Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 362 There is a secret organization (Second update on guarantee)
the next day!
When security consultant Laurel Hitchin stepped into her office floor, her secretary greeted her and said, "The Attorney General is already in your office."

Laurel Hitchen, who was over forty and close to fifty and still had a charm, paused, glanced at the time on the watch and asked in a little surprise, "So early?"

"Yes."

"I see, you go and sort out yesterday's materials and bring them to my office after an hour."

"Yes, Ms. Hitchin!"

"Ok!"

Laurel glanced at the secretary, who was full of youth and boundlessness, and couldn't help smiling as she walked towards the office area.

She was young too.

Naturally, I know the real reason why these young girls don't want high-tech jobs outside, but choose to work here with the salary of interns.

After walking through the aisle and pushing open the door of his office.

When Laurel's eyes fell on the handsome and extraordinary man on the sofa, she couldn't help being absent for a second, then she closed the door and asked, "Who are you? Where's Justin?"

Mark got up from the sofa and smiled slightly: "Mark Louis, I have to say that it is very difficult to enter the building of Ms. Consultant."

"Of course it's not easy to come in. This is the Pentagon." Laurel put the bag in her hand on the table, turned around and looked at Mark with her hands on the table, and said calmly, "Give me a reason not to call the security guard in."

"I can give you three." Mark still smiled.

"Oh?"

Face is mutual, you respect me, I respect you.

So for Laurel's unfriendly and gunpowder-smelling words, Mark sat down on the sofa again and said lightly: "Richard Worthington's signing order for prison transfer."

"That's not a reason. I'm going to call security in." Laurel said in a cold voice, turning her right hand to the phone on the table.

next second!
Zheng!
Laurel narrowed her eyes, looking at the strange flying knife that was only five millimeters away from her finger and making a buzzing sound.

Mark said again: "Maybe the consultant didn't hear clearly just now, my name is Mark Lewis, the director of the New York State Office of the FBI."

Laurel turned and frowned at Mark and said, "You are that Mark Louis from New York State."

"Exactly, now..." Mark looked at Laurel with a smile and said, "Do you think this is the reason?"

quite a while!

Laurel walked to Mark and sat down on the sofa opposite and said in silence for a while, "What do you want to know?"

Mark looked at Laurel with a smile and said curiously: "In my impression, I don't seem to have any disputes or conflicts with the consultant lady. I don't quite understand why the consultant lady treats Richard Worthington like this. So I want to know which prison the Lady Counselor has transferred Richard Worthington to."

"That disappoints you, I didn't transfer Worthington."

"...Ms. Consultant, do you think I look like a fool?" Mark asked straight to the point.

Maggie.

Who else could it be that you transferred?

Mark doesn't think anyone dares to pretend to be the signature of the security adviser of the world's most powerful country.

Don't want to live?
Even if someone is impersonating, they will be seen through in less than a minute.

Laurel glanced at Mark and said directly: "I just signed the transfer order. As for where this so-called Richard Worthington was transferred, I really don't know."

Mark sneered even more.

Would a national security adviser just sign his name on a document without asking?
Do you really think he is a fool?
but……

This time I came to Mark with the attitude that if it can be resolved peacefully, it can be resolved peacefully.

It is the way of kings and overlords to be courteous first and then soldiers.

But right now!
Mark shook his head, glanced at Laurel, got up and said, "In this case, I won't bother the consultant lady anymore. Although violence will cause criticism, I believe that once there is more violence, all criticism will be shut up."

This matter is related to Mark's life at a certain level.

Again.

Once the court starts, Mark will lose everything now.

Everything here refers to everything that has been worked hard in the past 30 years.This is all the result of Mark's hard work and self-made foundation.

It didn't come all the way!

Anyone who dares to take the mark promises to chop off the paw of the person who reached out.

With that said, Mark stretched out his right hand.

hum!
The dragon-shaped flying knife pierced so deep into the wood flew back into the palm in an instant, hiding in the void repeatedly.

When walking towards the door, only two steps away.

"...Wait!" Laurel who was sitting on the sofa said suddenly.

Mark turned around and looked at Laurel blankly.

Paused.

Laurel said: "Richard Worthington and the CIA reached a plea agreement. As a reward, the CIA must help Richard Worthington appeal and protect his safety during the trial."

Mark frowned.

Plea deal?What the hell is this?

What does a drug businessman have that the CIA cares about?
You can't have a list of terrorists in your hand, can you?
Mark looked back at Laurel and asked with a smile, "Ms. Consultant, may I ask who it is?"

"Agent Pete Cacciopoulo, Director of CIA Operations!"

"..."

Seeing Mark who didn't answer, Laurel was suspicious.

next second!
Mark laughed out loud, sat down on the sofa again, looked at Laurel with a serious expression, and said, "Ms. Consultant, are you fooling me?"

"……what?"

"Do you really think I don't know your details or the details of the organization behind you?"

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about? Richard Worthington made a deal with the CIA, and in my witness..."

"Secret Society!"

"..."

Mark interjected directly, raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Laurel, who hadn't spoken anymore, sniffed and said with a smile: "I have other people's names on my side, do you need me to recite them one by one to the consultant lady?"

Maggie's.

This is to fool him into a three-year-old child.

Mark originally thought that the Worthington II must have something that the CIA needs.

They have already made up their minds to go directly to the CIA headquarters.

who knows……

Made.

At this moment, Mark was quite thankful that he had watched so many episodes of the blacklist.

otherwise……

The kung fu of this Tai Chi pushing hands is simply extremely skilled.

The National Counselor is appointed by the President, which belongs to the model that she will leave when the President leaves.

But the CIA?

That was a colossal monster.

Mark has already offended the CIA once, what if this is at the door?

Ha ha!

Then don't think about it, just wait for the endless situation.

Maybe it really pissed off the CIA, and they dared to launch an attack on Mark directly on the mainland.

quite a while!

Mark withdrew all the smiles on his face, leaned slightly to look at Laurel, who was wrinkled in surprise, and said in a light tone: "Now, it's the consultant's turn to give me a reason."

Laurel: "..."

　Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket, thank you everyone...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)