Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 688 A Fingerprint
The choice to serve as a prosecutor was not a sudden interest in Riles.

Public prosecutors don't need money.

Of course.

Prosecutors don't rely on love to generate electricity.

The public prosecutor and the prosecutor share an office, except that the public prosecutor represents the client and the prosecutor represents the federal government.

and.

There is also a reason why Riles chose the public prosecutor.

As she pursued her independence, Riles had the help of a public prosecutor.

Although in the end it still failed to succeed independently.

But the public prosecutor made a deep impression on Lailis.

If you pay a little money for a good lawyer...

Probably already independent.

The words are divided into two parts.

Around 10:30 am.

Mark directly took his horse boy to the location of the Hammer Building.

tread!
tread!
tread!
The gathering of more than 20 uniformed federal agents instantly attracted the New Yorkers on the side of the road.

even.

This number is still expanding.

In the blink of an eye, the number of federal agents instantly reached one hundred plus.

There are less than a hundred agents.

A hundred is a sea of ​​people.

Federal agents in three-letter uniforms have turned the street directly in front of the Hammer Building into some sort of uniform party...  

The people were taken aback for a moment.

When he saw that the goal of the army of federal agents was the Hammer Building, he was instantly ebullient.

News from Stark Industries is still hot.

Is there news from Hammer Industries?
This month's melons are much free.

The entrance of the Hanmer Building.

The guard belonging to Hammer Industry hurriedly called into his headset the moment he saw the army of federal agents.

One of the ex-Delta soldiers went straight up and prepared to pounce.

"This is Han..."

"Go away."

Finally, one time, the federal agent who showed the opportunity to the big boss directly pushed the guard away and said coldly: "The FBI is handling the case."

Subsequently.

Federal agents cleared the way.

Wearing sunglasses and wearing a suit, Mark walked into the Hanmer Building expressionlessly surrounded by horse boys.

The blond girl at the front desk was also completely confused.

Appearance...

still alright.

Mark took off his sunglasses and walked over to the blond girl at the front desk with a smile on his face and said, "The FBI is handling the case."

"Huh?" The blond girl was completely lost when she saw Mark take off her sunglasses.

So handsome!

Good MAN!

So stylish!
Seeing this, Mark put on his sunglasses again, turned around and looked at the boys who were waiting for him to give orders, and said with a slight arc of his mouth: "No floor or room is allowed to be missed, and all computers and materials are moved back to the Federal Building. It is an effect, clearing the field, understand?"

"understand!"

The agents were full of enthusiasm in unison, and the sound directly shook the bulletproof glass of Hanmer Industry, which almost burst...

Subsequently.

Federal agents began to scatter.

or elevator.

or stairs.

at the same time.

The legal team of Hammer Industries also appeared in an instant.

A white-haired animal-faced lawyer in an expensive suit walked straight up to Mark.

But before the lawyer could speak, Mark took the lead in throwing out the arrest warrant and search warrant in his hand and slapped the lawyer's face with a snap.

Some gray-haired lawyers who are prematurely aging have green faces.

However, he silently took down the arrest warrant and search warrant and looked at them.

next second.

The lawyer immediately yelled, "This is nonsense, this is Hammer Industries, and it's confidential."

Mark blew on the sunglasses in his hand, then raised his head and said lightly: "I intend to cover a federally wanted criminal who committed treason. The "Patriot Act" is in effect again. I will search Stark Industries. A mere Hammer industry?"

under the Patriot Act.

Let alone here.

Even if the white building is involved in this felony, the FBI has the right to take back even a piece of toilet paper in the white building to do research to see if it is real toilet paper or a so-called new bug.

It is because of this.

The moment the Patriot Act was officially authorized by Congress, it immediately attracted criticism from all walks of life...

After all, under the blessing of the Patriot Act.

The FBI seems to have returned to the glory of the first General Bureau in the past.

Top floor of the Hanmer Building.

When Mark walked into Justin Hammer's office, the hippie monkey was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other.

Justin turned around and didn't seem to be annoyed at Mark's arrival. Instead, he raised his glass with a smile and asked kindly, "Would you like a drink, Director Louis?"

Mark smiled and said, "Yes."

Justin nodded and went to open the whiskey and pour it into the empty glass on the table.

Mark glanced at the tabletop.

Counting Justin's hand, there are three active quilts outside.

Justin smiled and handed the whiskey to Mark and said, "Sorry, Director Louis is late."

Mark said lightly: "Oh? Why?"

Justin sipped the whiskey in his glass and said with a smile: "What reason did Director Lewis use to apply for a search warrant? Let me guess, sheltering and harboring federal criminals?"

Mark didn't speak.

Justin looked at the [-]-square-meter living room and said with a smile, "I'm afraid Director Louis is disappointed. I don't have any here."

Mark didn't get angry at all and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's all about cleaning up for Mr. Hammer."

Justin said exaggeratedly with a flattered expression: "Wow, let the agents of the FBI come to help me clean. After today, I'm afraid I will fire my cleaning staff immediately tomorrow morning."

Mark said with an unchanged expression: "I'm afraid that Mr. Hammer may lose his job tomorrow morning."

The confrontation between the two was bloodless.

quite a while.

The detective's report was gradually delivered to Mark's ears step by step.

Obadiah Stein was not found.

Mark was not surprised by this result at all.

Mark already knew that old bald man Obadiah Stan was not here before he went upstairs...

To be precise Obadiah Stein was here before.

But when Mark arrived, he was gone.

Mark looked at Justin Hammer, who was smiling like [-], and asked straight to the point: "What deal did the old bald man make with you?"

Justin, who was clearly a beast with glasses but pretended to be a gentleman, smiled all over his face and said, "Director Louis, if I say so, I'm afraid my Hammer Industry will become someone else's."

Mark said lightly: "Don't think that I think the same as you, I'm not going to play this kind of trick with an ant."

Justin Hammer's expression froze slightly.

Ants?

Is this talking about him?

Justin then withdrew his smile and said with a hint of scheming: "Director Louis, relying on unknown intelligence and personal grievances, casually made a move against Hammer Industries that would shake the market value of our company. I'm afraid it's not a a wise decision."

"is it?"

"Of course, my lawyers are already drafting a lawsuit against the FBI. See you in court."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

Justin still smiled and said, "Does this need to be asked? What you are looking for is Obadiah Stan, I don't have it here."

Mark smiled and took a sip of his whiskey.

next second.

puff!
Mark spit it out.

What the hell.

Too bad to drink.

Mark put the quilt aside and walked towards the table in the living room while saying lightly: "Justin, do you know where your biggest problem is?"

Justin watched Mark's actions with some puzzlement.

Mark directly and repeatedly took out his white gloves and gently lifted another empty wine glass on the table high into the air.

Justin the hippie monkey is transformed in an instant.

Mark still had a smile on his face.

In the sunlight outside the window.

Mark held up the wine glass in mid-air, and a fingerprint was very clear on the transparent glass...

　Everyone, Happy Children's Day, Lao Mi is also celebrating, so let's be happy together. . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)