Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 666 A Competent and Evil Middleman
"James."

"mark."

"So... on the way to save the world again."

"I'm thinking about going fishing in the sea in August, are you interested?"

Mark opened the co-pilot's door and sat on it, then smiled and said, "Of course, remember to book a time and let me know."

James also smiled and started the car.

The car engine roared.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into the brightest ray of light in the darkness and rushed towards the Art Theater in Bergen near the seaport...

After half an hour.

James parked the vehicle on a street facing the Art Theater.

At this time, the Art Theater was brightly lit.

Gentlemen and ladies from all over the world have already started to enter the venue on the red carpet.

Spotlights are flickering.

As if a grand performance is about to open.

Click.

James pulled up the handbrake of the car and looked seriously at someone sitting in the co-pilot seat who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

quite a while.

"James, you should know that I have very little interest in gays."

"...There are many villains in the world, but why do you cooperate with such villains?"

"Your sentence is wrong. What do you call us? I am from the FBI, and the CIA is working with Dominic Green. Don't integrate me with those melon skins. I feel ashamed."

"So Dominic really cooperates with the CIA?"

"We are friends. I will never hide anything from my friends. Yes, the CIA does cooperate with Dominic Green, but my target this time is not Dominic. You can rest assured that I will not rob you. "

"...Who is your target?"

"A fugitive criminal."

"It's not a name."

Mark laughed and stretched his waist, glanced at the gentlemen and socialites who entered the venue one after another, and said to James, "This is a case of the FBI. If you want to know, I would be happy to poach Mrs. M's corner."

As the most successful Ling Lingqi.

It's not a day or two since Mark wanted to dig Bond, otherwise why did he always deliberately owe favors to James?

James was silent for a while.

Then he put down the handbrake and started the car and drove slowly towards the Art Theater, which was only one street away.

Mark also released his thoughts to cover all directions of the Art Theater.

next second.

Speech and music sounded in my ears.

Men, women, and children are as seen with their own eyes.

Soon.

Relying on such cheating methods, Mark instantly located Dominic Green who looked like a Nepalese monkey in a private room of the opera house.

One person occupies such a large private room?

Show your own deep pockets?

Mark has deep resentment.

The car stopped at the red carpet entrance.

The smiling attendant opened the co-pilot's door.

The gentle Mark with glasses tightened his buttons and walked straight into the theater.

in the theater hall.

Mark and James glanced at each other, and then James walked towards the employee aisle calmly.

As for Mark?

Mark never played his cards in the usual way.

After confirming Dominic Green's location again, Mark walked straight towards the second-floor passageway guarded by more than a dozen burly men.

"stop."

"Forbidden on the second floor..."

The two security guards guarding the passageway on the second floor watched Mark speak in a cold voice.

but……

After the scarlet light in Mark's eyes flashed past.

The two security guards gave way to the left and right respectively.

The other security guards became suspicious at the moment they were about to call.

"Hi!"

Mark's voice attracted the attention of other security guards.

next second.

Mark climbed up the steps on the second floor without hindrance under the eyes of the guards who regarded him as his master.

Soon.

Bang!
Dominique, who was waiting in the private room for the Quantum Group voting meeting, was startled when he heard the door open.

Before Dominic could make a move.

The two or three security guards guarding the room completely changed the lineup.

"A glass of bourbon."

"……Yes."

After Mark talked to a reformed security guard, he sat down next to Dominic.

Donimike looked at Mark in surprise.

Mark relieved a bit, then stretched out his right hand to Donimike Green and smiled, "Clark Kent."

Donimike glanced down at the right hand that Mark handed over, thought for a while, and reached out to hold it.

Donimike looked at Mark and said, "Mr. Kent is a mutant?"

Mark smiled and said, "It's not surprising. If I'm not a mutant, how could Dominic's security change the lineup instantly."

Donimic smiled reluctantly, watching the security guard he brought with an ugly expression, and handed a glass of bourbon to Mark respectfully.

After Mark took a sip of bourbon, he said, "I have to say that Mr. Green is hard to find."

"Mr. Kent looking for me?"

"Yes." Mark put Bourbon aside and looked at the Nepalese monkey Donimike with a smile, "Let me introduce you again, Clark Kent, a Texan, is also a very competent evil middleman."

Donimike didn't speak.

Mark laughed and sat down again and said without hesitation: "You can check it first. After all, it is the meaning of us middlemen to let buyers buy with confidence and sellers to sell comfortably."

Donimike changed his expression and said, "I don't have anything to sell."

Mark said with a smile: "Mr. Green, I am a professional middleman, believe me, since the buyer has placed an order, I will facilitate every transaction for my commission, but right now Mr. Green is sure that there is no need to verify Tell me about my identity?"

Donimike was silent for a while.

immediately.

Donimike got up, and after seeing that Mark didn't do anything else, he walked directly to the corner and took out his mobile phone.

There is a three-six-nine rule in the dark world.

It means that as long as you are a person who hangs around in the dark world, even two people who have never met will know at least three mutual friends.

Soon.

After Donimic hung up the phone in his hand, he looked at Mark sitting on the sofa with a complicated expression.

This is a real savage.

Even though Donic was mixed in South America, Jin Bing's name is still very famous.

And this Clark Kent?
This is the first existence in history who is still alive and well after selling fake products to Jin Bing...

Donimike coughed and sat down again, and said, "Hasn't Mr. Kent been running orders in the United States all the time? Why this time..."

Mark sighed and said, "There's no way. The industry is not doing well recently, so you can't pick and choose about orders. You always need income to support your family."

"Is there something on my side that Mr. Kent's buyers value?"

"Obadiah Stein."

"..."

(End of this chapter)