Football God.

Heinrich said goodbye to Messi and Antonella directly and politely without saying anything, and told Bertram a few words. Bertram left first, and then Heinrich took Mende with him. Si got into Mendez's private car directly.

Because of the business relationship, Mr. Broker will open some branches in various countries for personnel management and public relations operations, which also facilitates Mendez's travel, such as this black car, which guarantees their There are no other restrictions on movement.

"I'll drive." After Heinrich finished speaking, he sat in the driver's seat, and Mendes had no choice but to be the co-pilot.

While pulling down the seat belt, Mendes said: "Adrian, actually, I suggest you not to drive here, after all, you are the core of Leeds United now, for your own safety and for the club... What are you doing? "

Heinrich, who was reaching out and pressing back and forth on Mendez's car navigation, asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Mendes looked at him inexplicably: "The button you are pressing can only restart the navigation infinitely. I don't think you need to do this at all. You only need to enter a destination..." But Mendes' voice was violent He paused, then opened his mouth, and suddenly spit out, "WTF?!"

Heinrich looked at the holographic image that suddenly appeared above the navigation, he grabbed the seat belt and pulled it, and then said, "Good afternoon, Jarvis."

This title made Mendes speechless for a while.

Jarvis?Do you think you are Iron Man?

But the next second, a voice suddenly appeared in Mendes' car: "Good afternoon, Mr. Adrian."

This sound, this image, this flat tone.

... Mama, I think I have time-traveled!

Heinrich said quickly: "Find me the fastest way to the police station. Remember, I want the fastest way, and it's best not to limit the speed." Then Heinrich glanced at Mendez, "Jia Moritz got the name Weiss, my brother loves Iron Man, you should probably thank that American comic and his actor Mr. Robert Downey Jr., which made Moritz invest heavily in artificial intelligence."

Then, the very Jarvis-sounding voice sounded again: "Good sir, and Mr. Moritz prefers DC comics."

While Jarvis was working, Mendes finally found his language, and the first thing he asked was, "Adrian! What's going on!"

"The police have arrested fans of Leeds United, including Cecil, the president of the fans association. Now we need to rush there as soon as possible to bring them out." Heinrich said succinctly.

But this is not what Mendes asked, he looked at the navigation in the car with light spots again, and sat back subconsciously: "I mean this thing, how did it appear here! "

"Jarvis, sir, this is my name." Jarvis corrected calmly.

Heinrich also patted Mendez's arm with a smile: "And you should use 'he', we have to examine Mr. Jarvis."

Mendes felt his veins popping up, and he quickly looked at Heinrich: "Adrian!"

"Okay, okay, Jorge, if you want to know, I can only say that your interior equipment is indeed a bit outdated, so Moritz helped you make a certain amount of modification." The voice paused, Heinrich smiled and said, "All your cars, besides Jarvis, you can slowly discover, like a... small surprise?"

surprise?

This thing suddenly appeared in front of him, and told him that there is an artificial intelligence that has been in the same room with him without him knowing how long, is it a surprise?

Mendes felt that he had simply misunderstood the word surprise!

Heinrich still smiled flatly and said, "You're welcome, Jorge."

Mendes can only be speechless for a while, dear Adrian, from which eyes do you see that I want to thank you!

"The search is complete, load the data," Jarvis's voice suddenly sounded again, but Mendes, who was already prepared, was not frightened this time. Soon, Jarvis continued, "The front is about 600 meters away. Turn, there is a traffic light."

After hearing this, Mendes muttered involuntarily: "Isn't this still a car navigation?" Obviously, his previous navigation could also speak, and it was still a nice mezzo-soprano...

"Street light signal modified, go straight, sir."

...Wait a minute, what did you say you changed?

"Have you sat still?"

Heinrich's voice made Mendes a little unresponsive. After all, normal people would get stuck in such a situation again.

Heinrich smiled, grabbed the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!

"Adrian, my car is just an ordinary car, it doesn't have any acceleration... Oh my god!"

The recoil made Mendez feel the pain of hitting his head on the backrest, and the modified car rushed out like a racing car!

At this moment, Messi, who was sitting in the restaurant, blinked and looked out the window. While pulling the salad without salad on the plate with a fork, he said: "Adrian is so funny, the back of his car is actually on fire."

Antonella, who didn't look outside, put a piece of beef into Messi's mouth in a funny way: "Listen to me, don't read those cartoons next time."

