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Anthony was actually expecting Councilor Chris's so-called beating.

After all, as he said, leaders and relevant media gathered in New York during the world summit, and any disturbance would be infinitely amplified. For a gang leader like Anthony who has serious criminal records in major intelligence agencies and can fill a filing cabinet with black information, Anthony would be surprised if they didn't have any arrangements.

I just don’t know who Councilman Chris will come to beat me and others this time.

"Anthony," at this moment, Councilor Chris interrupted Anthony's thinking. As he looked over with a pointing look, Anthony found an old acquaintance of his, the future Spider-Man's father-in-law, George Smith. Daisy was walking towards her with a clear purpose and an expressionless face.

"Hello, Congressman Chris," after all, it's someone inside the system. Although because of Anthony's relationship, George Stacey didn't have any good impression of Congressman Chris, who was colluding with Anthony, but some basic etiquette still had to be observed, so he couldn't help but take the lead and Councilor Chris greeted.

"Hello, Director Stacey," Councilor Chris, as a public figure, naturally has to set an example for a public figure. Although he did not like to see the deputy chief of the police station in front of him, he still responded with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, Congressman Chris, can I delay Mr. Anthony next to you for a few minutes?" After saying hello, George Stacy didn't want to talk any more nonsense and stated his purpose directly.

"I have no objection to this." Councilor Chris didn't expect that the other party would be so direct. He was slightly stunned and then handed the choice to Anthony: "I just don't know if Mr. Anthony would mind."

"Of course I don't mind," Anthony glanced at the expressionless deputy commissioner of the New York City Police Department in front of him, and then said with a smile: "After all, Director Stacey and I are also old friends."

When he heard the word old friend, Director George's expression suddenly changed, and his expression of disgust was clearly visible. However, perhaps because he saw that Councilor Chris had not left, he did not leave directly and just looked at Anthony with cold eyes.

When Congressman Chris left a self-satisfied look and finally left to chat with other participants, George Stacy finally couldn't help but said coldly to Anthony: "You should be very proud now, Antony Stan."

"What does Chief Stacey mean?" This was not because Anthony was pretending, but mainly because there were too many things going on during this period, so he really didn't know what the deputy commissioner of the New York City Police Department in front of him was referring to.

"Manhattan Street Attack" Director George said solemnly: "I dare to say that this thing was not done by you."

"I don't understand what Director Stacey said. Hasn't this matter been finalized? The terrorists in the Middle East have directly admitted it, and even the military units to attack them have been prepared. Could it be that Stacey Director, do you have any other opinions?" Anthony pointed out.

The outcome of the Manhattan incident was the product of compromise between all parties. The official spokesperson of the United States directly gave the verdict. Anthony did not believe that a small deputy director like him could make a difference.

"You're fine." Director Stacey glared. He quickly calmed down and took back the words he wanted to take back. Obviously, just like Anthony said, the product of the compromise between all parties was not something that he, the deputy director, could move. Moving.

"Director Stacey, are you greeting me? Thank you in advance. I will always be nice," Anthony said teasingly, taking a sip of red wine.

"You won't always be such a good Antonin Stan," Director George said solemnly: "Don't think that you are perfect in everything you do. With the military as your backer, you can always get away with it. We will keep an eye on you."

"Chief Stacey, your words are a bit slanderous and abusing public power. Do you need me to call a lawyer and ask him to send the lawyer's letter to your police station?" Anthony couldn't help but put away his smile at this time, his eyes exposed. Jingguang said.

"Humph" Obviously no one in this capitalist country likes to receive a lawyer's letter, including our tough Director Stacey, so after hearing Anthony say this, he glared at Anthony fiercely and turned around and left. This really disappointed Anthony, after all, he hadn't teased her enough.

"This is the so-called beating. If that's all, then I really don't have any expectations for the governance ability of this New York City government." Anthony drank the red wine in the glass and looked at the words he had just gathered again. Councilor Chris who came over said quietly.

"Probably not," Councilman Chris took over: "I understand that the new New York City Mayor Mike Blount is a very capable person, otherwise he would not have stood out from so many candidates. What just happened It should be Director Stacey's spontaneous behavior, you know he has disliked you and your angry gang for a long time."

"What about his attitude towards you, Councilor Chris?" Anthony teased.

Councilor Chris didn't say anything, but Anthony could tell from his expression that maybe the two of them couldn't pee in the same gourd.

Anthony was continuing to chat with Councilor Chris, while on the other side, in the senior staff dormitory of Stan Group, the black widow who had turned on the jammer was also reporting to his one-eyed director.

"So, you haven't achieved anything at all these days." In the video, the one-eyed director asked expressionlessly.

"Yes," although Black Widow herself didn't want to admit it, lying and showing off to her boss was a taboo for an agent, so she could only tell the truth: "Sorry, Director, I really haven't made any progress at all now. .”

"Have you tried any method?" The one-eyed director pointed out: "You must know that no man can resist you."

"This" Black Widow certainly knows what the one-eyed director is talking about, but it really doesn't mean that the national army is not working hard: "If you are referring to this aspect, director, I think it may be more effective to let Barton or Coulson do it." better."

"What?" The one-eyed director heard the words and couldn't help being slightly startled: "What do you mean?"

"That's right," Black Widow said helplessly: "Based on my contacts with him these days, this scientist named Dr Fashion should be a homosexual lover, so if you are referring to this aspect, Director, I'm afraid Even if you come in person, you are better than me."

Why did this sound so awkward? The one-eyed director was slightly startled, then quickly reacted and became angry.

Is my charm so bad? In the eyes of homosexual lovers, it is only a little better than women. Natasha, your bonus is gone this month.

"Director, what should I do now?" Black Widow still doesn't know that her bonus for this month has been lost because of the truth she just said unintentionally. Seeing the one-eyed director's expression changing constantly and falling into silence, he couldn't help but remind him that after all, if the jammer was turned on for too long, it would be easily noticed by others.

"You continue to approach him first, and I'll see if we can mobilize an elite here to help you. Isn't it a man? We have plenty of them," the one-eyed director said domineeringly.

At this time, he had already begun to consider whether to let Coulson go or let Barton get close to the other party. Therefore, Coulson and Barton, who were far away, couldn't help but tense up, always feeling like something bad was going to happen.

Turning off the communication device, the one-eyed director once again thought about the hidden meaning in Black Widow's words, and couldn't help but feel angry. In fact, I am also very charming, but few people appreciate me.

Seeing that there was no one else in the office, the one-eyed director turned off the surveillance camera and pressed a button under the table, and a mirror rose from the table.

Looking at the figure in the mirror, the one-eyed director couldn't help but murmured: "You are very..."

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