Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 891

Correct.

In fact, a few years ago, when Mark's high school classmate entered the New York Police Department in the name of looking for his mousse goddess, Mark knew that the gears were turning.

So with the idea of ​​preparing wedding gifts in advance, Mark started collecting.

A cold case is called a cold case because the suspect is hiding in the dark.

But if you know it in advance, it's still an unsolved case?
It is troublesome to deduce from the beginning, but it is very easy to deduce from the tail to the front.

Congressman Bryan Kane of New York State was behind the death of Beckett's mother.

Then the rest is easy.

What business is the FBI most proficient in?
Undoubtedly, intelligence.

Yes.

The truth and some evidence of the murder of Beckett's mother had already been grasped by Mark, but he was rushing to planet 38 at that time, so he never found the time to give this to Kassel as a wedding gift.

Mark just finished speaking.

Even Cassel, who was staring at the flying saucer, couldn't help but look back at Mark and said, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Beckett was still in shock.

Mark laughed and said to Cassel: "Have you forgotten what our FBI does?"

Kassel immediately looked at Beckett and said, "Beckett, did you hear that, your mother..."

Before Kassel could speak, Beckett nodded and looked at Mark and said, "Is there really any evidence?"

Regarding the murder of their mother, Beckett and Cassel also knew who the suspect was, but because the suspect was a state senator and was planning to run for the white building, no one dared to move without conclusive evidence .

At least the NYPD dared not move.

"Boss." Jack shouted not far away.

Mark turned his head and glanced at Jack, then turned to Cassel and Beckett and said, "Just treat it as my wedding gift in advance."

Cassel pointed at Mark and laughed.

Beckett was also a little speechless.

Mark said: "I'm serious, if you really get married, this is my gift, if not? Well, then it's my gift to Beckett, and you choose."

After Mark finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Jack.

Jack said: "Boss, the director of the alien flying saucer research team has arrived."

Mark nods.

Correct.

If you thought the FBI was in charge of solving crimes then you're way behind the times.

The FBI has the Extraterrestrial Investigation Department, the Cultural Protection Department, the Language Translation Department, the Propaganda Department, the Humanoid Lifeform Research Group, and the Alien UFO Research Group...

Criminal Investigation Department, Anti-Terrorist Affairs Department, Intelligence Department...these serious departments accounted for a relatively small proportion of all departments in the bureau.

However, because the department of the Alien UFO Research Group is rather weird, this department often travels around New York State, and even the office in the Federal Building is smaller than the office of the Humanoid Lifeform Research Group.

Soon.

A supervisory agent in his 50s with gray hair came over. It was Leigh Moore, the supervisory agent of the Alien UFO Research Team of the FBI.

Mark looked at Director Moore, who had only met him during the allocation of funds at several meetings at the beginning of the year, and smiled, "Director Moore, this is your specialty. Tell me, do you have any clues?"

Moore wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Director, we have never seen an alien flying saucer up close."

Mark laughed: "During the fund transfer meeting, Director Moore didn't seem to say that."

Sweat dripped from Moore's forehead.

Mark smiled and didn't look at Director Moore, but said to Jack, "When will the army come?"

Jack said: "I just communicated with Rose, and it will arrive in half an hour."

Mark nodded, then looked at the alien flying saucer surrounded by security guards and asked, "Is there still no movement?"

Jack shook his head.

Mark smiled and then said: "We will withdraw when the military comes over and hand over to the military."

Jack looked up and said, "Boss, this is a federal case."

Mark looked at Jack and said, "Do you think we can monopolize this case?"

Jack shook his head.

It is obviously impossible to monopolize it. If the FBI can monopolize it, will the New York Police Department come over?The military will come?And the coast guard is also rushing here?
Mark immediately smiled and said, "My FBI is not so cheap. Whoever wants to grab a piece of broken meat can grab it. We don't get involved."

Director Moore of the alien flying saucer research team over there suddenly became anxious.

Mark glanced at it and said, "Either you tell me now what you have researched over the years, or shut up."

Director Moore hurriedly said: "Director, this case should belong to our alien flying saucer research team."

Mark didn't refute but said: "Yes, but the problem is, when the army comes later, you should at least give me some confidence and don't embarrass me then."

Director Moore stood at attention and said, "Director, alien flying saucers, we are professionals, and five research agents from my team will be here soon."

Mark laughed.

quite a while.

Mark looked at the armored vehicles driving in from the entrance of the park, and then said to Jack: "If Director Moore can get it, then he will go straight to the hard steel. If Director Moore is not strong enough, he will just evacuate."

Jack nodded, "Yes."

After Mark finished speaking, he nodded directly towards Debbie and then walked out of the park.

Ross, who was getting off the armored vehicle, looked at Mark who was walking outside with a weird expression.

……

"We want the right to know."

"protest……"

"We're going in."

"..."

Crowds swell outside Central Park.

Debbie, who followed Mark out of the park, asked curiously, "Boss, do we really care?"

Mark smiled and said, "It's an empty shell, what are you doing there?"

Debbie blinked.

Mark then looked at a Chinese restaurant three blocks away from Central Park, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

10 minute later.

Mark got out of the car with a melancholy expression on his face, and Debbie, who came out of the co-pilot, looked at the crowd walking towards Central Park with lingering fear.

Debbie said, "God, look at these people, are they that crazy?"

Mark pointed to the feminist holding the [Take me away] sign with an unusually fanatical expression and said: "This is a typical good day, too many plans to go to an alien slave."

Debbie smiled.

After Mark finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the very calm Chinese restaurant.

into the eye.

A handsome man who looked exactly like Hollywood star Keanu sat calmly and straightly on a corner seat in the Chinese restaurant.

The cup of tea in front of the man was still hot.

Mark looked at the man.

The man also looked up at Mark.

Four eyes facing each other.

quite a while.

Mark said to Debbie: "Stay at the door, don't let a group of fools outside come in."

Debbie nodded after looking at the man a few more times.

Mark then walked towards the man.

The man got up from his seat.

"Klaatu."

"Lucifer."

"..."

(End of this chapter)