Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 663 Visit from the CIA

Federal Building.

Combat Command Center.

After passing the advanced eyeball biometric system, Debbie, wearing a pair of jeans and a long T-shirt with a ponytail, walked directly into the combat command center located on the upper floors of the Federal Building.

Mark, who sat in the first row with his head propped on his hands, opened his eyes and glanced at Debbie.

Debbie walked to the agent on the left side of the big screen who was controlling the device and said a few words in a low voice.

next second.

The big screen in the combat command center lit up instantly.

A short man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a Nepalese monkey suddenly appeared on the big screen.

Mark raised an eyebrow.

Good guy.

Seeing this little Nepalese monkey, Mark almost walked into some horror live movie theater.

Debbie cleared her throat and said: "Dominic Green, a famous entrepreneur in South America, Green Planet Biotechnology Group is Dominic Green's industry, Green Planet is a company that mainly promotes hydropower energy, in South America, Indonesia and many Third countries occupy a dominant position, and even to some extent, this Green Planet biotechnology group monopolizes the electricity of some third countries.”

Mark glanced at the data and information displayed on the big screen a few more times, raised his chin slightly, looked at Debbie who was making the introduction, and asked, "What does Obadiah Stan have to do with this guy?"

Debbie smiled.

The backhand is to press the remote control in the hand.

The big screen instantly changed a geographical map of a certain country.

Bolivia?

Mark looked at Debbie.

Debbie said: "In Obadiah Stein's personal computer and office computer, our agents did not find any valuable clues, at least nothing that could connect Obadiah Stein and this Dominic. Green's connection clue."

Mark looked at Debbie with a smile on his face.

There must be but.

really.

"But..." Debbie said after a pause, following a piece of information that appeared on the big screen: "Obadiah Stan may be able to clean up all the traces on his bright face, but on the dark web, he can't do it." to this point."

As she said that, Debbie proudly raised her white neck like a jade, like a proud big white goose...

It's just that the orientation of this big white goose has always been distorted...

Debbie then went on to say: "Through the help of a few friends I contacted last night, we traced the traces left by Obadiah in the dark web. This is a chat record that I restored. After tracking and positioning, the chat account under the alias [Steel Overlord] is exactly Obadiah Stan."

Iron Overlord?

Mark looked at Debbie expressionlessly.

Debbie clicked on the repaired chat record.

Mark stared.

It is a classic chat window.

[Steel Overlord]: I have been exposed, send someone to pick me up, I need to leave now.

[Take care of the earth]: ... Relax, you are his godfather.

[Steel Overlord]: He has grown up, that woman has more weight in his heart than me, and he already knows it now.

[Take care of the earth]: I said before that we should not attack that woman, and our cooperation is based on the premise that you have obtained the latest weapon developed by that guy.

[Steel Overlord]: Don't worry, I've known since he first created the file, and I've even got the scaled-down Ark reactor equation, now, take me out of here, damn it.

[Caring for the earth]: I will send you the location address, there will be a plane waiting for you there from 09:30 to [-] o'clock, and the plane will take off directly after the time.

[Steel Overlord]: Damn it, how could it have become like this if some FBI bug hadn't been involved in this matter, damn it...

【Take care of the earth】: Don't worry, once our plan is successful, the whole world will be ours, and you will be free to do whatever you want to do with that bug.

[Steel Overlord]: Alright, I'll accept...

……

Mark, who was about to continue watching, raised his eyebrows again and looked at Debbie as if asking again: "No more? What's next?"

Debbie shrugged and said, "Boss, I don't expect you to understand the operating mechanism of the dark web, but I want you to know that there are no more than three computer experts in the world who can fix this conversation."

Mark said blankly: "Walter O'Brien?"

Debbie froze.

Mark continued: "Have you met the computer genius Skye?"

Debbie's expression changed slightly.

Mark continued to open his mouth.

Debbie quickly stretched out her hand and corrected her words: "I was wrong, there will not be more than ten people in the world, yes, this time is right, I stayed up all night yesterday and spent several favors to restore this conversation. "

Mark smiled.

quite a while.

Mark stared at the chat nickname [Caring for the Earth] in the chat interface and asked: "This caring for the Earth is Dominic Green?"

Debbie nodded and said, "90.00% chance."

Mark then looked at the photo with the geographical cloud map of Bolivia and tapped his finger on the gauntlet: "Bolivia? Do we have law enforcement authority over there?"

Debbie said indifferently: "Boss, our FBI only has local authority."

"So there is no?"

"Correct."

Mark nodded pretending to know for the first time.

This is uncomfortable.

The "Patriot Act" investigation on Stark Industries was launched in a hurry.

As a result, the most important goal was missed.

This……

uncomfortable.

at this time.

Bang.

Jack, the deputy director of the New York State Branch of the FBI, rushed into the combat command center and said to Mark who was sitting in the first row: "Boss, the guys from the CIA are here."

Mark was taken aback.

What are the people from the CIA doing here?
tourism?

Or fellowship.

Mark got up and glanced at the photo of the little Nepalese monkey on the big screen, and seemed to understand.

In the meeting room on the top floor.

As soon as Mark entered the meeting room, he could tell by just looking at the sitting posture that the three men in suits and leather shoes who were agents of the CIA were sitting there.

Simultaneously.

Mark also saw an acquaintance.

Pete Cacciopoulos.

Mark stretched out his right hand to the gray-haired Pete with glasses and said with a smile: "Peter Caciopoulos, director of the Second Special Operations Division of the CIA, what wind blows you from Langley to New York?" The side is coming."

The gray-haired Pete corrected: "I am no longer the director of the Second Special Operations Division."

"Oh?" Mark asked curiously while reaching out his hand to signal Pete to sit down: "Then you are now..."

"Acting Director of the CIA."

"Wow."

Mark nodded in feigned surprise and said, "Great, so, why did the... Acting Director of the CIA come to New York?"

"Dominic Green."

"……never heard of that."

"..."

(End of this chapter)