Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 585 Fishing Law Enforcement (Second Change of Guarantee)

hum!
With a muffled sound, Jack, who was holding the landline in his office to talk to Mark, stared blankly at the faint blue flames suddenly jumping out of the living room area of ​​his office.

The faint blue flame became more and more colorful, and it just transitioned from a point to a ring in just one breath.

"... Gudong!"

Jack swallowed involuntarily, opened his mouth wide and stared at the eerie blue portal...

Call the police?

Stop it.

Listening to the blind voice coming from the microphone, Jack immediately understood one thing.

This must have been done by Mark.

next second.

Holding a glass of bourbon, Mark descended directly from the dark blue portal into Jack's office.

The portal shrunk into a drop of flame, it bounced mischievously to the ground and then disappeared.

Mark frowned slightly.

At the moment when he just used the portal, Mark suddenly had a strange feeling.

He can not only randomly open portals on the earth.

even……

As long as it is an area controlled by the underworld, he can use the portal to reach it.

It feels subtle.

The moment Jack saw Mark coming out of the portal, he closed his mouth as expected, and then walked over from the office area grabbing the summons sent by the secretary just now.

"...Boss, this TNT&G is not..."

"Yes."

"Then how?"

"how could I know?"

Mark said directly angrily, glanced at the information on the subpoena and sat down on the sofa before continuing to ask: "What's going on? How did the New York office become the first defendant?"

Pluto above.

where is this place.

Federal Building.

FBI.

Not some NYPD or some juggling fire cop.

not to mention.

How many lawyers dare to take over a civilian filing a lawsuit against the FBI?
Big law firms would take it.

But can a commoner afford a law firm?

Then the problem is coming.

As the top three TNT&G law firm in New York, is this the wrong medicine?
or!
TNT&G law firm head Ron Turk took the wrong medicine?

Jack stroked his sky-blue tie and sat on the right side of Mark and said, "Boss, haven't you contacted that guy Ron?"

Mark directly said angrily: "Don't you know the principle of circumvention? I can call, but do you think this guy will answer? What's going on? Didn't he say it was just a cake shop on the phone? How is it related to abuse of power? Is fishing law enforcement involved?"

Jack opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Mark waved his hand directly and said, "Forget it, I guess you don't know, where did our prosecutor go? Dealing with the court is his strong point."

Jack said: "Chuck has rushed to Brooklyn to ask the court to revoke it."

"How's the public opinion outside?"

"...what public opinion?"

Mark raised his eyebrows and said, "To deal with law enforcement agencies like ours, Ron's favorite thing is to use the media to form a bias towards his agent before the jurors are in place. Is there no movement this time?"

Jack nodded and said, "There is no news about this at the press office."

Mark suddenly became suspicious.

Paused.

Mark took the summons from Jack and looked at it carefully.

Soon.

Mark looked up and said, "What's going on when it says we're fishing for law enforcement?"

Jack rubbed his brows and said, "This is a case from the Counterintelligence Office. I've sent the head of the office here."

Mark wondered: "I thought the store you just mentioned was just a cake shop. How could a cake shop in Brooklyn get involved with spies? A spy doesn't go to Wall Street or Manhattan and goes to Brooke." What is Lin doing? Looking at the scenery?"

Jack laughed dryly twice and didn't answer.

Soon.

The head of the Counterintelligence Office rushed over.

Hansa Dick, a native African, caught by the tail at 30 years old, with a beard and a bare forehead.

"Chief."

"Deputy Director."

Mark flipped through the materials sent by his blond secretary just now, pointed to the sofa without raising his head, and said, "Sit down, tell me what's going on."

After Hansa Dean sat down, he pursed his thick lips and looked at Mark and said, "Director, this is what happened..."

Subsequently.

Hansa explained the ins and outs of this incident to Mark in the shortest possible language.

That's what happened.

No, the address for the general election in November this year was chosen in New York, so during this period of time, the work of the New York office has also shifted from crime fighting to terrorism and espionage...

It happened that the work of the Counterintelligence Office had always been reported to the Deputy Director.

Last month, the Counterintelligence Office started recruiting a group of new recruits from the Quantico Federal College after the signature of Deputy Director Jack.

Six little rookies.

Everyone knows about rookies, and they are eager to make contributions.

The standouts are headed by a native African in his early twenties.

This incident was also done by the native African.

According to Hansa.

In fact, when they were bragging and farting in the office half a month ago, this young man rushed to his office excitedly and said that he had discovered a stronghold of a Zambian spy...

When Hansa was about to go on to talk.

Mark put together the information in his hand and looked at Hansa blankly and interrupted: "Needless to say, I have already guessed the follow-up plot."

Hansa looked at Jack.

Jack gave Hansa a meaningful look, then looked at Mark and said, "Boss, young people can understand."

Mark looked at Jack and sneered again and again.

There is no need to talk about it below.

Get in touch with the charges against them.

This young fledgling agent must have gone there posing as a refugee and enticing the bakery to take him in.

And then……

The owner of the cake shop kindly agreed to allow this [refugee] to live in the lounge of the cake shop after she closed her work.

After……

This agent actually arranged the lounge into a so-called spy workshop...

This meow...

This special meow is a typical fishing law enforcement that can no longer be typical.

This operation... full of anger.

Mark directly flew the information in his hand into the arms of Hansa, who was sitting in a perfect posture, and said, "Look carefully, what is the name of the owner of this cake shop."

Hansa quickly grabbed the flying documents and opened them.

Name: Maria Castor (Turk)

Hansa looked up at Mark in confusion.

Mark rubbed the bridge of his nose and said weakly: "This Maria Custer is also the barrister who accepts this case, the sister of Ron Turk, whose appearance fee is as high as one million dollars. Is it possible to find out the fish first when fishing, and I can pretend that I didn’t see it when I caught Luo Fei, but what you guys are fishing for is a shark, which can eat people..."

Hansa: "..."

Jack: "..."

(End of this chapter)