"Mr. Prime Minister, you should be very familiar with the environment here." Sir Pugins said with a smile: "Because I think there must be very detailed information about this place on your desk, right?"

"Putkins!!" The Prime Minister suddenly stood up, put his hands on the table, and glared at the other party, "You dare to lynch me? Do you know what you are doing!"

Jazz waved his hand casually, "I know exactly what I am doing, Mr. Prime Minister... Why don't you also listen to what I know and what do you want to do?"

The Prime Minister instantly calmed down and quickly sorted out the existing information... He remained silent and sat down again.

Jazz said slowly at this time: "You want to deal with the Knight Agency, right?"

The Prime Minister sneered and said nothing.

Jazz continued: "Every year, a large amount of money flows to your secret base. Over the years, you have produced a total of twenty-three 'Dragoon' warriors, named [the-fianna]...

...The Fenian Warriors in Celtic mythology. Do you think this warrior group can rival our Knights of the Round Table? In fact, I really admire your efforts. After all, you have used your own efforts to

, proving that ordinary people can also set foot in inhuman fields.”

The Prime Minister sneered and said: "I am not surprised at all. At this time, you will bring out all the information about the research results... I never expected that someone I value would actually rebel."

The knight shook his head, "His name is Offen. In fact, he is my adopted son and a knight of our knight organization... He has never been your subordinate, my prime minister."

"Okay, very good!" The Prime Minister gritted his teeth and was finally too angry to say anything.

"Continue?" Jazz sat back, "You quickly thought of a plan and funded a mob organization. This organization is called 'Doomsday Myth', right? Over the past few years, you have provided this organization with various

Do you have less activity funds? In addition, you also secretly purchased some equipment from the Magician Association and then gave it to them. Of course, this organization did not waste your resources in vain. Your [the-fianna] seems to have several

All of the technologies in this article were stolen from somewhere else through this organization, right? Let me think about it, last year there was a batch of stolen aerospace materials from the United States, and it seems that they were also your...your handiwork?"

"Absurd! One-sided words!" the Prime Minister snorted coldly.

"Later, you felt that the time was ripe." Jazz still said calmly: "You felt that you should no longer have anything to do with this organization, because it would affect your future career... It just so happened that our Crown Prince

It seems that he has really lost his patience... He is not willing to wait any longer. After all, he is almost seventy years old. For a seventy-year-old crown prince, the wait is indeed too long."

The Prime Minister's face finally changed slightly.

Jazz said calmly: "You let the people from Doomsday Myth kidnap the Queen and declare war on the British government... You have a good reason to use [the-fianna], you can use [the-fianna],

Not only will the organization funded by you be uprooted in this incident, but perhaps our Queen will also die in this kidnapping due to an unfortunate accident. Well... let me think about it, when everything is over

By that time, it should be the time for the crown prince to ascend the throne, right? Then, as the knight organization that did nothing to prevent the queen from being abducted by inhumans, it will become a role impeached by the cabinet... Maybe [the-fianna]

, there is also the possibility of replacing the knight mechanism."

"Oh, there is one more thing. You probably didn't expect that the people of Doomsday Myth would actually directly ask the British government for independence for the entire Northern Ireland region. This part is slightly beyond your control..." The Prime Minister looked ugly.

With a look on his face, Sir Pugins smiled: "That's about it. Do you have anything else to add?"

"Yes." The Prime Minister sneered at this time, "That means you seem to have forgotten to search me... Pukins, you should not see me alone!"

Suddenly, the Prime Minister opened his clothes and pulled out an antique-like copper-colored pistol. He pointed the gun at the other party and said with a ferocious smile: "It only takes a light touch, and the result will be no different. Goodbye,

My good friend."

Bang!!

Without leaving any time for Sir to react, the Prime Minister pulled the trigger on this special firearm.

The bullet whizzed out, but at this moment it stopped in front of Jazz, as if something blocked it and imprisoned it.

The Prime Minister was horrified and fired one after another, but the bullets were lodged in front of Sir Pugins one by one...until all the bullets were fired.

"you……"

"Well, it's very powerful. It's a new toy made by the Magicians Association this year."

The Prime Minister backed away in horror... Suddenly, he turned around and rushed out of the door at all costs!

Jazz had no intention of stopping him, and just watched as he hurriedly opened the office door, rushed out... and then stepped back again step by step.

At this time, the Prime Minister looked so panicked.

After stepping back step by step, he finally understood something.

His voice, which seemed to be squeezed out, was saying with difficulty: "[Oberon], it's you...how could..."

At the door, Caesar.

He walked in step by step with no expression on his face.

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Chapter completed!