Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 433 December of [-] (Intermittent Fourth Change)

Sacramento Airport.

Before boarding the plane, Mark raised his eyebrows as he walked up the boarding ladder, and seemed to think of something.

Turning to Brian who was coming to see off the plane, he said, "I asked Bald Tang to find something for me a while ago, and he found it. After Christmas, he has time to come to New York and give it to me."

Brian nodded.

Mark smiled slightly after explaining, walked into the cabin and gestured a gesture to the pilot in the cab with the door open.

3 minutes later.

Mark's federal plane soared into the sky.

Airport ground.

Matt looked at the federal plane gradually rising into the clouds and finally said after holding back for a long time: "I thought there were so many dirty things in the entertainment industry, didn't I expect that?"

Brian glanced at Matt and smiled without making any comment.

The filth in the entertainment industry demands money at most.

Politics dirty?
...is to die.

After Brian and Matt asked Mark casually, they didn't mention where they found Redra and Charlotte...

The special plane arrived at JFK Airport in New York half an hour earlier than the scheduled flight time.

Get off the plane.

Mark stared at the scorched black that still existed on the ground not far away.

There.

There was once an accident that was enough to make people feel sorry and sad.

Mark led a family of three wearing hats and sunglasses who looked like superstars directly into a hangar.

The private jet parked in the hangar has already been activated.

"Captain Jason."

"Mr. Lewis."

Mark shook hands with the middle-aged man in the captain's uniform standing beside the plane.

Jason is the personal pilot of the chairman of Stark Industries.

The level of service is top notch.

The level of confidentiality is nothing to say.

After greetings.

Mark turned around and said to Patrick, who was holding Redela behind him as if he was in love, "I'll send it to you. We will visit you next summer."

Patrick seemed to have a lot to say but finally came together with one sentence: "Thank you."

Mark laughed and patted Patrick on the shoulder directly.

After stroking Sherlock's little head looking up at him, he finally hugged Redra.

Without looking back, he waved his hand and walked outside the hangar.

Wave your sleeves.

Thousands of credits are hidden in the merits and fame.

If it wasn't for the lack of time, Mark might have followed suit.

but.

Someone has to organize things for the end of the year.

The previous year it was Mark who had gone to the Joint FBI Meeting or Skid and Drink Meeting for short.

This year, because of various things, Mark can only let Cooper participate.

……

"... done!"

Mark raised his head and exhaled heavily, and threw the pen in his hand aside.

The blond secretary standing in front of the desk rolled his eyes covertly, not kneeling at all because of Mark's handsome appearance or status.

She is a special secretary with a family background.

Mark pushed the documents in front of him towards the blond secretary and said, "Didn't you just talk about promoting paperless office last year? Why are there so many documents to be signed?"

"We're the FBI."

"……so?"

The blond secretary sighed and rearranged the documents signed by Mark on the desktop and said: "Tomorrow is a holiday, and I really need to scan and summarize these documents to the Ministry of Justice."

"...Aren't you going back to Washington for the holidays today?"

"I came to be a secretary not because I wanted to, but because compared to others, this profession has a lot of free time, especially as your secretary."

Done.

The blond secretary showed an inexplicable smile at Mark, twisted her waist and left the office.

Mark was left with a confused face.

For a long time.

Mark shook his head with a sudden smile.

Don't say it yet.

It is rare for a woman to appear who is not bewitched by her handsome appearance and temperament.

Mark thinks this is a good thing.

This shows that he still has many deficiencies and areas for improvement.

Three people must have my teacher.

This sentence still makes sense...

After finishing what he was doing, Mark finally moved his seat from the office chair to the sofa.

It's still early.

After downing a glass of bourbon, Mark glanced at the time on the wall.

Another busy year.

In general.

This year is not too bad.

Although there are some twists and turns in the career, but in the end there are only some small twists and turns.

Emotional progress is methodical and steady.

Kate is a career-minded woman.

Mark felt that there was a reason why Kate did not agree to complete the wedding with him.

Blaming him for the problem is nothing more than an excuse.

After all, wouldn't Mark let her resign from NCIS after she didn't want to get married?

That's right.

After drinking a glass of bourbon, Mark felt that his thinking ability at this moment broke through the sky.

After ending this year's affairs, we must wait and see next year in [-].

but……

Mark had this habit before 2000.

but now?
It's gone.

This year has been so fulfilling, how about looking forward to next year?
Come on.

How many nonsense plots have been thrown into this world this year, even Mark doesn't know what magical developments will happen next year.

Mark wouldn't be surprised if someone told him next year that Earth was actually an avatar of Unicron.

It's not surprising that it's self-defeating.

Mark felt that he was ready to bear it.

Three in the afternoon.

"Hi honey."

"Do you miss me?"

"of course."

"real or fake?"

"I never lie."

Without blushing, Mark picked up his fiancée at the airport on time.

Just got out of the airport.

The first snow of this year has disappeared without a trace.

"Wow, it snowed as soon as you came back." Mark looked at the snowflakes falling outside the car window and smiled at Kate in the co-pilot.

Kate gave Mark a cute look and said, "Washington also has a weather forecast, otherwise why would I buy a flight at three o'clock?"

Mark shrugged.

What if the fiancée doesn't understand romance and only understands steel guns?
in a hurry.

However, the bad traffic conditions after rain and snow in the mainland have been complained more than once.

New York is fine.

New York has the money to afford city cleaners.

when we got home.

Mark stood outside the garage thoughtfully.

What about snow?

What about the heavy snow?

He also counted on building a snowman tomorrow after a heavy snowfall for the holidays.

Kate behind her looked at Mark as if she were looking at a demented child.

Push the door and go home.

Lyris, who was watching TV with Gwen, got up happily and hugged Kate after seeing Kate coming back.

After you let go.

Lyris said directly to Mark, "Gwen and I are going to the playground tonight."

Mark threw the key into the key bowl and took off his coat and asked, "Or your little team?"

"There are also a few classmates who took physics class with us."

"Who?"

"You don't know me either."

"Maybe."

"Wendy."

"Wendy Zhou?"

"Wendy is a student who graduated this year. We agreed to go to the playground to celebrate together. Who is Wendy Zhou you're talking about?"

"How would I know!"

"..."

The corners of Lairice's mouth twitched slightly, then she said to Kate who was watching the play with a serious face, "Seriously, Kate, you need to take Mark to see a psychiatrist."

"I will." Kate laughed.

"..."

(End of this chapter)