between good and evil. Looks like it's true. "Hook said angrily.
"Uh, then should we send people to clean up those insects that advertise randomly?" The subordinate asked.
"No, the insects themselves aren't scary, but there's a big Buddha behind them. We can't blindly make enemies." Hook thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Why? That Buddha isn't a devil. He wouldn't do anything rash, right? "The subordinate was puzzled.
"Hmph, that's because you don't know the ins and outs of the Spiritual Insects. They were good people from all walks of life when they were alive. Intelligence shows that at least thirty dead philanthropists were reincarnated into Spiritual Insects last year. Among them, there were three Americans … "Hook said coldly.
"So that's how it is. The Spiritual Insects Clan has complicated roots and complicated relationships when they were alive. They're very different from the loner Robert. We can't touch them lightly." The subordinate suddenly realized.
The FBI was used to calm down trouble, not to create trouble. This was the root of the problem.
If they angered the Spiritual Insects Clan, with their ability, it would definitely bring them big trouble.
"However, if he doesn't cooperate with me, do I have no other way? I will never give up on the Magical Provenance. "Hook said gloomily.
"Then what should we do? The foundation of the Magical Provenance is actually the tool to store magical energy, and we don't have the technology to refine this kind of magical weapon. Do you want to ask for help from other Gods? "The subordinate suddenly realized.
"You're right. The world is so big, and there are so many powerful people. Are we afraid that we can't find them? Vigilante A is indeed powerful. He can actually deduce a supreme technique that can be used by the world. Unfortunately, he's too stupid to share it publicly … As long as we also make a tool to store the magical energy of the Nine Transformation Golden Core Technique, he's destined to be a gift to others. "Hook said coldly.
The subordinate did not speak up for a while because he felt that something was not quite right.
The dignified Director of the American Bureau of Investigation had labeled a selfless and dedicated person as a fool.
Although he had the same thought, he would never say it out loud.
Because such words were not correct.
"Oh, actually, I admire his spirit. It's just that in order for America not to be controlled by others in the future, we still have to control this magical energy in our own hands." Hook realized that he had misspoken and quickly covered it up.
He accidentally said what was really in his heart, but he forgot for a moment that such words were not something a person of his status could say in public.
Ordinary people could say so, but a big shot like him, a person with official status, could only praise the other party's selfless act of sharing.
In any case, to be willing to share a technique with a low cultivation threshold, great potential, and the ability to share magical energy was an immeasurable merit. It was the embodiment of the noble spirit of mankind. A big shot with an official background could never say anything demeaning.
"Forget it, you don't have to worry about this. I have my own ways. You guys go find a few capable and interested banking consortiums first." Hook finally ordered.
"Yes, Director. I'll do it now." The subordinate quickly left.
After that person left, Hook took out his mobile phone and dialed a secret number.
"Mr. Black Robe, I wonder if your master can still be contacted recently?"
"What do you mean? Master has always been well. Why can't I contact him? "A low voice came from the other side.
"I have a request. In front of the wise Devil Lord, it should be a small matter." Hook said in a low voice. He did not have the prestige he had in front of his subordinates at all.
"Speak."
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