Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 606 Counterfeit Mark

Click!

Two crisp pistol loading sounds sounded in unison.

The two pitch-black holes pointed directly at [Mark] who was sitting on the sofa.

Debbie's and Jack's fingers were well into place on the trigger.

If you push it lightly.

The two little yellow cuties will instantly burst into flames and blast out.

the goal--

[Mark] between the eyebrows.

Sitting on the sofa, [Mark] frowned slightly and put down Bourbon, looked at Debbie and Jack and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

Debbie snorted and smiled, staring at [Mark] on the sofa, and said to Jack standing beside her: "Jack, do you think he plays like our boss?"

Jack shook his head and looked at [Mark] on the sofa and said: "If you are really our boss, you will hang us up and beat us as soon as you see us like this."

Debbie next to her nodded in agreement.

Who is the boss?

Will people be pointed at guns like this?

Stop it.

If [Mark] on the sofa was really their boss, none of them would have had the chance to draw their guns.

not to mention……

If going to work on time means that their boss is rarely in a beautiful mood.

Then sign a stack of documents directly on the spot?
Are you kidding me?
[Mark] on the sofa was stunned when he heard this, then leaned on the sofa, looked at Jack and Debbie with interest and smiled, "It seems that this is not the first time for you."

The corners of Jack's and Debbie's mouths twitched subtly.

Yes.

This is not the first time.

This is the second time.

Regarding the first scene, not to mention Debbie and Jack, even the students of the same period at Quantico Federal Academy don't want to recall it.

It's a pain that's hard to breathe.

that time.

Quantico Federal College organizes offensive and defensive activities.

Mark is attacking.

But in the end...

Except for Mark alone, the rest of the participating students all passively became guards.

A three-story building.

Attack alone.

Three hundred and five 66 students keep.

10 minutes later.

The attacking side won without any suspense...

Holding a Remington RP9 pistol, Debbie stared at the impostor on the sofa with beautiful eyes and asked in a deep voice: "I will only ask once, who are you? This is the Federal Building, you have no chance to escape."

"Run? Why should I run?" [Mark] smiled curiously and said, "I am Mark."

Debbie sneered directly and said: "If you dare to pretend to be our boss, it is probably the first time you have come out to do this job. I advise you to commit suicide by yourself. When our boss comes over, you will find that you don't even have the right to die."

talking.

Debbie took out her cell phone from her pocket and quickly dialed Mark's number.

quite a while.

The bell rings.

Debbie frowned and stared at the [Mark] position on the sofa, which was also the ringtone that she remembered at the same time.

[Mark] on the sofa smiled faintly, grabbed the black flip phone next to him, shook it in front of Debbie and Jack, and said, "I'm right in front of you, why call me?"

Debbie was confused.

After staring at Mark on the sofa for three seconds, Jack suddenly showed a wry smile and silently put away his gun.

Debby looked at Jack.

Jack pressed Debbie's hand gun and said, "You haven't seen it yet?"

Debbie shook her head.

"Obviously, our boss has once again raised the level of skipping work to a higher level." Jack chuckled and then turned his gaze to [Mark] on the sofa and said, "Mystique Raven? I'm not wrong, am I?"

"……what?"

"Papa papa." [Mark] on the sofa nodded, got up and clapped his hands, looked at Jack with approval and said, "I bet Mark before how long it would take for you to see me through."

The figure of [Mark] on the sofa began to change.

It's like waves rolling over you.

next second.

Mystique, who is at the pinnacle of her youth, reveals the true face of her eldest cousin.

Debbie covered her forehead.

Jack frowned.

quite a while.

Jack, who was sitting on the sofa with a constipated expression on his face, covered his head with his hands and looked up at Rui Wen, who seemed to be talking to himself, "What is the boss trying to do this time? Are you luring wolves into the house?"

"Hi..." Ruiwen said with some displeasure: "What do you mean by luring wolves into your house? I'm also a victim, okay? I stayed well in City of Hope. You think I'm willing to run out to play with you guys after eating and sleeping." play house?"

Debbie, who was sitting on the side, asked curiously: "Where's the boss? Where did he go this time? Could it be that the Ministry of Justice didn't agree to Dongguo's request for exchange and Mark went by himself?"

Both Debbie and Jack knew about the invitation from Dongguo.

At that time, the Ministry of Justice vetoed it, and after Mark accepted it neatly, the two guardians of Mark felt that something was wrong.

But didn't expect...

Their boss is playing so big.

Who is Mystique?

The assistant of the super villain Magneto, who is second only to the leader of the base, is also a wanted criminal on the list of all law enforcement agencies known in the country.

Let such a wanted criminal openly become the sub-state seat of the FBI to handle and access various confidential documents?

If this is accidentally exposed.

Pluto above.

Do you want to save face for the FBI?

The most important thing.

It's a bomb.

Once the entire FBI is detonated, it will be bombed in an instant...

Jack scratched his hair and looked at Rui Wen with a very uncomfortable expression, "Where's the boss? Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing?"

"How do I know?" Ruiwen said with a look of nothing to do with herself: "I just promised that guy to play his role well before he comes back, what are you doing, don't worry about me, my disguise No one will see through Wushuang under heaven."

Debbie and Jack looked at each other.

Debbie tapped twice on her phone and handed it directly to Ruiwen.

Ruiwen frowned, "What is this?"

Debbie said lightly, "Look for yourself."

Raven took Debbie's phone and looked at it.

The phone shows a chat group.

The chat is swiping...

Ordinary detectives are gossiping about why their chief comes to work on time today, and whether there is any ulterior code in it.

The back office was also swiping their screens discussing that the documents they thought would be delayed for half a month before being signed were actually issued without any reservations.

Ok.

Whether it is field work or internal work, it is a very magical thing.

Raven was embarrassed.

Come to work on time, right?
Isn't it the same to resolve the signature in time?

Raven looked up at Jack and Debbie.

The two of them seemed to know what Ruiwen wanted to say, and they nodded in unison with no expression on their faces.

Snapped!
Ruiwen patted herself directly on the forehead and said with the same expression as Jack: "How did Mark not be taken down from this position? Don't you have a Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Jack was expressionless.

Debbie...the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Still housekeeping?
Who in the entire federal system does not know that the New York State Department of the Interior has changed from a mad dog that only bites itself into a tame and castrated lamb...

(End of this chapter)