Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 500 Mouth Pao Wushuang Horse Bureau Seat
"2!"

"1!"

"I……"

"Oh!"

A thread of blood shot out from between the killer's brows and chest in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief, and he fell back.

He is Nash.

The world's second killer before retirement.

how come……

Albert, who came over, stared at the killer Nash, who had already started to have pools of blood on the back of his head, and said in a daze, "We don't know who it is yet."

"unnecessary."

"……What's the meaning."

"He won't tell."

"Are you so sure?"

"Look at the ring on his right hand."

"……What's wrong."

Mark put on his sunglasses backhandedly and took Albert out of here and said, "Remember the "Continental Hotel" you found in my study?"

Albert nodded and said, "Of course, I didn't believe it and ran to the Continental Hotel."

Mark shook his head and said, "The killer just now belonged to the Continental Hotel, but he has retired."

Albert: "..."

Continental Hotel.

The legendary benchmark or industry leader in the killer industry.

Focusing on the killer industry for hundreds of years has not wavered.

It is their motto to be committed to serving each killer and strive to make a gold standard.

Ok.

That's it.

When he saw the ring on the killer Nash's right hand, Mark knew very well that the killer couldn't say anything.

nothing else.

Selling out your employer is a big taboo in all walks of life.

Even more so in the killer industry.

Although some killers will say the name of their employer after certain means.

But never in the history of Continental Hotels.

Not once.

Mark felt that this killer Nash would not be the first.

and.

The London police are coming too...

After returning to the embassy.

As soon as Mark and Albert pushed open the door of the meeting room, they saw a man in a suit standing at the window.

Mark looked at Jack and said, "Where's the doctor?"

Jack hesitated to speak.

Detective Parker next to him stood up and said, "Director Lewis, this is inspector Paul Anderson from the London Anti-Terrorist Command."

Standing at the window, Paul Anderson turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Mark blankly, saying, "Why did the FBI go to the British citizen's business to arrest Dr. Emile Baran?"

Done.

Paul Anderson looked at Mark quietly as if waiting for Mark's answer.

Mark directly glanced past Paul Anderson and landed on Jack, his pony, and asked in a serious tone: "I'm asking you again, where is that damn doctor?"

Jack pointed to inspector Anderson next to him and said, "Sorry boss, this person was already there when we went."

Mark cracked a smile.

Subsequently.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"Notify Maggie, let her bring the entire secret service team and invite all the gentlemen who are active in New York to the bureau, and let Mrs. M of MI[-] go to New York to pick them up in person."

"……Yes."

After being silent for a while, Debbie took out her phone and called Maggie in New York.

After ordering Debbie.

Only then did Mark look at this Paul Anderson, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "I think you can call Mrs. M now and tell her that because of your obstruction, we lost a possible Congratulations to the target location of the terrorist attack launched by our country."

talking.

Mark looked directly at Jack and said, "I remember this is the embassy, ​​which is our territory. Does this person have a visa?"

Jack shook his head.

Paul said in a deep voice, "You guys are so arrogant."

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at Paul with a mocking smile: "Oh?"

"I will tell our Secretary of the Interior everything here. I have said some things to the visa officer behind you, but I am here to tell the story of Dr. Roland, who you think is a terrorist."

"tell me the story."

"A few years ago, Dr. Roland's wife applied for an emergency treatment visa in your country, and she died because you bureaucrats kept asking for more documents, which led to..."

"stop."

"..."

Mark pulled out his chair and sat down. He took off his sunglasses and put them on the table. He smiled and said to the investigator, "It sounds like Dr. Roland, the good man you mentioned, is more likely to hate our country because of this incident."

talking.

Mark looked at Debbie who had finished the call and said, "Call the Minister of Justice again. I want to add Roland, a good man in the British population, to the blacklist of known law enforcement agencies and all airlines."

Done.

Mark looked at the inspector Paul and smiled, "Is the result satisfactory?"

Paul, who was less handsome than Mark by three points, frowned at this moment.

Still waiting for him to speak.

Debbie over there handed Mark the phone and said, "Boss, MI[-]."

Mark answered the phone.

"Mrs. M, forgive me for not having time to visit you in London this time."

"Louis..."

"Wait a minute, Mrs. M, I know you are here to question why I am harassing the gentlemen outside. I have an Inspector Anderson on my side who claims to be from your Counter Terrorism Command. Why am I doing this? I believe that Inspector Anderson The staff will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

After Mark finished speaking, he threw the phone directly at the inspector.

Paul Anderson was taken aback for a moment.

Looking at Mark with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the ongoing call in his hand.

Subsequently.

Silently put it in my ear...

quite a while.

"It's ma'am."

"I understand ma'am."

"I will, madam."

"..."

Mark looked at the inspector who hung up the call from Mrs. M and said unceremoniously: "Why, what about our bureaucrats, why don't you dare to tell Mrs. M of your MI[-]?"

Paul Anderson folded the flip phone and put it on the conference table and said calmly: "I won't stop you anymore..."

"late."

"what?"

Mark stretched his waist and hit Hutch, ignoring the inspector and asked Debbie, "Debbie, what time is it?"

"It's six o'clock."

Mark touched his chin and said, "So soon, let's have dinner first."

talking.

Mark got up straight away.

"Mr. Louis." Paul said hurriedly with his brows throbbing.

Mark turned around and pretended to be confused and asked, "Is there anything else? Inspector Anderson from the Anti-Terrorist Command?"

"Doctor Roland..."

"Oh, that doctor." Mark nodded as if he had realized something, and then said in confusion, "What's wrong with him?"

"You stopped arresting?"

"No more arrests."

"..."

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said: "My main job this time is to catch the killer who attacked the restaurant. I have found and killed the killer. Our survivor Albert visa officer has also returned safely. As for What does this Dr. Roland have to do with me?"

Paul Anderson: "…"

(End of this chapter)