Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 53 Acts of Justice

"Slow down, George!"

An hour later, at the door, Mark waved to George Stacey, who was out of the police, with a smile on his face.

The latter stretched out his right finger directly, without turning back to interrupt at all!
His jurisdiction is Manhattan, but because he lives in Brooklyn, and because of Mark, George, who was eating lemon tuna, was called here with just one call!

After closing the door.

Mark chuckled, and just as he turned around, he saw his girlfriend sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.

Slightly stunned!
Kate glanced at the floor where the dead body had just been laid and said, "I'm already nervous enough in Washington, I don't want to be at home, and I'll keep a high level of vigilance!"

Mark walked over, put his arms around his girlfriend's shoulder and said apologetically, "My fault, I'm sorry!"

"No..." Kate shook her head, held Mark's handsome chin with both hands, looked into Mark's sky blue eyes and said lightly: "It's not your fault, you don't need to apologize!"

Mark smiled slightly, but did not speak, a trace of blood gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes!

……

"Bam—"

"FBI—"

"Boom—"

"Suddenly..."

"Boom... Boom!"

Mark, wearing a bulletproof vest, walked directly into the dilapidated room.

Looking at the few people squatting in the corner with their heads in their hands, he smiled coldly and said, "Take them all away!"

"Yes!" The secret agent pointed his gun at them and said in a deep voice, and then directly yelled at the few people who held their heads in their hands: "Hurry up..."

Glancing at the beautiful knives scattered all over the table, they were all green and worth more than [-].

Glancing at Debbie beside her, she said, "Pack it up and take it away!"

Debbie nodded, and glanced at Jack standing at the door. After the latter made an OK gesture...

After walking out of the brown-green warehouse behind him, Mark looked up at the scorching sun above his head, narrowed his eyes and said to Adam, "Which one is this?"

"The third house!" Adam returned!
Mark smiled slightly, put his sunglasses back on and said, "That means there are still five companies, so try to finish all of them today."

That Vera Constantine likes to hide.

Mark said it doesn't matter!
Do you really think that their industry is as hidden as they think they are?
Don't be kidding, the main reason is that neither the New York Municipal nor the federal government wants to deal with them.

If you want to clean up, don't you still clean up one by one!

Solving a small policeman or police detective secretly will probably not cause any huge waves.

But where did these people get the wrong feeling that they could fight the Federation?

Do you really think New York City is the same as the Commonwealth?
If the assassination is successful, it is estimated that it will be the last to introduce a scapegoat.

but!
You fucking failed the assassination, that's another matter.

Especially Mark is still the top boss in the third gear of the FBI!
Only one step away, it can be upgraded to D file and become the highest-level existence of the investigation bureau.

Vera Constantine's performance can no longer be described as provocative.

This is already a slap in the face, but it's still in front of Mark's face, and it's exhilarating!
This morning, George knocked out a clue from the living mouth that Mark called out like a pig's head.

Mark immediately assembled Adam's SWAT team.

Don't do anything today, Mark will focus on the property belonging to that daring woman!
Dare to assassinate a middle-level cadre of the law enforcement department, this is an extremely bad incident.

If everyone was like Vera, it would be fine.

Is the work of the FBI still to be carried out?

Half an hour later!
"Bam—"

"Damn it, the other party has a weapon, concealment, concealment!"

"A group, surrounded from behind..."

"Second group, prepare the explosion-proof shield..."

"Shock bomb..."

"Be careful with grenades..."

"Boom—"

Take a special police armored vehicle and just come to the door of a remote warehouse near the moat in Hell's Kitchen.

Before getting out of the car, they ushered in the warehouse, and fierce gunfire counterattacked!

"I hate guns..."

"You still have several antique pistols in your home..."

Hiding on the side of the armored vehicle, Debbie's complaints immediately attracted a sharp counterattack from Jack who was close to the side.

Debbie glanced at Jack, didn't speak, took a deep breath, and then followed Mark and quickly moved towards the warehouse door!

"Adam..."

"exist!"

On one side of the warehouse door, Mark made tactical gestures to the heavily armed Adam on the other side.

Therefore, there are ten people on the first floor of the warehouse, and five people above the guardrail on the second floor!
Adam nodded, and turned to the soldier who was removing the explosion-proof shield from the car...

"Shock bomb..."

"fire in the hole..."

"Bam—"

At the moment when a strong white light flashed from the shock bomb, Mark stepped out of the body first.

With a slight movement of his left hand, he suddenly blasted out a flying knife that appeared beside him in an instant!

"puff--"

"chug--"

"Suddenly—"

In just a split second, the flying knife appeared in front of a militant on the guardrail of the warehouse.

With just one breath, it pierced through his head in an instant, and with a drop of blood condensed on the tip of the knife, he threw a crescent moon unabated, and once again moved towards the militants who were only 50 meters away and hadn't figured out what was going on. Fly quickly!
quite a while!

With the entry of the special service team led by Adam, the search for such a huge warehouse began!

in less than a while.

In a room on the far right of the warehouse, a special police officer called Mark and others through the walkie-talkie!

After entering the room, Mark once again saw a hidden door in an underground passage.

"It's really a group of rats!" Jack said fiercely after walking out of the warehouse.

While disarming the weapons and equipment on his body, Mark looked at the thirty or so Eastern European girls who had been rescued from a compartment in the warehouse.

In fact, many Eastern European girls knew what they would face before they were abducted here.

But there are still many girls coming.

There is no way, the country they are in is either in constant turmoil or extremely poor!
When I came here, although I was guarded by the Vitality Organization, it was not pleasant to say the least.

At least here, no matter what industry you are in, you can survive.

As long as they are honest and obedient, maybe after a period of time, they will be spotted by a member of the vitality organization...

Most of the members of the vitality organization in Hell's Kitchen form families in this way.

Debbie, standing aside, watched the vehicles coming from the New York office and the police support.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What will happen to these women?"

Mark withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "After registering the information..."

"Then……"

Mark turned his gaze to Debbie, and said lightly: "I don't care..."

"..." Debbie!
"..." Jack!
(End of this chapter)