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Chapter 1212 Marvin Boggs

"If we assume that you were killed because of a mission in the past, and the people on the list with you were also killed, can you recall which mission it might have been?"

Jack tries to help Frank remember the past.

However, the bald man just shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I have done dirty work for the CIA for more than 30 years. Any mission could be possible. Besides, I don't remember any other names on the list except Marvin Boggs."

"But according to the FBI database, the Marvin you mentioned died in a fire two years ago."

Frank remained nonchalant, "Yes, but Marvin has died many times."

Jack clicked on the man's profile in confusion and found that the photo looked familiar. It seemed that the Marvin they mentioned was the crazy old man in the original drama.

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Florida's shape on the map is a bit inelegant, with the peninsula extending south resembling a penis, and Pensacola located in an egg sack.

There is a long and narrow island chain of more than 70 kilometers here. The width of the narrowest part of the island chain is less than 200 meters. From the beach on the south end, you can easily see the other end in the north. Except for the road in the middle, the beaches on both sides are almost seamlessly connected, which feels quite magical.

It was already late at night when the plane arrived at Pensacola Airport. The two of them checked into a hotel and headed straight to the swamp area in the inner bay early the next morning.

Because it is surrounded by two almost overlapping island chains on the south side near the Gulf of Mexico, like a huge double breakwater, the water in Pensacola Bay is extremely calm and home to a large number of wild animals, among which birds and crocodiles are the most famous.

The two rented a speedboat, entered the Pensacola Bay, and headed north along the Escambia River, finally stopping in front of a very simple wooden pier.

There is an equally dilapidated tin house on stilts on the dock, which is barely intact.

Before Jack's speedboat reached the shore, Frank had easily jumped onto the pallet, took the rope, and skillfully tied a sailor's knot on the iron hook used for mooring.

"Well, it looks like this Marvin is going to enjoy his retirement life better than you are. I don't understand why you chose to live in freezing cold Ohio."

Jack joked after looking around the dock environment.

"I don't like crocodiles, except for their leather products." Frank, who had always looked relaxed on the way here, seemed a little nervous and carefully observed the movements around him.

Jack thought he was really afraid of crocodiles, but he continued, "Don't act rashly, and don't mention topics like mobile phones, satellites, and the Internet later."

"Ah?" Jack turned his head to listen to him, but before he could understand what he was saying, he heard a crackling sound behind him, and then a figure suddenly shot towards the two of them.

Jack twisted his waist, raised his leg and kicked behind him, while the pistol at his waist was in his hand.

"Marvin, no, Jack stop it!"

Frank's voice came late, and almost at the same time he shouted, the figure that ambushed the two men was kicked back by Jack at a faster speed than when he came. Then a crossbow arrow shot into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it!" Frank pulled down Jack's pistol and stepped forward to stand in front of him.

There was a rustling sound in the grass on the shore, and then a fifty-year-old man with a stubbled beard and a bird's nest on his head, wearing a ghillie suit, appeared in front of the two men, holding a crossbow with a scope in his hand.

"Are you here to kill me?" The old man, who was almost kicked to death by Jack, struggled to reload the crossbow and this time aimed directly at Frank's head.

"Of course not, why would I kill you?" Frank raised his hands and tried to explain to him.

"Because the last time we met, I tried to kill you." Marvin said confidently, "and you brought a federal agent with you this time."

"That was a long time ago, and Jack is one of us." Looking at the crossbow arrow in front of him that was trembling slightly and ready to be shot at any time, Frank's forehead veins bulged.

Marvin sneered disdainfully, "Some people hold grudges very well."

Frank suddenly reached out and grabbed the valuable pulley crossbow, keeping the dangling arrow away from his shiny head, and said with a wry smile, "But we have always been friends, haven't we?"

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, and the smiles on their faces seemed a little fake.

"Okay, let's make peace." Marvin let go of the pulley crossbow, but stared at Jack who had just kicked him away with a bad look.

The SIG Sauer P320-XTen deftly turned around his fingers and then was put back into the holster. Jack also glanced at the sloppy old man.

Frank, however, still stood there motionless, gnashing his teeth and saying, "So now can you please not hold the knife to my balls?"

"Haha!" Marvin sneered twice, then put away the dog-leg knife that he had held in his left hand at some point, his eyes still fixed on Jack behind him.

"Who is this kid?"

"Jack, FBI, he's not here to kill you." Frank breathed a sigh of relief, took out the crossbow arrows, and slapped the pulley crossbow on Marvin's chest.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, come inside and talk to me. Don't stay outdoors."

However, while saying this, Marvin turned and walked towards a clearing in the woods far away from the dock.

"So is that a bait?" Jack asked, pointing at the tin house on stilts behind him. He seemed to understand what Marvin did, a patient with severe paranoia.

Marvin walked to a rusty old car, looked back at Jack, opened the hood to reveal a tunnel underneath, and said, "Smart boy, I kind of like you."

Jack pretended not to hear it and looked down. He was surprised at the depth of the tunnel, which was at least ten meters underground.

The woodland is less than a hundred meters away from the river, and the humidity underground is quite heavy. Thick iron sheets are used on both sides of the tunnel to isolate the infiltration of groundwater, but the surface is still rusty.

There are many survivalists in the United States who like to dig underground shelters. Especially during the Cold War, it almost became a trend, and everyone wanted to dig a hole in the backyard. Later, it even gradually became a subculture.

Marvin's underground shelter looks quite old, perhaps a relic from that era. There are quite a few rooms inside, including a kitchen, bedroom and bathroom.

There were all kinds of weapons hanging on the wall, ranging from Thompson submachine guns that were about the same age as Frank to AK rifles, and even Soviet-made RPG-7 rocket launchers.

Thinking of the underground safe house that Chris spent millions of dollars to build on his farm, Jack had the urge to introduce him to Marvin, believing that the two of them definitely had a lot in common in this regard.