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Chapter 200 Weird Official Attitude

Chapter 200 Weird Official Attitude

There were also relatively calm sideshows present. A young man with a particularly protruding nose and several freckles on his face noticed what Chu Xuan said before, "...when this disaster is over...", that is to say, this time The North Bay Bridge collapse is still going on?But the bridge has been completely destroyed.

He raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Xuan, what did you just say... Wait until this disaster is over?"

Chu Xuan looked at him, and silently added a chicken leg to him in his heart. He was just waiting for someone to ask, so that he could tell the death story secretly.

Just now he thought that none of these Westerners were sober.

"This one..." Chu Xuan just wanted to speak, but he found that this character seemed to have died at the beginning of the plot, and he didn't know his name.

Fortunately, the little fat man Isaac is quite smart, he immediately reminded in a low voice, "Sir, it's Robert."

Chu Xuan nodded and continued, "What Mr. Robert asked is what I want to tell everyone. I can feel that the 24 of us are still surrounded by murderous intent, as if there is a sword hanging above our heads all the time."

"What? No, I mean, aren't we already saved?" Dennis was just about to question, but suddenly realized that his tone was a bit too aggressive, so he quickly lowered his tone and asked.

Chu Xuan didn't intend to directly tell about the God of Death.

His purpose is to let this group of people know in advance that there is danger, but they don't know where it comes from.

In this way, after the first deceased appears, they will frantically search for a way out, instead of letting the god of death kill three people without difficulty like in the original plot.

At the same time, this group of people will also have great expectations for Chu Xuan, who warned in advance. Coupled with the ability Chu Xuan has shown now, not to mention worshiping them as gods, at least it is not a big problem for them to become experimental subjects obediently.

Of course, there are actually two purposes for Chu Xuan to show his abilities in public. One is to share the attention of Sam, an upright American, and the other is to attract high-level officials.

This is already the limit of what he can do in a short period of time. There may be many problems, but there is no way. Chu Xuan himself is far from the peak of mortal wisdom, so he can only take one step at a time.

To Dennis' question, Chu Xuan replied, "According to my family's inherited knowledge, we should have escaped death, but my spiritual sense can't make mistakes, and our lives must still be in great danger!"

After that, Chu Xuan chatted with Sam and his ex-girlfriend Molly who came over, and then the police finally arrived.

In fact, their speed is not too slow. The time from the collapse of the bridge to the arrival at the scene was controlled within 10 minutes.

Then Chu Xuan and others went to the police station as survivors.

Of course, dozens of people who were at the bridge before were invited over to understand the situation.

When they arrived at the police station, the authorities also had a general understanding of what had happened before.

Since the current time is at the turn of the century, there are still very few surveillance cameras in the United States. Naturally, it is impossible to immediately know what is special about Chu Xuan and others.

After finishing the transcript at the police station, FBI agents arrived and took over Chu Xuan and 24 people.

Looking at the short and small black-haired detective Brock in front of him, if the director of Marvel is a marinated egg, this Brock should be a marinated quail egg.

"Sir, I think I have made it very clear. My family used to be a lineage of oriental mages, but because of the reduction of modern demons and ghosts, we changed careers. Later, my family moved to the United States. I am now a legal American citizens," Chu Xuan said calmly.

Although Detective Bullock is very suspicious, he cannot do anything to an American citizen without conclusive evidence.

"Okay, sir, then can you show me your so-called magic, tricks or tricks? Who knows what it is..." Bullock was obviously an unusually firm materialist.

But unfortunately, he was born in a world with supernatural powers.

"Sir, I think you need to find a heavyweight person to talk to me." Chu Xuan sat on the chair, Susan opened, and a huge bone hand hit Bullock's shoulder.

Brock's eyes widened, and he even touched Susan's skeleton with his hands in disbelief, probably thinking it was some kind of magic trick.

When he touched the entity and saw a thermos cup crushed into scrap iron, Brock's three views had completely collapsed.

He was just about to make a call, but an agent showed his head. He seemed to turn a blind eye to the supernatural power displayed by Chu Xuan, and said in a calm tone, "Sir, the cause of the collapse of the bridge has been identified to be the structure of the bridge caused by strong winds and construction." Destruction, so you can go."

Brock stood up and said a little excitedly, "Nate, what are you doing, you didn't see..."

Nate shook a small notebook, then leaned into Bullock's ear and said, "Boss, there are some things you'd better not know."

Bullock froze for a moment, took a deep look at Nate and left.

His departure exceeded Chu Xuan's expectations, and he had prepared a whole lot of rhetoric waiting to be discussed with the FBI executives.

However, he is currently setting up a person who is an exorcist master, who must be strong and everything is under control, so Chu Xuan can only stand up and smile at Nate and leave the police station.

"There must be a problem. Could it be that the supernatural power in this world has long been noticed by the authorities?" Chu Xuan said goodbye to everyone and walked to his home.

Nate's performance just now made him come to a conclusion. It is very likely that the official is not ignorant of the god of death, but not everyone is qualified to know this kind of secret, just like the detective Bullock... Could it be Does skin color matter?

Chu Xuan had a speculation in his mind, but this kind of matter involved the great god of river crab, so he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Since the official route can't be used at the moment, he can do it himself. Anyway, there are more than 20 people, and Chu Xuan still has enough time.

Returning to the home in his memory, he had to marvel at the power of fame once again. A small villa in downtown San Francisco was his foothold in this world.

After groping around, Chu Xuan took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, tried a few times and opened the door.

After turning on the light, looking at the huge room, Chu Xuan felt a pity that Chuandu did not provide him with a maid. Of course, it was not the kind of "QL housekeeper. avi" that Chu Xuan didn't understand what it meant. He was talking about a decent servant.

I took some ingredients from the refrigerator, and made a simple stir-fry with bread to solve the lunch problem.

After taking a nap, Chu Xuan planned to visit the survivors in the afternoon and do some small experiments.

Since he messed up the plot at the beginning, he didn't know the order of death, so he planned to find people with names and surnames in the plot.

(End of this chapter)