The FBI Director who traveled through

"Don't come here, or I'll shoot his head off!" The prisoner put a gun to the man's temple.

In this way, the few people who followed did not dare to chase after them. On the one hand, those agents were worried about the safety of the man who was held hostage, but on the other hand, they were also secretly dissatisfied with the man's obstruction. If the man hadn't appeared , the culprit may have been caught.

Edgar noticed that the prisoner's hand holding the pistol trembled slightly, but it did not prevent the prisoner from shooting, so Edgar did not dare to move.

The stop of the few people made the prisoner a little proud, but only slightly, not at all like the other prisoners. The gun in his hand was still pressed against the man's forehead, and the prisoner said: "I think you all have guns, right? Throw it to the ground, or I'll kill him right now!"

Several agents, including Edgar, who was specially equipped with a gun because of this mission, took out the gun from his body and threw it on the ground. For Edgar, whether he had a gun or not didn't matter at all. Now it depends on what the prisoner will do next. How to do it.

The prisoner dragged the man whose throat was held by him back a step, looked at the few people who had not moved, and said, "Get me a car right now, and there is [-] US dollars, and I will give you an hour. If it is late, I am afraid that I will As soon as the hand trembles, the man's life is gone."

Edgar was about to discuss with the prisoner, but the man who had been silent all this time suddenly asked, "Have you obtained my consent?"

The prisoner was taken aback for a moment, and soon laughed loudly: "You are just a prisoner of mine, what rights do you have? Stop talking nonsense, now your life is in my hands."

"Really?" The man showed an unpredictable smile, stretched out his free hand and clasped the prisoner's wrist holding the gun, and only heard a "crack", and the prisoner's wrist seemed to be snapped off. His gun also fell to the ground.

The man escaped from the prisoner's control, and both hands were free. He grabbed the prisoner's hand and removed one of the prisoner's arms.

"Ah..." The prisoner was able to hold back the pain after breaking off his wrist for the first time, but this time the prisoner who had his arm removed couldn't bear it anymore and uttered a cry of pain.

At this moment, the three agents picked up the guns on the ground and quickly ran to the prisoner and grabbed the prisoner, but at this time the prisoner's two arms had been removed, and he had no ability to resist at all.

"Hello," Edgar extended his hand, and after shaking each other, he continued, "Sir, I hope you can come back with us to make a record."

The man looked straight at Edgar without any expression. After about a minute, when Edgar thought the man would disagree, the man said, "Okay, but I only accept you to take notes for me."

Edgar didn't know why, but as a dedicated chief and he was curious about the man's identity, he agreed.

After Edgar and the others brought back the prisoner at the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, someone else took over the interrogation work, but the man had requested that Edgar be interrogated in person, so the Bureau of Investigation had to place the man in a separate interrogation room.

"Name?"

"Clyde Tolson, what about you?" Tolson asked back after answering Edgar's question, asking in a natural tone.

"Edgar Hoover, age?" Edgar took a pen and recorded on the paper.

Tolson had been paying attention to the changes in Edgar's expression, and when he saw that Edgar had no expression at all, he breathed a sigh of relief, then he settled down and continued to answer Edgar's question: "[-], yours?"

"[-], work?" Edgar answered Clyde's question very cooperatively. This kind of thing is not private at all, so it's no big deal if you answer it.

"No." Tolson didn't ask back. It's not that he doesn't know Edgar's identity. This kind of question is meaningless.

The following process is very formatted, and I probably asked why it appeared there, and there are some meaningless things that need to be included in the file.

Walking out of the interrogation room, Tolson followed Edgar all the time. It looked like two sculptures walking there, but they also looked very harmonious.

After handing over the files to the people in the office, Edgar was about to take Tolson out when he saw Stone walking towards him.

"Mr. Stone." Edgar called out unhurriedly, but when he was about to leave sideways, Stone called out.

"Hi, lad!"

Edgar thought he was calling him, but he knew that was not the case when he looked at Stone. Stone's gaze was looking at the person behind him.

"Mr. Stone." Tolson yelled expressionlessly, as if his face could no longer have any extra expressions, and compared with Edgar, he felt a little more impenetrable.

"Haha, young man, I also wanted to ask Edgar to recommend you. I didn't expect you to know each other." Stone patted Tolson on the shoulder, and his laughter pulled the fat on his face.

