24th

"You know me? But, I don't remember that among my patients, there was an adult woman with the same nickname as me." The man in medical overalls asked with his hands in his pockets and his eyes through the glasses on the bridge of his nose. .

"Well, to be precise, I searched for your name from the Internet 7 or 8 hours ago." Gloria walked to a medical bed on the right side of the office and sat down, looking around and said.

"Really? Well, let me introduce myself, Joseph Rigby. I used to be a private plastic surgeon and now... work for Mr. Capralov."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Joe. Before no family, no job, now..."

When Gloria said this, she glanced at the door of the office.After confirming that there was no eavesdropper outside the door, he suddenly lowered his voice and said to another "Joe", "Now, I want you to help me."

Joseph felt a little strange about her behavior, and just said, "That's right. I think you, like other girls from Russia, would not want to receive intramuscular injections of aminoglycoside antibiotics."

"No, I want you to do a full-body X-ray or CT scan."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, I suspect someone implanted something in me."

"Oh, you mean the guys outside the door want to completely control you and your life..." Joseph said here, and immediately understood what she meant.

He hurriedly walked in front of the other party and asked in a low voice, "As far as I know, these Russian bastards are unlikely to think of using human body chips to control girls. Tell me, who are you?"

Gloria whispered indifferently, "You don't need to know who I am. If you don't want to help me, I will take some uncivilized coercive measures against you."

"Do you threaten me?"

"No, I know that three years ago you failed a plastic surgery and caused the accidental death of a woman. But instead of being arrested and imprisoned, you disappeared in Miami..."

"Yes, what do you want to say?"

"Now, you have found some powerful asylums. However, these asylums don't seem to be so gentlemanly to you."

Joseph shook his head helplessly, "The bastard Kapralov found me and told me that the girl who died on the operating table belonged to him. If I don't work for him, he will throw me into the hospital." In a Florida prison...."

Gloria nodded. "I see. If, I could set you free or get you a new job..."

"Freedom? Well, I do need it badly. But, you can really..."

"Take out the stuff in my body, and I will keep my promise."

After a little hesitation, Joseph pointed to a door on the right side of the office, "Let's go there."

Given that Gloria still has the rank and registration number of the US Marine Corps, Dr. Kevin Watkins, after considering the judicial cooperation investigation power between law enforcement agencies, submitted a request to NCIS (Navy Criminal Investigation Service) notified the case involving a Marine Corps flight officer.

Since NCIS is the only law enforcement and criminal investigation department of the U.S. Navy, personnel, ships, aircraft and expeditionary forces sailing in all oceans of the Navy and Marine Corps are within the scope of their investigation and law enforcement.

At the moment, three investigators from the NCIS Miami office have just completed a brief 3D hologram session with the NCIS Director at Headquarters.A woman in a plaid shirt and jeans with a short black ponytail is staring at the silent man on the left.

"Hey, Titus, what do you think of this case?" the woman asked.

"I don't know, I didn't expect it to be Gloria. Hey, boss, what do you think?" the man asked the middle-aged man beside him.

"Okay, guys. The director said that this case must be kept secret, and all the information about NEP1 must not be known to the outside world." The middle-aged man said.

Titus Brock had an ugly expression, and complained to the boss, "God, why did the CDC gang use this code name to call Gloria."

The casually dressed woman, federal agent Clement Nichols of the NCIS Miami office, smiled slightly.He elbowed Titus beside him, "Hey, I don't know what you were like in high school, but I can tell you liked NEP1."

"God, stop talking. Boss, is there any news about Gloria... er, NEP1?" Titus eagerly asked Rafael Ma, the director of the office called "Boss". Gnudsen.

Rafael nodded, "The drone of the Department of Homeland Security tracked her from Georgia to Miami. The Coast Guard's quick response boat found that she had landed on Miami Beach."

Then he said, "At present, we have to cooperate with the FBI, CIA, DHS, NSA (National Security Agency), BSI (National Security Agency) and other intelligence agencies and local police departments, and we must seize NEP1 in the United States."

"God, what happened to NEP1? Why are there so many intelligence agencies trying to catch her?" Clement asked curiously.

"Clement, stop talking. Get out of here and bring your GPS tracker," Raphael said.

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