Messi is not obsessed with comics, he chewed the beef, his face was touched, and he said: "Sir, I won't let me eat meat on my rest day." After all, the Argentine star himself knows that he is easy. With a fat physique, he is very obedient and won't eat meat when he doesn't strengthen his training on rest days, even if it's beef.

Antonella smiled and said, "Who said you had a rest today? Eat quickly, and go shopping with me after eating."

After thinking about the amount of training and shopping, Messi looked up at Antonella: "Then can I have another bite?"

The next second, Antonella stuffed another piece of meat for her little boyfriend, thinking with a smile, the meat was all eaten, and Leo won't want to run away halfway later!

Heinrich was very focused along the way, and he couldn't get too much information from Mr. Byron. After all, Mr. Byron was from Leeds United, and he didn't see many things in detail.

Even Heinrich is willing to unconditionally trust his fans not to cause trouble, but he still needs to make a judgment after getting the most objective truth.

But no matter what, he brought the fans to Spain, so he is obliged to let every fan go home safely, and he must not stay in the police station for too long!

Mendes was immersed in the entanglement of "my car can drive so fast!" and "does it seem courageous for me to faint now", completely ignoring the fact that the green light and no pedestrians were on the way, just like this Hurricane to the destination!

Unbuttoning his seat belt briskly, Heinrich said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, Jarvis. Say hello to my brother for me."

"I will be of service to you, Mr. Adrian."

Then Heinrich pressed the plain-looking car navigation again. He glanced at Mendez, reached out and patted Mr. Mendez, who was already dazed and completely unresponsive: "Wake up, Hauer Hey, we're getting there."

"...You go down first, I think I need to take it easy."

"There are reporters not far away. It looks like there are more than 30 people. You really want me to..."

"I'm fine! I'm fine! Go, I'll take you there!"

Excellent professionalism made Mendes get out of the car directly, first swayed, and then quickly stabilized his figure, watching Heinrich coming down from the other side.

The German coach looked at Mendes with a smile, nodded slightly, then adjusted his collar and diamond cufflinks, and strode towards the gate surrounded by reporters!

In fact, according to Mendes' current status in the agent circle, he doesn't need to do the things that only assistants need to do to block reporters, but it often depends on who they are dealing with.

Heinrich is the cash cow he values ​​now, and there must be no deviation!

"Mr. Heinrich, do you have any opinion on the way Barcelona usually handles this time?"

"Mr. Heinrich, do you have anything to say about the brawl between the fans?"

"Mr. Heinrich, you are still handsome today..."

Heinrich didn't answer any questions, and had no other reaction except for smiling at the little reporter who praised himself, and strode into the gate, while Mendes stayed outside, and began to use various Routine and Mandarin to deal with them.

As soon as Heinrich entered the door, Heinrich saw Mr. Byron waiting for him. Obviously, Mr. Byron was very angry with the arrogance of the people here. As soon as he saw Heinrich, he came over and said loudly: "Sir, they are really It is unreasonable to make trouble! I have not been able to see it until now..."

"Mr. Byron, answer my three questions first." Heinrich smiled politely at the impatient female police officer as he spoke, which eased the expression of the female police officer. Heinrich Hee pulled Mr. Byron aside.

Mr. Byron glanced at Heinrich and knew that he had overreacted just now, so he quickly closed his mouth and nodded.

Heinrich lowered his voice and said quickly, "Have our fans made a move?"

"Yes, but that was after they beat Cecil..."

"Are we the first to do it?"

Mr. Byron shook his head resolutely: "No."

"Have you informed Mr. Sampaoli?"

"...What are you calling Sampaoli for?"

Heinrich didn't say anything, but nodded quickly: "You have to assure me that everything you said is true."

"Of course! There are fans following the film throughout the process. Whose responsibility is clear, and I won't lie to you casually." Mr. Byron nodded firmly.

Heinrich patted Mr. Byron's shoulder, then turned his head to look at Makelele: "Claude, do you have the portable recorder I gave you earlier?"

"Bring it." In order to ensure that every game and even every detail can be recorded, Heinrich once asked Makelele to bring a small thumb-sized recorder, which can be attached to any position.

The reason why it was handed over to Makelele was because the recorder was black and could be integrated with Makelele's skin without being noticed.

