Chapter 4169: Yes, Supreme Sorcerer (20)

The Minister of Propaganda was soon taken away by the law enforcement police under the Ministry of Security. Everyone present knew that it was impossible for him to say anything about the whereabouts of the stolen money. This was just a trap.

And this confrontation also let everyone in the Interstellar Council see: the Sorcerer Supreme doesn't just know how to fight and kill; he also understands human nature and worldly wisdom, possessing tough but cunning political maneuvers, dealing with the troublemakers who jumped out in just a few moves.

Moreover, he didn't recklessly fall out with the Secretary-General of the three major empires, but stopped when he saw it, and was very restrained. This is actually his brilliance. Because now the entire standing organization is under the rule of the three major empires, if they fall out completely, no government decree can be pushed. Instead, it is like this, secretly pitting them, and helping them round things up on the surface, letting them owe a favor, which is the best solution.

Seeing the police take the Minister of Propaganda away, when Strange walked back to his office, he could clearly feel that the people around him were much quieter, and some unobtrusive glances disappeared. His mood was very good.

And the Supreme Intelligence following him could be said to be like a funeral. He carefully reflected on where he lost this game. The most important thing is Schiller's ability to do accounts, and the powerful hacking ability of the guy who modified the data.

Although an old accountant can also make the accounts perfect, accurately grasping the timing of doing fake accounts is the last link of these old oilers' promotion path. Doing fake accounts is risky, and how to use this risk to obtain maximum benefits is a very deep doorway.

And Schiller was playing cards this time. Everyone knew he was doing fake accounts, including the three major empires who most wanted to catch his handle. But for any other matter, they would definitely investigate to the end, but as it happened, the three major empires also hoped to balance the debt as soon as possible. So no matter how outrageous his fake accounts were, everyone could only pinch their noses and recognize it.

Although the Supreme Intelligence left a hand, wanting to capture the evidence of the data at the end, he really didn't catch it. There is nothing to say about this, purely because his skills are not as good as others. The Supreme Intelligence has several suspects, but he can't be sure.

First is Stark. The Iron Demon God is also an old celebrity in the universe, but he hasn't seen this guy show any hacking ability. Next is Reed Richards. When they fought last time, this guy opened the anti-matter universe channel and recruited a large pile of bugs, making them consume a lot of resources without achieving any results. But this guy is also an expert in mechanical engineering, and hasn't heard of any achievements in software.

Of course, it could also be Loki. Previously, Loki used the Infinity Stones to perform countless regressions, honing a set of hacker skills. In the days that followed, he had also been committing crimes while drifting through the universe; as an electronic life form, the High Intelligence is most familiar with his methods.

But as far as he knows, Loki is not that powerful. When the two of them collide, Loki generally retreats first. The God of Mischief is also inferior to electronic life in the field of electronic information, but he runs too fast, and the Supreme Intelligence hasn't caught him.

These people don't look like it, then who else could it be?

The Supreme Intelligence suddenly remembered that he had discovered someone stirring up trouble on the interstellar Internet, spreading various rumors unfavorable to the three major empires. So far, he hasn't found this mastermind. They wouldn't be the same person, would they?

It seems that there is a super hacker hidden on Earth that they don't know about. They must be more careful in the days to come. This kind of loss is enough to eat once.

Returning to the office, the Supreme Intelligence has adjusted his threads. The only problem is that the heat dissipation module of this body is really broken, and part of the hardware is burned. He has to change it before the Supreme Sorcerer discovers it.

It was fine in the corridor before, but as soon as he entered the office, a closed space, Strange immediately sniffed his nose, turned to look at the Supreme Intelligence, and said: "What's wrong with you? Why is there a burnt smell?"

"This bastard's nose is quite sharp." The Supreme Intelligence cursed in his heart. But on the surface, he still showed a fake smile, and then said: "My machine has some failures, and I may need to replace it."

He thought Strange would mock him or make things difficult for him, but Strange waved his hand and said: "Hurry up, if you burn here, don't light my office."

The Supreme Intelligence now suddenly feels that the five senses of carbon-based life are still useful. If he really has eyes now, he wants to roll his eyes at Strange very much. He turned and walked out, but heard Strange say behind him: "By the way, wear a suit, pay attention to your appearance, don't lose face for our department."

The burnt smell on the Supreme Intelligence became even stronger.

Strange's mood was very good, swaying to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and sitting down. Schiller walked to the opposite side of him. Strange put his hands behind his head, looked at the busy new area outside the window, and then said: "Don't tell me, this feeling is really good."

"What feeling?"

"Power in hand, the world is under control."

"This is not the time for you to emphasize focus?"

"When practicing magic, of course, you have to be fully focused. But when you are a leader, you should enjoy it if you can."

"Do you think this is the end?"

"What do you mean?"

Schiller smiled and said: "The Minister of Propaganda is just a bird that sticks its head out. Although we beat him down at the fastest speed and deterred others, it is not enough. After all, for the three major empires, a small department minister is dispensable. After all, the functional institutions have long been emptied, and the real disaster is the entire standing organization."

