The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"Hey, you didn't beat him to death, did you?" Jiang Zhentai saw that Zhang Mingjun's head was almost drooping to the ground, and was about to go forward to check, but Lin Zheling got there first.

"How is that possible? I just hit him lightly like that." Ma Xidao showed his sandbag-sized fist, which made people tremble with fear.

Lin Zheling flipped Zhang Mingjun's eyelids and confirmed that he was just unconscious before he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out handcuffs and handcuffed one of his hands to his own, then reached into his pocket and took out a mobile phone and the electronic bank key containing the billion dollars.

Jiang Zhentai took the secret key, shook it in his hand, and said with emotion, "This is ten billion dollars," and was about to hand it to Jack.

The latter waved his hands. He was really not interested in this thing. Instead, he took Zhang Mingjun's mobile phone. This thing was more important. Maybe it could lead him to find those dangerous VXs.

At this time, the sirens outside were blaring, and the Korean police might rush over at any time. Jack didn't say much and took out a small box and handed it to Lin Zheling. Inside was the eavesdropping device that had been agreed upon.

"Thank you, but I'm sorry Brother Zhentai." Lin Zheling's gratitude came from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm used to it. It doesn't matter if I get promoted or not. It's good enough if I don't get fired." Jiang Zhentai patted his shoulder nonchalantly, "You should be careful."

Zhang Mingjun only showed up with a few of his men, and he got himself killed so cleanly and neatly, which made people feel something was wrong.

Based on Jack's previous analysis, everyone guessed that this guy must have some other tricks up his sleeve, and that he was definitely targeting the delegation that would arrive tomorrow, so there was no joy at catching the culprit, and everyone seemed to be worried.

The Korean police, who arrived late as usual, surrounded the nightclub and hastily set up a cordon when faced with the bodies scattered all over the floor in the penthouse suite. There were more than a thousand men and women partying on the first and second floors, enough to keep those poor grassroots police officers busy all night.

The pretty boy from NIS (National Intelligence Service) who had previously spied on Kang Jin-tae's family showed up with Kang Jin-tae's boss and started scolding him, which seemed like a revenge.

Ma Xidao was ordered to serve as the FBI liaison officer, and as the most capable double-flowered red stick in the Guangsou Team, he did not encounter any difficulties.

The pretty boy might have had some thoughts, but after noticing Lao Ma's clenched fists, he decided to continue firing at Jiang Zhentai with all his might.

"It's so embarrassing. We caused such a big mess, but in the end the person fell into the hands of the other side. He was a terrorist that the FBI wanted, and he was taken away by the people in the north just like that?"

When he saw someone appear, the pretty boy deliberately raised his voice, and the sarcastic tone could be smelled from dozens of meters away.

Jack had already arranged for someone to send Jiang Zhentai's wife and daughter to the hotel for protection. He just went to the parking lot and sent Park Minrong and Stanley to reunite.

Just as he came back, he heard someone talking nonsense about him. A smile suddenly appeared on his face. "You can immediately inform your superiors and ask the American ambassador to go to the Blue House and kneel down under the Tai Chi flag to apologize. Isn't that how it's played in your TV dramas?"

The female NIS agent who was watching the fun on the side almost couldn't hold back her laughter, so she quickly covered her mouth and turned away.

"I thought you would be more concerned about the whereabouts of Zhang Mingjun's men. They are a group of guys who can plan terrorist attacks in Manhattan."

Jack didn't even look at the pretty boy and spoke to Jiang Zhentai's superior, a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"Yes, yes, we are tracking them. They are a group of dangerous people." The middle-aged uncle obviously still wanted to protect his subordinates. He was just suppressed by NIS and could only chide a few words from the side.

Seeing that the FBI stood on Jiang Zhentai's side, he immediately changed his stance and helped change the subject.

Seeing this, NIS's pretty boy snorted coldly, "We have already found traces of Zhang Mingjun's men in Pyeongtaek Port. They are likely trying to sneak across the border to Dongda.

The National Intelligence Service is already deploying the operation. I will be there soon to personally take charge and will definitely take down those thugs. You FBI don't need to worry about these trivial matters. The NIS will take over the finishing work."

"Oh? Then you must be careful. According to the intelligence we just received, Zhang Mingjun's men are suspected of having at least one kilogram of weapons-grade VX. You must be careful."

Jack kindly gave a "reminder".

Pyeongtaek Port is one of the three major trading ports designated by South Korea for East Asia. It is not surprising that NIS made such a judgment, but it was obviously a smokescreen released by Zhang Mingjun's men.

They do have a number of mature drug smuggling routes, but if you say they have had long-term business with the University of Tokyo, I'm afraid there would be no such troubles as today.

"VVX poison?" Hearing this abbreviation, the pretty boy suddenly couldn't speak clearly. "That kind of dangerous chemical weapon? Are you kidding?"

"Shh, keep your voice down." Jack put his index finger to his lips and pointed at the crowd of reporters outside the cordon.

"This is all thanks to the drug manufacturing factory that Officer Jiang Zhentai found earlier. Our experts accidentally discovered the precursor material of VX poison inside. I have just confirmed it and I am here to inform you.

Since NIS is willing to take over, the official materials will be submitted later, and I should pack up and return to the United States. I wish you all the best."

After saying this, Jack no longer paid any attention to the dumbfounded pretty boy, and called Ma Xidao and Jiang Zhentai to leave the scene together.

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"Asiba, although I had expected it to be like this, the look on the face of that bastard from the National Intelligence Service is really unpleasant."

Jiang Zhentai, who was walking at the end, looked around and felt that there seemed to be someone missing. After Lin Zheling took Zhang Mingjun away in front of the Korean police, the beautiful foreign girl who had been following Jack suddenly disappeared.

A Lexus GX stopped in front of the three of them. Anna leaned out of the window and pouted at Jack, "I'm hungry. I want to eat beef hot pot."

Although it is a Japanese car, Ma Xidao is very satisfied with the tall body of the Lexus GX, and he does not feel cramped when sitting in the back seat.

However, when he picked up a travel bag thrown on the back seat, the strange feeling made him slightly stunned.

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Zhentai, who was following behind, urged.

"Hmm." Ma Xidao said nothing. After getting in the car, he put the black travel bag at his feet.

Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, noticed this scene, closed the car door and asked casually, "Anna, did you bring any extra equipment?"

He still didn't understand how Anna took out a stun bomb from that palm-sized handbag, even though he had seen her take out a makeup mirror and lipstick from it before.

"There are five million dollars in it. I just picked it up." Anna replied casually.