Beauty Spreads All over the World

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The controlled 23 people plus a three o'clock girl instantly lost their motivation to support and fell backwards, splashing waves of dust.

The only one struggling to support is Cyclops Scott.

At this moment, Scott's whole body was drenched with sweat, as if he had just climbed out of the river.

next second!

"Clap clap clap!"

Applause from countless patrolmen and Lindsay came from all directions.

In an instant, Mick was drowned in thunderous applause.

Mick looked quietly at the direction where the purple man disappeared, with his hands behind his back.

His face was calm. . . . . .

Chapter 110: Interview, follow-up

"what happened?"

"Really not chasing?"

At this moment, Boyte also seemed to be overwhelmed by Mick's arrogance. He thought for a while and asked Mick, "Even if he fled Chicago, he would definitely continue to commit crimes in other cities."

Mick said indifferently: "Man, Meng... do what you say, give him half an hour, half an hour, and chase him a second earlier, I will lose."

When he said it, Mick felt that this was his only shining point. As for the others, Mick always felt that his bottom line had reached a precarious point.

Glancing at the protoss who was tracking the purple man with his mobile phone, he was thinking about some messy things, and walked up to Scott, who barely supported himself to prevent himself from falling.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Mick looked at the sweaty Scott and said calmly, "It's all right, I'm sure the purple man didn't leave any dark hands on you."

Although Scott has an inexplicable hostility towards Mick, every time he sees Mick, he always feels a set of green lights hovering over his head, which is really magical.

But it is obviously not the time to be awkward right now, Scott shook his head with a pale face and said, "I can feel that I am completely out of his control."

Mick nodded and said, "That's good!"

After speaking, Mick turned around and invited Boyt to walk towards the group of reporters who got the news from nowhere and were blocked outside the isolation zone.

Just when he turned around, Scott quickly said, "Wait!"

Mick and Boyett turned at the same time, looking at Scott.

quite a while.

Scott looked at Mick and asked suspiciously: "If the purple man really didn't compromise at the time, would you really rather let the purple man kill us?"

Boyte next to him was also interested in this question and looked at Mick.

There was a cool arc at the corner of Mick's mouth, he smiled and looked at Scott with raised eyebrows, and said, "Hehe, guess what!"

I guess your brother-in-law!

Scott was almost gasped by Mick's flip. At this moment, the disgust towards Mick was like waves, wave after wave.

Endless!

At this moment, the question no longer makes any sense.

Even Boyte knows this truth, and only Scott, like a middle school boy who just walked out of school and is full of hot water, doesn't know.

Whatever the circumstances were, whether Scott and the other hostages were on the brink, what matters is that they are now safe.

At most, the throat was broken.

And in this unusual duel between the Purple Man and Mick.

Mick won!

This is enough!

As soon as they walked to the side of the isolation zone, the reporters outside instantly rushed into the human wall formed by the patrols one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. And Boyett.

"Hehe, the media in Chicago are very enthusiastic."

Mick said to Boit with a smile on his face. The latter's expression was obviously not very good-looking. After all, what Boit is most annoying about is politicians and the media who often sabotage their plans.

For an instant.

Countless media reporters seemed to have made an appointment in advance and began to chatter like little squirrels and asked:

"Director Edinson, may I ask if this intelligence is a cooperation between the Bureau of Investigation and the Chicago Police Department? How do you evaluate the relationship between ordinary law enforcement agencies and the Bureau of Investigation..."

"Director Edinson, you released that criminal just now, have you considered the safety of others? What do you think about your actions..."

"Director Edinson, if the criminal insisted on leaving with the hostages just now, would you really prefer to sacrifice these hostages as you just said..."

"Director Edinson, from the perspective of you and the Chicago Police Department, is this operation a success, and do you have any follow-up plans to capture the criminal who just escaped..."

"Director Edinson, we are from the Chicago Daily, are you really willing to let the murderer run for half an hour as you promised before, or are you just talking..."

"Director Edinson,..."

The mood of the reporters was warm and high, and Mick was relieved.

As for Boyte, when he saw the group of reporters who saw Mick and ignored him directly, his face became even more ugly. He walked over and kicked the middle-school boy who was like a dead dog. Facing his team members, he said, "Take them all to the guest room and interrogate them well."

This should be his home field and his case. As a result, these reporters have ignored him since Mick. It's no wonder that Boyett is in a good mood.

Boit always felt that he could find the reporters annoying and not have a good tone to them at all, but the reporters couldn't, and he had to be treated with the respect he deserved.

This is clearly Boyett's own double standard!

"Go, get in the car!"

