Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 604 It's time to go
Is Mark the villain?

surely not.

Mark himself thinks that he is at best a member of the [Neutral Chaos] camp living independently.

Kate turned sideways to look at Mark, propped her chin with one hand and said thoughtfully, "I don't know, tell me, are you a decent guy or a villain?"

Mark shook his head and said, "Secretary of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, my dear, do you think I am a positive character or a villainous boss?"

Kate pouted and said as if talking to herself: "I think Mark is a little more careful and has a chaotic personality, but no matter when I know Mark, he always appears with a clear personality. , so tell me, where did those two brats go?"

Mark was speechless as he listened to his fiancée's analysis of him.

quite a while.

Mark grabbed the wine glass and walked to the sofa opposite Kate, sat down and shrugged, "How do I know, I'm definitely not dead anyway."

"you sure?"

"Of course, at least those two brats were fine when I left."

"...Then what happens after you leave?"

"Hehe, please dear, it's not bad that I can do this with two lawless bear children. I don't care who they are. In short, I'm not their parents."

"...you are a titan of law enforcement, and I need to remind you."

Mark moved the wine glass away and looked at Kate, whose eyes were getting serious. She could only rub the center of her brows and said, "I know better than you, but you have to know that sometimes the law is rigid."

"There are too many things about the rigidity of the law. We are law enforcement officers. Don't you always say that you don't like extrajudicial sanctions?"

"I've always thought so."

"Then did you do it to these two brats?"

As soon as Kate's words came out.

Mark shook his head and smiled wryly.

Ok.

That's what Kate really wanted to say.

Fortunately, Mark thought Kate agreed with his approach before.

After all, it happened to the neighbors, the Russells.

For others it may be a coincidence.

But in Kate's eyes.

Full of flaws...

Kate got up, clutching her big belly, walked to Mark and sat down, and looked at an oil painting of "Eden" on the wall with Mark's eyes.

quite a while.

Kate said aloud, "Do you think I'm going to pretend I don't know anything?"

Mark smiled and hugged Kate and said, "Of course not, I know my woman, and I'm still wondering how often you will tell me about this."

Kate stared at Mark's bearded chin and smiled, "Now can you tell me where those two brats went?"

Mark chuckled: "Three wrong views must be corrected."

"So they're not dead?"

"I promise you that."

Kate smiled and stood up from Mark's arms and finally said: "The detective who just came is a good detective."

Mark sighs.

Under Kate’s watchful eyes, Mark took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number while saying, “Indeed, there are not many police detectives with a sense of justice in this day and age, and I admire him very much, but offense is ultimately a crime.” Offended, do you think Los Angeles would be a better fit for this detective?"

Kate: "..."

Mark looked at the connected phone with a laugh, got up and walked towards the backyard.

Law enforcement agencies have no secrets.

who is mark

New York State Bureau of the FBI.

No matter what the detective Roger Murtaugh came to Mark's manor today.

But his last words offended him after all.

If only Mark had a good temper.

But Mark is a well-recognized temper tantrum among law enforcement agencies and even Washington political circles.

Not to fight back?
Who knows what some people think.

night.

An apartment in Brooklyn.

After hanging up the phone, Roger Murtaugh walked into the living room while touching his big bald head and frowning his thick eyebrows.

Trish Murtaugh, who was preparing for the last exam, looked at her husband's strange expression and asked aloud, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Roger wiped his face and did not answer the question but said, "Where are the children?"

"I told them to go to bed." Trish put down the pen in her hand, walked in front of her husband Roger, pressed Roger's chest, and said, "What's the matter?"

Roger shook the phone in his hand and smiled wryly: "I was transferred to the Los Angeles Police Department."

"……what?"

"Well, just now the Assistant Chief Superintendent personally called, and I was transferred to the Los Angeles Police Department's Major Crime Unit."

Trish recovered from the shock and said in confusion: "This is a good thing, you have been promoted."

Roger waved his hand and said nothing.

Promotion?

It was obvious that someone was trying to get him out of New York.

Who would the Assistant Chief Superintendent call in person?

He's just a kid.

Still dark.

Who would work so hard for him behind his back?
the next day.

Roger got up early in the morning and put on clothes on himself.

His wife Trish, who was sleeping next to her, opened her somewhat confused eyes, got up and looked at her husband who was dressed, and said, "Today is the weekend, my dear."

Roger put the coat on himself and said: "I'm going to the sheriff. I don't accept this transfer order."

Trish immediately woke up: "Are you crazy? Didn't you say that you always wanted to be transferred from the New York Police Department?"

"It's different."

"What's the difference?"

"I still have a case on my hands, and it's obvious that someone doesn't want me to take over this case."

"...Roger."

"Ok?"

"Now that person is using this method to get you away, if you refuse, what method do you think that person will use to deal with you?"

Roger, who was putting a coat on his body, paused for an instant.

Trish, who got up from the bed, looked at her husband's back and continued: "I know you want to be a good policeman, and I support it, but you have to understand that you don't have any evidence to prove this."

Roger turned and said, "I just haven't found it yet."

Yes.

He is a good cop.

And Roger still wants to be a good cop who speaks for victims.

Trish opened her mouth.

at this time.

Roger's work phone rang.

It's his partner.

As soon as the phone was connected, his partner's voice came from inside and said: "Roger, the two missing children have been found and sent to the Queens District Public Hospital. I will send you the address. Come here quickly."

Roger was taken aback, then hurriedly said: "I see, I'll be here right away."

December [-].

Detective Roger Murtaugh pays another visit to Mark's Long Island estate.

in the backyard.

Mark watched Ferry pony running on the grass, took a sip of the tea in the cup and stretched out his hand to Roger, saying, "Please sit down, Detective Murto."

After being silent for a while, Roger Murtaugh pulled away the chair in front of him and sat down.

quite a while.

"I'm leaving tomorrow for the LAPD."

"Compared with dealing with the kidnapping case, do you think the crime team is more challenging?"

"...The two children were also found."

"Congratulations."

"But the way they behave and speak has changed."

"Oh?"

"It's becoming childish."

"Hehe, you already said they are children, isn't it normal for children to be immature? I have a meeting later..."

"I know, I'm leaving now."

"Walk slowly."

"...Can I ask you something, Chief Lewis?"

"Excuse me."

"Do you still hold on to the belief that extrajudicial sanctions are wrong?"

Mark put down his right hand holding the teacup calmly, looked at Roger who had got up and said with a smile: "Of course, it's just that the law is sometimes rigid. As law enforcers, we must use it flexibly."

"……thanks."

Mark didn't speak, but raised the teacup in front of him again and raised his glass to the police detective who was about to go to Los Angeles to take office...

(End of this chapter)