At this moment, Heinrich actually took the recorder as if shaking hands, and stuck it on the button of his shirt in a stately manner. The dark purple shirt blurred his vision very well. Heinrich looked at the two people Nod your head and go inside.

"Sir!" Mr. Byron opened his mouth, then walked over quickly and said in a low voice, "Is this inappropriate?"

Not only is it inappropriate, but even if something is recorded, it probably cannot be used as evidence.

After all, this involves privacy issues.

But Heinrich smiled lightly, and only said one sentence: "Go and call Mr. Sampaoli, I have an exclusive headline for him."

Mr. Byron was a little puzzled, but he let go of his hand. Makelele, who was on the side, lowered his head slightly after hearing this, and then said, "The boss is very thoughtful."

"What's thoughtful? Tell me, Claude!" Mr. Byron seemed anxious.

Makelele couldn't say much. He lowered his head to Mr. Byron and said quickly: "In this world, anyone who takes pictures for privacy issues may be sued. There is only one kind of person who will not."

"Who?"

"reporter."

Leeds United may not be able to announce these things, but reporters are fine!

Notify the "Times" reporter that Sampaoli is also Leeds United's current royal megaphone. This is what Makelele needs to do now. He quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call. The French defender's execution ability is terrible now. .

Heinrich was about to leave, but soon he turned back and asked again: "Among the people who were arrested this time, is there any Gordon, that is Gordon Flippe?"

Although Mr. Byron didn't quite understand those twists and turns, he had a good memory and nodded quickly: "Gordon is inside, he has been following Cecil recently when there are games, helping Cecil move Drums help."

"Very good, now contact our vice chairman of the FA, who is also Gordon's father, Mr. Flippe." After finishing speaking, Heinrich was about to leave.

But Mr. Byron grabbed him: "And then? Then I want to say something?"

Heinrich smiled, and said softly: "No, you don't need to, you don't need to say anything, Mr. Flippe has the ability to know what he wants to know."

After finishing speaking, Heinrich strode towards the female police officer who had lost her impatience, smiled and said a few words before walking towards the office.

And Mr. Byron looked at Makelele again, and the current veteran assistant coach has begun to like to listen to his ideas from the Frenchman who has learned a lot from Heinrich: "Sir, what are you going to do, Claude?" Do you know?"

Makelele glanced at Heinrich's back, shook his head, nodded again, and said softly: "I don't know what will happen, but this matter will definitely make a big fuss, and we are going to help Mr. Big, that's all."

At the same time, Heinrich, who was walking next to the female police officer, smiled and lowered his head and asked, "Madam police officer, what's your name?"

Heinrich is not a suspect, and he has a very friendly appearance. He doesn't want to yell like Mr. Byron, so the female police officer said calmly, "You can call me Joyner."

"Officer Joyner, can I ask what heinous things my fans have done?" Heinrich's worry was just right, he looked puzzled and worried.

This is not something that cannot be said, Joyner also told him: "Fan fights, this kind of thing happens several times a week, you don't have to worry, as long as you release them on bail..."

"I want to know, did you only arrest my fans?" Heinrich still had a worried smile, and interrupted the female police officer very calmly.

Joyner nodded: "The alarm we received was caused by Leeds United fans unilaterally. The scene also confirmed this, so naturally only Leeds United fans were brought."

Heinrich kept smiling, nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand to Joyner: "Thank you for your information and cooperation, Ms. Joyner."

Joyner didn't understand what this sentence meant, but she still shook hands with Heinrich.

Heinrich, on the other hand, kept smiling until he reached the door of the sheriff's office. After opening the door and walking in, he closed the door with his backhand, and then his face suddenly changed. He lost his smile and looked indifferent. His eyes were no longer gentle, but People with the Heinrich family are cold.

He didn't know the bureau chief sitting behind the desk with a businesslike face, and he didn't want to say anything more. Heinrich walked over calmly, using his height advantage to look at him with his head slightly lowered, before the man spoke. First, he said in very pure Spanish: "Mr. Sheriff, I will sue you and your subordinates in court tomorrow. I hope you are ready."

The author has something to say:

Jarvis: sir

Moritz: Huh?

Jarvis: Mr. Adrian asked me to say hello to you

Moritz: Well, good boy

Jarvis: Thank you for your compliment

Moritz: I'm talking about Idle

Jarvis: ... [I think it would be better for me to restart]