Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 430 Organize the Eye of Heaven
Hilton Garden Inn.

Mark pushed open the door and led Brian and Matt behind him in.

"Sit anywhere."

After greeting the two of them, Mark threw his coat on the sofa and walked directly into the bathroom of the suite.

clap la la...

When you are away from home, don't treat yourself badly.

Mark knows this.

No matter where he is, the Hilton Hotel is Mark's must-choice hotel, not one of them.

As a diamond member, he enjoys a [-]% discount on every order.

Soon.

After sucking his face, Mark walked out with ease.

"...Open?" At this moment, Brian had already taken out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet.

"Of course." Mark laughed.

next second!
With a bang, the bourbon is turned on.

After sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of bourbon, Mark squeezed the wine glass in his hand and directly ignored the Hollywood actor Matt, looking at his fellow industry Brian and said: "The forensic doctor just now has some credibility."

"Zero!" Brian replied without thinking.

while eating.

Dr. Mallard called back.

The reason why the body was not cremated immediately after waiting for the signature of the victim's family was that radioactive elements were detected on the body.

The Medical Examiner's Office made the decision to cremate the body immediately in accordance with the emergency plan.

The reasons are reasonable.

Impeccable!

just.

It’s okay to fool laymen with this reason, but it’s also okay to fool Brian by taking a step back.

But to fool Mark?
Absolute nonsense!

Looking at the fine wine in the glass, Mark looked up after a while and asked, "When did Patrick provoke this Bloody John on TV?"

"half year ago."

"so long?"

Mark was slightly taken aback.

next second.

He shook his head and smiled.

This smile directly confused Brian and Matt.

Laughed for a while.

Mark put away his smile and shook his head again and again.

"...What's wrong?" Brian felt that it was necessary to find a doctor to come over to see Mark.

Although Matt didn't speak, he looked at Mark with eyes like looking crazy.

Mark didn't speak, just tapped his fingers gently while holding the wine glass.

Let's put it this way.

Mark has not had many friends in the past 32 years.

Especially same-sex friends.

This is also impossible.

The main reason is that Mark is too good, no matter in appearance or in all aspects.

Mark was also troubled by this.

So he still cherishes the relationship between friends.

Otherwise, he wouldn't meddle in Brian's affairs. It wouldn't be nice to watch this guy become a wanted criminal and wander to a third country.

and so……

After having Patrick as a friend, Mark found that [Bloody John] in advance.

nothing else.

Showdown directly, show force first and then negotiate.

The content is mainly to remind Bloody John.

Patrick he couldn't move including his family.

Just got the call in New York, and Mark thought the guy had forgotten about it.

But at present, it seems that there are other articles.

the next day.

Mark took a look at the two who were still sleeping on the sofa, who were turning around and turning around, and then went out with a smile.

After taking the car keys handed over by the doorman.

Mark drove directly from Sacramento all the way west to Napa Valley.

in the middle.

Brian woke up and called, and Mark directly asked the two to go to the hospital to see if Patrick's spirit had improved.

The road trip of nearly two and a half hours made Mark once again complain about a certain bald girl.

A spell without teleportation is still like a passerby, A, B, and C after all.

Although Mark can now use his mind to fly at supersonic speed.

but……

This thing pays attention to a grade.

They will arrive in a blink of an eye as soon as they open the door, and you are still flying chug-chug.

Who is tall, rich and handsome.

Who is short and poor.

Things that are obvious at a glance...

But it's a little better.

Local road travel is quite interesting. If you are not in a hurry, you can see various scenery on both sides of the road.

Maybe you can still encounter the characteristics here during the road trip.

Bikers.

Like now.

Mark looked at the sky full of confusion.

Does he still feel like the kind who is easy to bully?

"Ow..."

A howl came from beneath his feet.

At his feet was a bald man with a thick beard and a hulking back.

Not far from the bald man, there is a motorcycle that has been completely separated.

around it.

A dozen or so men with the same tattoo fell to the ground, clutching their broken right arm and wailing endlessly.

10 minutes passed.

There was not a single car passing by on this road.

This is why local horror films are based on roads.

There are few people and the land is wide.

He looked down at the bald man who was already full of snot and tears.

Mark sighed again.

Isn't it just kicking off two ribs, so why is it so vulnerable?

Isn't it crazy to be stuck in front of your own car for a while on the S-type route and then the B-type route?

Why can't it work now?
I thought I hit something hard.

Think for a while.

Mark gave up the idea of ​​directly making them disappear.

He is not a character who is evil for evil's sake.

He is a senior law enforcement officer.

decent role.

thinking.

He let go of his feet, and sent the bald man under his feet to his companion with a powerful volley. Then he said lightly: "God told us to love each other, I think it is very necessary."

No one agreed with Mark's words, only faint wailing filled the road.

Just when Mark was about to get in the car.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa from the direction of Napa Valley...

really.

Law enforcement is always the last thing on the scene.

Bang.

Two police cars stopped not far away, and after the four police officers got down, they almost subconsciously drew their guns and aimed at the only standing Mark.

mark:"……"

10 minutes later.

Another police car appeared from the far end of the road.

Mark, who was leaning on the vehicle and looking at the scenery to relieve his boredom, watched from time to time those motorcycle gangsters wailing and being crushed inside the police car.

Assault on a top federal agent?
This is a felony.

And it's still the kind of federal case.

Soon.

A lean, middle-aged man with a cowboy hat and his hands on his hips got out of the police car and walked towards the bored Mark with a smile on his face.

"Director Lewis."

"Sheriff McAllister."

After Mark and the Sheriff of Napa Valley nodded and greeted each other, they looked around and pointed to the wilderness beside the road and said, "Let's go together?"

Done.

Without waiting for the sheriff to reply, Mark extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and walked forward first.

Sergeant McAllister behind him smiled and followed.

The two walked for about five or six minutes.

Mark stopped.

Looking at the sun that was about to reach the middle position, he narrowed his eyes.

If all goes well, I should dare to return to New York in the afternoon.

Mark thought so in his heart.

Then he turned to Sergeant McAllister and said, "Leave Redra and Sherlock to me."

McAllister: "..."

(End of this chapter)