Strange sat up, narrowed his eyes and said: "The next step is to deal with them?"

"Not the next step, but this step."

Da, da, da. The sound of leather shoe heels sounded in the empty corridor. A purple-skinned humanoid creature wearing a suit walked in front. He has four eyes and two tentacles on his head pointing backward. His face looks a bit like the Mantis in the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"This way, Mr. Schiller." He pointed his finger to the end of the corridor. Schiller nodded to him, and the two walked to the end of this corridor together. Going down the stairs here, the bottom is full of prison cells.

This is the detention room for serious criminals under the Ministry of Security, generally used to detain serious interstellar criminals who are about to go to court. There are many big guys in the prison who look fierce, but now they are all honest. Only the deepest cell came with the sound of scolding.

Schiller walked over and saw the Minister of Propaganda beating the wall and scolding his mother there. He stood outside the railing and cleared his throat, and it suddenly became silent. The Minister of Propaganda turned his head and stared at him fiercely.

"Don't look at me like that, Mr. Pino. You know why I appeared here."

The other party still stared at him coldly without speaking. Schiller gave the standing secretary of the Ministry of Security next to him a look. The other party nodded and turned to leave. Schiller stood outside the railing and said: "The day the Supreme Sorcerer became Speaker, you should have understood that anyone could become a sacrifice in the struggle between humans and the three major empires. You are the first, but not the last, and you will definitely not be the special one. At any time, you are not important."

The other party's expression clearly showed a trace of panic. For politicians, you scold them for being treacherous and cunning, which is equivalent to praising them; you scold them for being stupid, which is equivalent to objectively evaluating them; but you say they are not important, that is really scolding them.

"When those people of the three major empires are sent to prison one by one, who can remember you? When the people of the three major empires are unable to protect themselves, who can save you?"

"Mr. Pino, let's not go around in circles. The only thing you can count on now is yourself, and you do have an important bargaining chip in your hand. Think carefully about what you can use it for."

After speaking, Schiller took a newspaper out of his arms, threw it in through the railing gap, and said: "Think more for your mother race."

After Schiller left, the Minister of Propaganda clenched his fists, trembling with anger. But soon he seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

He is indeed a person from the Shi'ar Empire, but the Shi'ar Empire itself is a fusion civilization, and all civilizations have been assimilated by the Shi'ar twin gods. His mother race is one of them.

However, this kind of assimilation is similar to brainwashing. Some people are easily trapped in brainwashing, while some have a certain immunity. Unfortunately, the Minister of Propaganda, Pino, is the kind of person who has not been brainwashed very deeply. He doesn't have a deep imperial concept, but values his own ethnic group more. Obviously, his ethnic group is not doing well in the Shi'ar Empire, and he is the most promising person in his ethnic group.

If he is sentenced to prison, the status of his ethnic group will only be lowered further, and those nobles can do anything. And the political advisor of this Speaker is right. The three major empires are unable to protect themselves, and I am afraid it is impossible to save him.

So he bent down, picked up the newspaper on the ground, and saw the headline on the front page—"Interstellar pirates are rampant again, residents around Centaurus please pay attention!"

"Bargaining chip... bargaining chip..." he muttered in a low voice, suddenly rushing to the side of the railing like crazy, knocking on the railing violently, and shouting: "Come here, come here!!!"

The prison guard rushed over immediately, holding a stick to knock on the railing. The Minister of Propaganda took a deep breath and said: "I want to confess."

"What do you want to confess?"

"The whereabouts of the stolen money—I know where those 20 trillion went!"

Centaurus. In the Ravager base, Yondu leaned on the desktop with both hands, looked at the scrolling headline of the Interstellar News Network, and shook his head: "The old men of the Interstellar Council are making trouble again. Environmental protection? Protect your mother's head!"

Star-Lord rolled his eyes fiercely, stood up from the chair, and said: "You said you read the Interstellar News Network to understand the latest movements of the Interstellar Council to deal with it, but as a result, this latest movement was scolded by you all over."

"Didn't I understand it?" Yondu spread his hands and said, "Engaging in this stuff is purely brain-dead. Talk about environmental protection with the three major empires? Wait for the next life!"

Star-Lord sighed and said: "I warn you again, you should restrain yourself recently. Humans are picking up their spoils all over the universe now. If you insist on grabbing with them, what good end can you have?"

"I didn't intend to compete with them either." Yondu immediately felt a bit guilty and said, "I'm just scavenging for junk near Centauri. That race has already developed to the interstellar era; they wouldn't compete with me for those small spaceship fragments, would they?"

"Heh, then you don't understand human greed. Don't look at the Supreme Sorcerer not coming out to turn around recently. If you meet that group of superheroes or mutants, you will still be beaten to cry for your father and mother!"

"Okay, okay, you are cautious." Yondu walked out from behind the table, stumbling and saying, "There are so many people in the Ravagers, so many mouths, we have to eat!" ===== CHAPTER 4170 =====