The same holographic projection meeting, almost exactly the same member as last time, was missing only one bearded President who made harsh words last time.

President Stanke looked around with exhaustion and looked around the holographic projection "Everyone, it's just a week since the space gate was opened. What have we encountered in this week... I don't need to repeat it?"

The old man from the East showed a faint wry smile on his face, "Mr. President, there is no need to say anything about temptation, just go to the main topic."

"Everyone probably didn't have a good rest this week. We should discuss a constitution as soon as possible."

"Okay! Mr. Chairman is refreshing."

President Stanke turned his head to look at the other leaders of various countries. Most of them could see thick dark circles on their faces. They all nodded in agreement.

"There are three months left before the arrival of the 'Agreed Day'. If the prophecies left in the myths of various countries are true... what will happen at that time will inevitably have a huge impact on the world pattern and even the worldview of all mankind."

The Chairman nodded slightly and took over the words, "Everyone should have a preliminary understanding of the scale claws of the relevant forces of the 'outer world' within this week."

"I hereby suggest that all countries share their research results related to unknown creatures and spiritual energy (magic) and set up a joint department to be responsible for the affairs related to this. What do you think?"

President Stanke seems to have reached some agreements with the Eastern President long ago, and he took the lead in raising his hand and said "North American Federal Agreement."

The two largest countries obviously wore pairs of pants in some ways, and countries such as the Camelo Kingdom, the Continental Union, the Nordic Republic, the United Oceania and the Central and South American Community successively expressed their agreement.

Mr. Chairman and President Stanke looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Thank you for your support, the joint department has tried its best to form it within a week, leaving us with less time...."

...

"Why……"

Oslo City Center, Government Center Ober Palace

An old lady with silver silk head was exhausted and pinched her eyebrows with her hands. The holographic projection images around her had just dissipated.

"Click"

The door of the president's office was opened, and a bald middle-aged man walked in. He said helplessly, "President Resty, thank you for your hard work."

The president waved his hands with his eyes closed and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."

"Minister Daniel, I hope you can bring me some good news and cheer me up."

"yes."

Daniel, in a suit and tie, spread the folder in his hand and placed it respectfully on the female president's desk.

"For three days, we retrieved and screened surveillance records from all over the country, and found a suspicious point in Miltre, the port city of South Jitland."

"Miltri?"

President Resty cheered up and sat upright, flipped through the documents handed over by Minister Daniel and looked carefully.

The bald middle-aged Daniel did not disturb the president's reading of the documents and kept standing quietly waiting for further inquiries.

As the documents were read, President Resty gradually raised his eyebrows.

"Bang"

Putting the folder back to the desk, the President turned his sharp eyes to Minister Daniel.

"So? What do you think is the suspicion of this mysterious man wearing a black windbreaker?"

A photo fell from a folder placed on the table by the president.

Since it was taken at night through a surveillance camera, the image was not very clear, but it was vaguely able to identify a tall figure wearing black clothes moving at high speed under the camera.

There are also a large number of relevant text descriptions below the photo, which records the analysis and views of the Special Affairs Department on this matter.

Daniel bowed his head slightly and said, "Ms. President, you should have read the tragedy in the southern suburbs of Miltree."

"That's right."

President Resty leaned against the desk with his hands crossed, his gray eyes locking Daniel.

"The 23-member team of the Special Service Department was wiped out. The body of the assailant was not found at the scene. Only a charred grass was found 100 meters away from the crime scene, with a small number of traces of war remaining around it."

"According to ancient documents, it should be a mutant beast called the tearing beast that raided all the squad."

"The assailant was a bankrupt household named Will Brown who mutated and still fled. Have you found the tearing beast?"

Daniel shook his head, "On the contrary, after many investigations and evidence collection at the scene, we have basically confirmed that the torn beast has died."

President Resty raised his brows and asked with a serious expression, "Die? Who did it?"

Daniel used his hand to signal to the photo on the table from the air, saying, "If we guessed correctly, it should be this person."

President Resty frowned and picked up the photo from the table and observed it in detail. "Are you sure? This person doesn't look strong, and he doesn't look like there are many weapons hidden under this windbreaker."

After obtaining the president's permission, Daniel took a step forward, pointed at the figure in the photo and said, "Ms. President, please introduce me to correct me. This set of clothes is not a windbreaker, but a black robe with more activities."

The president did not interrupt Daniel's description and raised his chin slightly, signaling him to continue.

Daniel nodded understandingly and said, "According to our search for nearby surveillance cameras and repeated observations, this person carries a long weapon on his back."

"About this, I personally predict that it may be a high-performance sniper rifle."

"But the theological consultants who we just ordered to recruit...they have different opinions, they think it is a staff."

When talking about the theological consultant, Daniel slashed his lips obscurely, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

As the president who knows the most truth, Resty seriously said to the Minister of the Secret Service, "Minister Daniel, is the appearance of monsters not enough to make you more alert? It's time to change your inherent ideas."

"yes."

Daniel said distressedly, "Although I personally disagree with the so-called mystery, I probably can't help but believe the current situation."

"Most of our combat experts speculated that this man in black robe launched a sniper from a distance while our team members were entangled with the ripping beast."

"A second shot caused fatal damage to the man when the ripping beast turned north to prepare to launch an assault on it."

President Resty found a photo from the document, turned it around and placed it in front of Daniel.

"Then how do you explain this burnt grass?"

Daniel, who was originally talking, had a stagnant expression and said with some uncertainty, "It may be a grenade, or a fire that the mysterious man deliberately destroyed his corpse and opened in order to hide his whereabouts after winning the battle."

The president saw the uncertain expression on Daniel's face and sighed softly, "Tell me what the theological consultant thinks."

"them?"

Daniel couldn't help but say sarcastically, "They can only provide some irrelevant and scientific theories."
Chapter completed!