Orlinski, who was the old man of the group, grabbed the second-year-old boy who had just hanged himself and pushed him directly onto the back seat of the police car, ignoring the wailing of the second-year-old mutant boy.

As for the reporters, at the moment their eyes are all focused on Mick, who is well-mannered in suits and leather shoes, so there is no time to take care of them.

Soon!

The questioning voices of the reporters on the side of the isolation zone became louder and louder. Behind them, a group of suspects who had just surrendered themselves were also wailing. There was no way, their bosses' faces were completely blackened. Could it be that they were still being polite to these suspects?

nonexistent!

Facing the reporter, Mick smiled slightly, instantly feeling like a spring breeze.

After a while, under the signal of Mick's hands, the voices of the reporters gradually lowered, but there were still various flashing lights flashing on Mick's body.

Mick coughed lightly, stretched out three fingers and said in a deep voice, "I only want to say three things here today."

As soon as the words fell, a group of reporters moved in an instant with long guns and short cannons, trying to get closer to Mick.

The patrolmen who stopped the reporters were completely heartbroken, and one of the patrolmen was even more flushed. He just felt a devil's claw gently stroking his crotch, and even rubbed him up and down.

In an instant, the patrolman's face was as emerald green as poisoned again!

Mick said in a deep voice: "As for the relationship between the Chicago Police Department and the Investigation Bureau, I think everyone can see it from the actions here. Our Investigation Bureau has no intention of intervening in the local law enforcement agencies, and more is to seek a satisfactory solution for both parties. A kind of cooperation, in this operation, it is fully led by Team Leader Boyett..."

"Second, in the confrontation with the murderer just now, it is impossible to guarantee whether the murderer will actually release the hostages after leaving. In order to protect the safety of the hostages, Team Leader Boit and I agreed that it is necessary to put pressure on the murderer. To tell the murderer, we Law enforcement agencies will never negotiate conditions with any murderer."

"Third, as for allowing the murderer to leave, whether other people will be killed, hehe, here, I assure all media reporters that he will never go unpunished. No murderer can escape the law after killing someone."

Mick said, nodded to the reporters with a smile on his face and said: "As for more, please pay attention to the press conference prepared by our Bureau of Investigation and the Chicago Police Department tomorrow."

Done.

Escorted by the patrolmen, Mick squeezed into Boyett's black SUV.

"..."

Boyd's face in the driver's seat turned even darker. . . .

Chapter 110: Bond, bail

"...After checking with the Chicago Police Department and the British Intelligence Service, the true identity of the fugitive has been identified. Kevin Thomson, 35 years old, used to work for the British Intelligence Service. He defected a year ago and intentionally Faking his own death to confuse the British government..."

In the branch hall of the Investigation Bureau, Mick said solemnly to the countless spears and cannons facing him: "We have notified the case of this person to major law enforcement agencies across the country. Once discovered, we will execute him on the spot!"

After finishing speaking, he paused, and introduced to the reporter in the hall a handsome British man standing next to him: "The following is the James Bond agent from MI[-] to speak. .”

As he spoke, Mick smiled slightly at the man with the code name Zero Seven.

Get out of the speaking position!

As for why there are British agents here, just kidding, Mick still has the title of duke given by the British royal family on his head. Could it be that Mick wants to tell the reporters that we have found out that the murderer is a British agent, so he came here specially A military base in the United States is investigating intelligence...

Certainly not!

So, last night, Meek specially made a phone call with Ms. M who was still in London to unify the caliber so that everyone’s faces would not look good. No, Agent James flew from London to Chicago overnight .

Came here specially for this press conference.

When dealing with reporters, the British man known as a gentleman agent has never been cowardly. I saw James Bond on the stage wearing a suit made by a top tailor. He behaved elegantly and calmly dealt with all kinds of difficult questions from reporters. Tai Chi pushing hands is very enjoyable.

In general, in one sentence, our British government is also innocent. This criminal used to be a member of our government, but he had defected as early as a year ago. We have tracked him down, but he is very cunning Get away with cheating...

As for the reporters in the hall, they didn't care about the truth at all. When they saw Mick and James Bond on the stage, they didn't have time to pay attention to other things. The two men in suits with a mature look stopped there.

Unnaturally, I thought it was two middle-aged men setting the runway here.

The Flash had never heard from the press conference just started, and the center of the Flash was really Mick's James Bond.

As for Boit, who was also standing next to the two, he had already been completely ignored by the reporters.

Offstage!

"I always feel that things are not that simple."

Lindsay looked at Mick and James Bond who were interacting with each other from time to time on the stage, and whispered to Dawson who was sitting next to him: "Why is MI[-] here? We haven't found out the suspect yet. Who is it, the director of the Investigation Bureau will know, it must be suspicious."