"Mr. Stone, I am here to take notes as a victim, and it has nothing to do with my own affairs." Tolson spoke very directly, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Really? That's not the same, anyway, it's fine if you don't know Edgar already," Stone replied indifferently, and then said to Edgar, "Both are young men, but Tolson is comparable. You are young, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Stone." Stone was telling the truth, and Edgar didn't need to refute anything. Anyway, he didn't think Tolson would pull him down from the position of director, neither in public nor in private. .

Stone didn't say much when he saw that Edgar was still in the same state. He knew that this subordinate had always been a character who would not flatter or please. Edgar, Tolson is here to apply for your assistant, as for the deputy director, if you agree with Tolson, maybe you will become good partners."

Stone's body is obese, and he can't stretch his hands. In order to allow Stone to pat the shoulders of both of them at the same time, Edgar moved closer to Tolson. He won't please, but he can't embarrass his boss, and he should be considerate. Naturally, it should be done once, this is Edgar's principle of handling things.

Knowing that Tolson came here to apply for his assistant, Edgar accepted it after being surprised for a while. Many things in reality are actually very coincidental, and it would not be strange for this kind of thing to happen.

"Yes, Mr. Stone." Edgar can't boast about what will happen, but it's okay to be a little bit sure, and the specifics depend on what Tolson will do in the future.

"I see, Mr. Stone." Tolson also said after Edgar answered, his voice was very flat, but there was a convincing feeling.

Stone nodded in satisfaction, a seemingly relieved smile appeared on his fat face, and he left after explaining a few words to Edgar and Tolson.

Edgar sent Tolson to the gate of the investigation department, and after walking slowly, he turned and left.

"Wait," Tolson called.

Edgar stopped and turned to look at Tolson. The matter had been settled this time, and he didn't think Tolson would have anything to say.

"We will meet again soon!" Tolson said confidently, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he left on foot.

It was only then that Edgar discovered that Tolson was actually quite handsome, but Edgar was used to the Chinese aesthetics, and he didn't pay special attention to Edgar's appearance, except that when Tolson laughed It is only after feeling that the person who has no expression has other expressions that he discovered such a problem.

As for Tolson's so-called meeting, Edgar naturally thought he was talking about Tolson's next job as his assistant, and he would definitely meet at that time, but Edgar didn't think they would meet so soon , and because of this, I also remembered a past event.

Today is Friday, and Edgar didn't work overtime, because he just went back at home, and Edgar didn't have that plan to go home this weekend. Anyway, it's very convenient now, just make a phone call, but the real reason is He intends to take a good rest.

I have been busy with work some time ago, and now I am not on track. Edgar plans to exercise a little bit, and he has not cooked Chinese food for a long time because of troubles. More often, it is a plate of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of soup. , when time is too late, you may only eat western food outside.

Sometimes habits are formed. In Edgar’s previous life and after he moved out, his main meal is still rice. For Western food, it’s okay occasionally, but it’s weird if he eats it all the time. Moreover, there is too much fat in western food, which is not easy to discharge.

Edgar had his own car, and he didn't buy it with secret money, but with his wages on the surface, so it wasn't a famous brand, but after hammering and remodeling, this car It is also comparable to many famous cars, and may even be higher in quality.

Driving home, passing by the supermarket to buy something, going upstairs, opening the door, putting the bag on the table, all in one go.

He would buy vegetables for cooking by himself. Although it would be strange for a big man to buy vegetables, he would usually just sweep up a pile of packaged vegetables in the supermarket, so no one would notice him.

After dealing with these things a little bit, Edgar spent twice as much time as usual to cook dishes that were much more exquisite than usual, but the so-called exquisite dishes are just a little more beautiful. As for the dishes he usually cooks, At most, it is the style of home cooking, which is still very ordinary home cooking.

Looking at my work with satisfaction, the most gratifying thing is to be able to see the feeling of China, but at this moment, he has not been able to go to China as the director of the investigation bureau, and it may be possible to wait for a little stabilization in the future.

"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.

Edgar opened the door and asked in surprise, "It's you?"

The author has something to say: Well, continue to update, it’s okay to be slow, but you can’t cheat; it’s okay to have few collections, but you can’t cheat; , but you can’t cheat; it’s always cold—yes—you can, but—you can’t cheat.Self encouragement is here.

Sincerely, salute!