Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 499 The Regression of the Whole Industry
"Emil Baran, a Romanian, was the only one who was called back by the Kate Albert visa officer this morning."

"reason."

"……do not know."

"What is the reason for the application, call it out and let me see."

"Yes."

Debbie immediately sat down and prepared to retrieve the information of this Emile Baran.

at this time.

The person in charge of the visa officer, Bill Talbot, walked in with a sorry face and said to Mark, who was sitting in the main seat, apologetically, "Director Louis, I have sent someone to prepare..."

"no need."

"……what?"

Mark ignored Bill Talbot and said directly to Jack who was standing aside: "Catch this doctor."

"clear."

Jack nodded and made eye contact with security agent Parker next to him. The two walked side by side towards the outside of the conference room.

"I found the boss." Debbie said excitedly after she stopped typing on the keyboard: "The reason for this Emile Baran's application is to go to New York to attend a children's doctor conference, but according to the information, this Emile Baran Lan is just an ordinary doctor with a Romanian medical certificate."

Mark frowned.

To New York?

Mark tapped his fingers on the table, transmitting sound back and forth in the conference room.

quite a while.

Mark raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Inform Cooper that I want the New York office to be on 24-hour alert. If I want to make trouble in my site, I'm afraid I'll lose my mind."

Debbie nodded.

Bill Talbot, who was left alone, was already panicking.

It took no more than four hours from the explosion in the restaurant to the time it was full, and he hadn't even had time to delete the surveillance video of the visa hall.

who knows……

Bill struggled inwardly and said, "Director Louis, we have no certificate for this foreign citizen..."

"The FBI doesn't need evidence, it's not too late to arrest them first and then find evidence."

"This is England."

"I have permission from the Attorney General and Mrs M from MI[-]."

"..."

Bill opened his mouth and felt that the person in front of him didn't match up with the Bureau of Investigation in his impression.

Mark glanced at Bill, whose eyeballs were slamming everywhere, and asked curiously: "Mr. Talbot is sick?"

Bill reluctantly shook his head and said, "I'll take a look outside."

"Please."

After Bill pushed open the door of the conference room and went out, he lowered his head and walked quickly towards his office.

Bang.

Bill, who was leaning against the door of his office, took out a handkerchief with his slightly trembling right hand and wiped the sweat that had just emerged from his forehead.

Soon.

Beads of sweat were also overflowing from Bill's short silver-white hair.

in the conference room.

"Look, boss, you guessed right." Debbie turned the laptop's display to Mark with excitement.

In the display screen is Bill's office.

Do not doubt.

This is the embassy.

If privacy issues were not taken into consideration, cameras would probably be installed in the bathroom cubicles...

"Catch it?"

"hold on."

Mark regained his senses and looked away from the monitor, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "He's just a mole, I want to catch big fish."

Debbie let out an oh and didn't speak again.

Paused.

Mark narrowed his eyes slightly, and the power of thought surged out and enveloped the entire sky over London in an instant, attracting the attention of the extraordinary world in an instant.

But when the old guys in the extraordinary world used their own means to [see] Mark, they were slightly taken aback.

Then after knowing what happened, they all acted as if they didn't see it.

It is an iron law that the extraordinary world does not interfere with the ordinary world.

As for Mark?

Undoubtedly an outlier.

quite a while.

Mark withdrew his eyes and looked at Debbie and said, "Pay attention to this old guy's movements, and catch him if there is anything wrong."

Debbie nodded and then looked at Mark who stood up and asked, "Boss..."

"I'll pick someone up."

talking.

Mark walked out of the conference room directly.

municipal park.

Mark walked leisurely along the path in the park.

There are still many people in the park.

This is London.

Residents have long been immune to explosions or something...

Mark looked into the distance.

A certain lady with scars on her face and dusty clothes appeared in a corner of the park not far away.

Mark smiled and greeted him directly.

Kate, who was following the evacuation rules, folded her arms and looked around vigilantly.

After all, there was a murderer chasing her.

When Kate saw the handsome man in a suit, blue tie and sunglasses coming out with the crowd.

Kate Albert froze.

Mark, who walked up to Kate Albert, took off his sunglasses and said with a charming smile, "What? I don't know me anymore."

Albert was silent for a while and hugged Mark directly.

Mark laughed, patted Albert on the back lightly and said, "It's okay, I'm here."

Albert didn't answer.

As for Mark and Kate Albert's relationship?
Mark can say this responsibly.

Neither Kate Abbott nor he was, nor is, anything transgressive between men and women.

at this time.

Mark glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and turned around directly.

He switched places directly with Albert who was embracing himself to calm down.

next second.

Bang!
Gunshots rang out.

The tourists who were browsing the park to soothe their mood stopped for a moment.

Then...

In an instant, he turned his head and ran away silently in the opposite direction of the sound.

It looks like it has been practiced countless times.

The yellow bullet hit Mark's back.

Ding sound.

It directly turned into a little bean and fell on the concrete floor, jumping mischievously twice.

Seeing this, the killer who had passed the glory days and was holding a special pistol immediately fired two more rapid-fire shots.

Bang!
Bang!
Mark waved his hand impatiently.

Bullet stuck in the air.

Subsequently.

backtrack...

The killer was stunned for a moment, watching a bullet that was docked between his eyebrows and a bullet that was docked on his chest, and did not dare to move.

Mark let go of Albert and walked towards the killer 200 meters away from him.

this year.

The quality of killers is getting worse and worse.

You are killing people.

Not an agent.

Not to mention that the CIA gang has brain problems and kills talents.

Killers pay attention to quietness, speed, stealth, and precision.

It's all about one-hit kills.

Is the one who makes the city full of wind and rain still called a killer?

The whole neurosis.

Mark shook his head and sighed.

He seems to have seen the entire killer industry wither...

Soon.

Mark stood in front of the killer.

The killer also looked at Mark.

Paused.

Mark smiled slightly and said, "Next I'll ask you who hired you.

You will say you don't know.

Then I extract a confession from you.

You will still answer that you don't know.

In the end I will kill you.

You can't say it even if you want to.

and so!
Just skip the boring foreplay.

Tell me who hired you.

You just nod.

If you shake your head or stay still within five seconds.

I will tell you very clearly.

you will die.

and so!
Make your choice.

5!

4!

......"

Killer: "..."

(End of this chapter)