Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 498 Vigorous and Resolute Horse Bureau Seat (Third Guarantee)
hum!
The special plane of the director of the New York FBI, which was on the clouds, began to switch course according to the signal from the London airport tower that had been docked.

inside the cabin.

Mark glanced at the bourbon glass he had just swirled.

Debbie, who was sitting opposite, winked directly at Jack, who was already married.

Jack then said, "Captain Jeffrey suffered a sudden flu yesterday and was hospitalized. Captain Jeffrey's deputy, Norton, was on duty."

Mark didn't say anything.

After a while.

After combining the materials in front of him, Mark rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Have the investigation reports from the consulate and the local police station been transmitted?"

"Yes." After a while of crackling, Debbie turned the monitor to Mark and said at the same time: "This is the information belonging to the staff of the consulate during the explosion."

Alvin Murdoch.

Robert Powell.

Joyce Sue.

Naomi Rosenbaum.

……

"Are you sure there is no Kate?"

"Yes."

Debbie nodded and turned to the notebook, and after a while, she turned around and said: "This is the surveillance outside the restaurant block at that time. The London side repaired the video before the explosion. 30 seconds before the explosion, Kate Albert left. Dining room."

"Premeditated?" Jack, who was sitting on the side, was searching and locating Kate Albert's location through the positioning device equipped by the embassy personnel.

"What do you think?" Mark looked at Jack with a smile like a spring breeze and said.

Jack shook his head immediately.

Mark withdrew his gaze and said, "Kate Albert belongs to the Glory family. His father, Richard Albert, is the deputy commander of the Air Force and the daughter of our current Attorney General. Do you think she will be a spy?"

Jack continued to shake his head.

Mark said angrily: "Quickly locate me, if Kate Albert is a survivor, she will definitely leave the embassy certificate."

Jack: "..."

Among the local embassy in London.

The embassy is now under martial law.

The door was closed tightly.

On the surrounding roofs, there are full-staffed sniper soldiers that are only available during full duty.

"Mark Lewis."

"Bill Talbot, this is our Chief of Security, Agent Sam Parker."

"Hello."

"Hi, Chief Lewis."

After a few pleasantries, Mark said to Bill Talbot, who had short, white hair, "Then Mr. Talbot, how much do you know about this matter?"

While inviting Mark and others to enter the embassy, ​​Bill said: "Frankly speaking, there are very few. The embassy is in chaos now, and we have initiated an emergency closure procedure."

Mark nodded without any surprise.

After entering the embassy meeting room.

Mark glanced at the arrest warrant displayed on the TV screen and turned to Jack and said, "Contact MI[-]. If nothing has been found out now, our people will become suspects? If so, just ask M Ma'am, do I also need to show a few gentlemen from the New York event on the TV screen?"

"Yes."

Jack nodded, took Mark's cell phone and dialed MI[-].

Beside Bill and Agent Parker looked at Mark standing at the window with different thoughts.

Soon.

Jack covered the microphone and said to Mark: "Ms. M is in a meeting, boss."

Mark directly smiled and pointed to the wanted notice that was still on the big screen and said: "Then let them disturb Mrs. M. The wanted notice is still there in a minute. I will hang up a gentleman. It will still be there in a minute and a half. Let Mrs. M prepare A special plane will pick you up at the New York airport."

Jack specifically re-communicated with the other side.

Mark looked at Debbie and said: "Time, if you want to shirk responsibility, don't look at who is here."

Debbie raised her arms silently.

Looking at the second of the watch, he walked silently.

At eight seconds.

The wanted notice suddenly disappeared.

Mark sniffed.

Isn't it because you are afraid of taking responsibility?

Is it a terrorist attack, or did you just want to characterize this matter as a dog eats a dog on the embassy side without knowing anything?

No wonder the former glory of the never-setting sun is no longer there.

Subsequently.

Mark directly sat down on the main seat in the conference room and asked Debbie, "If this is a terrorist attack, then why did the terrorists attack the visa officers of the embassy?"

"...there is no doubt about their identities."

"If Kate Abbott is not dead, why didn't he come back, the restaurant that exploded was only two blocks from the embassy."

"……I'm not sure."

"Say."

"Either Kate Abbott was the perpetrator of the attack, or she was the terrorist's first target and the rest of the victims were just a cover-up."

"...Not bad." Mark nodded and continued to guide Debbie to ask: "Very good, then contact Kate Albert for details, which one do you prefer?"

"The second."

"Why are terrorists targeting her?"

"Her identity."

"Visa officer, and then what?"

"...Sorry boss."

"It's okay, just make a bold guess."

"……Feel sorry."

Mark waved his hand and nodded to Debbie very gratified.

It is already very good to be able to analyze this.

But there are also disadvantages.

Not bold enough.

What world is this?

Mutant world.

Even if you guess in all kinds of unimaginable places, you are right.

Mark directly raised his head and said to the white-haired Bill, the visa supervisor here: "I will see the foreigners who want to go to the mainland received by Kate Albert within 10 minutes. Is there any problem?"

"...uh" Bill said with some embarrassment: "Director Louis, you also saw that we..."

Bang!
Mark patted the table, stood up, looked at Bill, who was hesitant to speak, and said in a deep voice: "Listen, the Ministry of Justice sent me to solve the case, not to listen to your various reasons. For comments, you can contact the Secretary of State, but now, the information I want will be brought to me within 10 minutes."

Bill nodded reluctantly and then walked out of the meeting room.

Mark didn't stop.

Glanced at Debbie.

Debbie took the notebook out of her arms, quickly logged in and plugged in a USB flash drive that Mark had given her before.

The data flow flickered on the laptop screen at high speed.

Soon.

Ding!
The internal network of the local embassy was invaded in an instant.

"Boss." Debbie raised her head in surprise and said, "Boss, who is operating on the opposite side, this speed..."

Mark said, "Hurry up?"

Debbie nodded and said: "This is more than fast, the embassy's data network uses the high-level encryption of the Ministry of Defense..."

Mark laughed silently.

Can you hurry up?

It was Mark's smart housekeeper that was operating there.

Thomas Pentagram!

A mechanical life transformed from an extremely powerful mainframe...

Detective Parker next to him was already stupid.

In front of him, a security agent stationed at the embassy, ​​hacking into the embassy's internal data network?
Am I caught?
or put?
Or... pretend to be blind?

Just when Detective Parker was thinking wildly for a while.

Debbie raised her eyebrows as she watched the stream of data flashing across the screen...

(End of this chapter)