In a special administrative region of the Eagle Country, on a certain avenue, the office of the General Bureau of the Eagle State Intelligence Bureau is located here, although there is a signboard of a certain security company hanging on the outside of it, but that is only a superficial disguise. The people who actually work inside are actually agents of the Eagle Nation.

Although the director of intelligence, Justin, did not agree to carry out the Eagle plan, but it was the instructions of the big man above, and he could not disobey it. Although some people joke that the big shots above are just rubber stamps for the chaebols, whatever the big men of the chaebols say, the above will do.

But that's just a joke after all. That's right, the big guys are indeed the spokesmen of the chaebols, but the big guys still hold absolute power after all. After all, this is legally unquestionable, and even the most powerful chaebol owners dare not openly single out and provoke his authority. They can only engage in all kinds of small actions in private, using people from various factions to set him up.

But now, he has reached an agreement with various chaebol people, and it is estimated that he will be very stable in the remaining years. Don't touch his moldy head as a little director.

Don't watch a few Hollywood movies and think that a small bureau chief can compete with a big man, that's impossible. Even if it was his idol, Hoover, who used to be known as covering the sky with one hand, was not constrained in the end, and he had to go to the highest position in order to gain greater power.

So......

"Whatever I do, they can do whatever they want in East Asia. I still have a year to serve, so I'll retire next year. Justin stood in his office on the 40th floor, looking out at the bustling city beneath his feet through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. He used to feel like he was in power, but now he just felt that his power was a joke.

"Let's have a sandwich for lunch. Justin didn't have any appetite, he just wanted to wait for good news from East Asia, so that at least he could have a comfortable dinner.

"At least let me eat better at night. There should be news back this afternoon. Justin muttered to himself, as if comforting himself: "With so many people sent out, there shouldn't be a problem, right?" ”

With these words, he called the secretary at the front desk: "Help me buy two beef sandwiches, the sandwich made by the family on the street from Wagyu beef." Yes, I know that one will cost 100 eagle dollars, and it will be reimbursed by the public account. Well. ”

It's normal for the intelligence chief to have a simple lunch like a sandwich and spend some public money, and there's nothing wrong with it, isn't it?

Justin sat in a leather chair and played with his thumbs, waiting for the secretary to buy his Wagyu sandwich back.

Five minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Justin glanced at Monica, his blonde and blue-eyed secretary, who was wearing a slim suit uniform and a hip-hugging skirt.

Maybe do some exercise before lunch? Exercise helps with digestion? That's right, that's what your doctor told you.

"Monica, put the sandwich away, you ...... over"

"Mr. Director, there are no sandwiches. But there's one thing. ”

"It's okay if you don't have a sandwich, you can eat it later, you can get under the table and ......"

"Didn't you hear a big deal when I said it??Pig brain?!Did you put your lower body on the brain??Or do you squirt brains every time?!" She rushed over and grabbed Justin by the tie as if she were pulling her own teddy, and Monica pulled Justin out of the director's office and threw him into the elevator.

"Hey, I'm the Director! You can't do that to me!" Justin felt like his neck was about to be ripped off by Monica.

Monica looked at him coldly, "Soon it won't be, come and see what you're doing, pighead!"

Ding~ The elevator went to the seventeenth floor. This floor is a lounge area for agents and staff, with a gym, cafeteria, spa, indoor garden, café, and more. It is a place to relax between work.

And the most empty place on the seventeenth floor (the cafeteria) is now full of people, hundreds of people around the center of the cafeteria, and many people have rushed over from all floors.

There were people standing on tables and chairs trying to see what was going on inside.

Justin was a little angry: "What are you doing?! The government doesn't pay you to watch and watch during working hours. You have your own work to do!"

Justin broke free of Monica's restraints and lined up the crowd. He gradually realized that something was wrong, because some of the agents in the crowd looked haggard, some of them looked red and looked like they were crying, and some of them gritted their teeth as if they had experienced some deep hatred.

The more you went inside, the more intense the agents became, and there were a lot of people who looked at them with something wrong.

Justin wasn't urging the agents to go to work now, and when he squeezed to the front row, he could finally see what the agents were watching.

More than 200 human heads are neatly placed on a countertop made up of eight long dining tables. Some of them were terrified, some were dead, some were at a loss, and some were dead.

They stood at the table, their eyes looking in all directions, and it was chilling.

What is even more horrific and cruel is that at the two ends of the long table, two people with their limbs cut off, their eyes gouged out, their tongues cut out, and almost like human sticks making sounds.

"Ah Ba Ba ~"

Just as the sand sculpture netizen was fed the wisdom reduction potion and could only make the sound of Abba Aba, these two sticks can only pronounce it like this. But their Aba Abba doesn't make people feel cute, they just feel terrible.

"What's going on?!Who did that?!Who are these people?!" Justin couldn't have known every agent, he didn't know who the heads and the two sticks were.

But the two people who survived, one Huang Zefeng and one Zhou Ting, both of them could hear Justin's voice, and they could only make a louder voice: "Abba Baba Baba!" seemed to be crying for help, but the voice contained anger, and it could also be roaring: Why aren't you dead yet?!

In the face of the director's questioning, one of the agents pointed to the middle of the long table, where a white sign read in blood with a large line of words "people-if-invade-me, hundred-repay." 】

Justin read the line five times, yes, he knew all the words on it, but what did it mean when they were connected?

"Can anyone tell me what's written on this?!" Justin couldn't read the English on the white sign.

One of the agents whispered, "If anyone offends me, he will be paid back a hundredfold." The people who wrote this line did not know English, they wrote it according to their own grammar. ”

"So who are these people?" Justin looked at these heads, as well as the two sticks: "Wait!Wait!You are Huang Zefeng?!" Justin looked at the sticks carefully, and after identifying him for a long time, he finally saw him, after all, it was lv5 and he was still a little impressed.

"That person is Zhou Ting?!" Justin's hot part was cold, and the brain was back in his brain instead of being ready to launch, and he began to figure out something.

"The heads here are all our people?!"

Justin looked at more than two hundred heads, and he sat down on the ground on the spot. It's over, it's all over, the Greater China region, no, it should be said that the backbone of East Asia is wiped out this time!

I will be tried in secret this time, no one will support me, no one. What awaits you is life imprisonment.

A sense of powerlessness struck Justin deeply.

He didn't know what was going on in East Asia, and he didn't know how these heads were sent from East Asia to the Eagle Country in an instant. None of this matters to him anymore. The only thing he hopes for now is that the prison can give him a solitary cell, and he is too old to have a good anorectal ability......

And the strong-blooded young Zhuang faction among the agents shouted a slogan: "We want them to pay with blood!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The roar shook the sky. Yes, the blood debt is repaid, and the two old fathers, Da Hei and Zhang Tong, are also waiting. Da Hei and Zhang Tong have one thing in common, that is, they both have good tempers. I never remember the overnight revenge, because I usually take revenge on the spot. If it weren't for the fact that the Special Investigation Bureau had come to the hospital early in the morning to examine Xiaodouzi, maybe it would have been possible to fix this matter sooner.