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"Is it really necessary to remind him of Zhang Mingjun's real goal?" As Anna spoke, her slender fingers kneaded Jack's neck hard.

There were still some calluses on her fingertips, which gave people a subtle burning and sour feeling when rubbing against the relatively tender skin of her neck.

It's not only people like Jack who have taught themselves forensic medicine who are proficient in human body structure. In fact, almost everyone who is good at fighting knows the distribution of important internal organs and major muscle groups in the human body.

Anna knows how to knock down a strong man who weighs more than twice her as quickly as possible, and she also knows what massage techniques and strengths can most effectively relieve muscle fatigue.

After separating from the others at the barbecue restaurant, the two returned to the hotel to rest. The girl offered to help Jack, who had been driving all day, relax his tense nerves.

"Don't you think that the people above Lin Zheling are a little too obsessed with Zhang Mingjun?" Jack asked instead of answering.

The feudal country in the north has always been closed, and it took the CIA so long to keep a diplomat under surveillance. However, Lin Zheling was able to travel back and forth across the 38th parallel many times in the name of arresting fugitives. This is actually very unusual.

"So you think there's something else going on?" As a former FSB agent, Anna easily understood the implication of Jack's question.

She was previously a major participant in this kind of under-the-table struggle between countries, or strictly speaking, a knife in the hands of a participant.

"To silence him, or something else?" She frowned and leaned over Jack's back.

The girl knew that she couldn't have this man all to herself for too long, so she cherished the present time.

"It's probably because of the money." Jack's tone was also a little uncertain. "According to the investigation of those secret accounts, it can be confirmed that at least one billion US dollars is still missing."

Although Anna considers herself not a woman who is keen on money, her breathing still becomes a little rapid after hearing this number.

Sometimes the numbers are too big to be understood, so a horizontal comparison is needed.

Although some well-known wealthy people, such as Kaiyuan Ma Sheng, have wealth measured in hundreds of billions of dollars, there are only more than 2600 wealthy people in the world counted by Forbes who have a net worth of one billion dollars or more.

Such a huge fortune is enough to make anyone crazy.

"I suspect that the real mission that the important official gave to Lin Zheling was to retrieve the billion dollars, which was exactly the bait Zhang Mingjun used to fish."

Jack said this and turned over in bed, with a look of complacency on his face, as if he had seen through everything.

Anna pressed herself against his chest, quietly feeling the strong heartbeat, "Do you think the big fish will take the bait?"

"We'll know next Monday. That's one billion dollars. How many people can resist such a temptation?"

Jack curled his lips in disdain. He was never interested in things that he couldn't hold in one hand. However, the girl in front of him was just the right size after she gained weight. She was so round that he could hold it in his hand and it felt great.

Lin Zheling didn't know much about what happened to Zhang Mingjun's wife and daughter. He only knew that the important official had been Zhang Mingjun's direct superior and was in charge of the secret research institute that produced the poison.

The actual head of this research institute is named Kim Cheol-soo. He and Jang Myeong-jun were implicated in the same "political turmoil" and their family members are missing. He followed the latter to flee from the North.

This Jin Zhexiu should be the chemical expert mentioned in the intelligence, and Jack suspected that the so-called "political turmoil" was actually an unsuccessful attempt to silence him.

"Go to sleep. We have to go to the airport to pick someone up later." Jack stroked the girl's smooth back, hugged her in his arms, and then pulled the quilt over them both.

"One last question." Anna whispered softly into Jack's ear, "Are you interested in the money? Maybe I can help you."

"Do I look like I'm short of money?" Jack sighed and grabbed her restless little hand and warned her.

"Comrade Anna Sergeeva, I want to warn you not to let the American mentality of pursuing money at all costs occupy your mind. Unless the money falls in front of you and no one notices it, don't touch it."

Anna chuckled. "You make it sound like you're not American."

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Three hours later, Jack carefully moved the girl's long legs away from him and got up to wash.

Rossi had sent him a text message saying that the chemical weapons expert from the FBI would arrive in an hour.

When he drove his Saab class car with dents and peeling paint onto a helipad at Osan Air Force Base, he almost turned around and ran when he saw a middle-aged man in a cheap black suit and with obviously balding hair getting off the transport plane.

He often saw Uncle Cage's face, not only in the movies of his previous life, but also in Yvonne's cafe (

Lucky Charlie and beautiful Yvonne were very happy after their marriage, and the cafe business was always prosperous. This New York police officer could often be seen helping out in the cafe after finishing his duty at night.

As a personal participant and planner of this adult fairy tale, Jack would often invite single man Aubrey to sit with him and teach him such "life experiences" as that marriage is not only the fruit of love, but also requires careful management to maintain in the long run.

However, Charlie is less than 30 years old and is a young and handsome version of Nicolas Cage. The one who now appears in front of Jack is closer to the "Uncle Cage" in his impression, with a slightly bald forehead and a significantly receding hairline.

"Hi, Agent Tawalla, right?" The middle-aged man who was looking around blankly saw Jack opening the door and getting out of the car. His originally slightly nervous expression relaxed visibly.

"Hello, Dr. Stanley Goosby, just call me Jack." Jack stretched out his hand to shake his, bent down and helped him lift the luggage at his feet.

"I prefer to be called Special Agent Stanley Goosby, but you can call me Stanley." The "middle-aged Cage" looks like a "slant-eyed" man who has been squatting in the laboratory all year round, but he actually has quite a bit of strength in his hands.

Seeing him looking at the busy soldiers around like a curious baby, Jack couldn't help but laugh, "Is this your first time traveling on a military aircraft, Special Agent Goosby?"

"Ah, yes that's right, call me Stanley, otherwise I will have to keep calling you Supervisory Agent Tawalla. To be honest, you look a lot younger than I thought."

"Middle-aged Cage" Stanley Goosby seems to be quite talkative and will actively find topics to talk about as soon as he comes up.