Although the FBI's search was fruitless, the Wings of the Alliance fleet stayed outside Savannah Port for half a day until the incident came to a general conclusion.
Lambo Andal was suspended without any suspense. Alisa estimated that even if someone came forward to protect him, this guy might not be able to keep his tiger skin.
Then the chief information officer of the Atlanta branch and the head of the emergency response team were transferred to the FBI's Central Archives.
There was also Rear Admiral Bertram Barton from the navy. He was also transferred to the Lalor Naval Base as the commander, which was equivalent to being sent to the frontier.
"It is expected that at least one of the three positions in the FBI will belong to our Targaryen family."
Alisa reported the good news to Li Mochen over the phone. "Our first choice is, of course, the head of the anti-smuggling and anti-smuggling team. Although the other two positions are also very important, with the current situation in Atlanta, taking this position is tantamount to being roasted on fire. Of course, no matter who becomes the head of the anti-smuggling and anti-smuggling team, they will not trouble you again. If they can gain enough benefits in the Anatolian continent, they will not neglect this department again. "
"Someone in my family asked me to tell you that this matter was done well this time. But he also gave you a piece of advice about the video you recorded, it is best not to expose it to the public. "
This was only one aspect. There was also good news from Senator Clare.
Ferguson Culture and Media Company was ready to sell their "Rhode Island Comic Publishing House", "Dante Publishing House", "St. George Daily", and all the copyrights owned by the two publishing houses to Rising Sun Publishing House for a total of 34 million gold duns.
The implication of Senator Claire's words was to use this as the price to stop Li Mochen's relentless pursuit in all aspects, especially not using force.
Lambo Andal was backed by a family that had been entrenched in politics for a long time. Although they had great influence, they were not too outstanding in terms of force and financial strength.
But the key was still election season. Li Mochen's blackmail seemed to have grasped the Conservative Party's weakness. Before the election was over, the Conservatives did not want to see anything more happen in the City of Atlanta.
Nannet Drew scoffed at this. According to the information he had gathered, after Mandiwen Ferguson was kicked out of the board of directors, the few landmines that exploded from Ferguson Culture and Media completely exceeded the expectations of the directors. This media corporation, which had a total assets of more than six billion gold dun, had a deficit of more than seven hundred million gold dun. This was covered up by Mandivan's financial methods.
Therefore, this company is selling off assets on a large scale to raise funds, divest debts, and ensure that the backbone of Ferguson Culture and Media Company will not be affected.
However, Ms. Drew still accepted these three institutions with a smile.
The St. George Daily was dispensable to them. It was just a small newspaper that mainly covered the eastern part of Georgia with only 400,000 subscribers. However, Ms. Drew was still very interested in those two publishers.
Now that these matters had been settled, the Wings of the Alliance fleet once again set sail. They sailed about one hundred and thirty nautical miles south. A giant submarine the size of an aircraft carrier floated up from the bottom of the sea.
On both sides of the submarine, there were unique decorations of the Braden family and the Light and Magic Industry.
"Deep Sea, displacement of 93000 tons. Not bad, right? But you have a lot of goods this time. It needs at least three times. After all, this is a product from twenty years ago. "
Just as the armed merchant ships began to load and unload the submarine, Anthony Braden's figure appeared beside Li Mochen.
"My father is probably one of the greatest arms dealers of this century. He did everything he could to sell all kinds of weapons produced by the Light and Magic Industry all over the world. That's how the Deep Sea was created. He originally wanted to build a cargo submarine that could cross the Sea of Calamity. However, during the voyage, we found that the Sea of Calamity was far more dangerous and terrible than we had imagined. Although this submarine was safely evacuated from that shipwreck, its main structure was still damaged. Now it can only sneak around in the coastal waters. It does some work dealing in contraband. Fortunately, the demand in this area is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, we didn't make a loss. "
"It's really not bad. I'm not in a hurry."
Li Mochen knew that although the submarine had a displacement of up to 93,000 tons, there wasn't much space available for cargo. 30,000 tons at most.
At this time, his attention was on the exoskeleton armor on Anthony Braden's body.
To be more precise, this was no longer an exoskeleton armor, but a magic armor suit. Anthony Braden removed the previous "Light and Magic" exoskeletons, making the magic armor more close-fitting, concise, and beautiful.
"This is your Light and Magic No. 6, right?"
"Light and Magic No. 7. Magic No. 6 was overloaded and destroyed two days ago. Fortunately, the energy core was preserved. I made some improvements on the original blueprint and made this Light and Magic No. 7. Judging from the current situation, it's perfect and timely. "
Anthony Braden smiled proudly. "I've been bothering you long enough, haven't I? Don't worry, I'm trying to find a way to collect Moshra relics and see if I can find another Moshra briquet so that I can make Light and Magic No. 7 for you as soon as possible. "
Li Mochen looked at the rune on the lower left side of Anthony Braden's buttocks and said, "There's no rush. Anthony, on the other hand, I suggest you optimize the formation on your abdomen or add insurance to that thing of yours."
He thought that there was indeed no rush. It wouldn't be too late to ask for it after Anthony tried it out for a few months and perfected everything.
"Huh? What do you mean? Do you think there's a problem here? "
Anthony Braden frowned and looked down. "But I don't think so. This has nothing to do with Moshra language. It's what I'm best at."
Li Mochen didn't know what to say. He was indeed far inferior to Anthony when it came to magic. But his spirit had almost recovered, and his senses were getting stronger and more refined. So, just now, he simply sensed that the psionic energy there was a little uncoordinated.
This was obviously the result of Anthony's failure to integrate magic with Moshra technology. He had even greedily implanted the power of divine authority into Light and Magic No. 7, which increased the burden on the magic array.
"Then, Anthony, it's best that you don't accelerate more than five times the speed of sound when you're flying. How should I put it? There are too many uncertainties. "
Anthony still shook his head disapprovingly. "But I've already exceeded 45 times the speed of sound when I was experimenting and maintained it for a whole ten minutes. The Moshra's energy technology is amazing. I swear I'll crack its mysteries. "
Li Mochen had nothing to say. He only thought that this guy was really lucky to be able to fly at 45 times the speed of sound for ten minutes without any problems.
At this moment, Anthony Braden had already taken to the air and flew away at a speed close to the speed of light. "Goodbye, Mr. Wildenstein. Thank you for your hospitality all this time —"
At this moment, there was an explosion next to Li Mochen's ears. He looked up in shock, only to see that Light Demon No. 7's butt was smoking and falling into the distant sea.
"Sh * t!"
Li Mochen heard Anthony's curses. "Ammo, you have to find me a better Saint Healer or Priest, as soon as possible!"
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