"Bastard!" Mike, a senior agent at the FBI, cursed as he ran.

That is, he himself was quite prestigious during his time at the FBI, and he had a few friends who had a fateful relationship. Otherwise, he would have been put on trial in prison right now.

Until now, he still clearly remembers the phone call that his old friend called him: "Mike, don't talk, listen, not long ago, someone anonymously reported that you assisted in money laundering, and at the same time involved extortion and bribery, Johnny's guy led someone to check, and all the evidence reported was true." He's getting ready to get you with someone right now, so you're doing it yourself. ”

After that, my friend hung up the phone directly, and Mike was blinded at that time. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand why he, who had always been conscientious, would be involved in these charges. As a senior FBI agent, he naturally knew that if all these charges were proven to be true, he would face at least 20 years in prison. Are you kidding!

As a senior agent of the FBI, no, now that he has absconded in fear of crime, he should be a former senior agent of the FBI. He knows better than anyone the influence and power of the FBI, an intelligence agency in the United States, and if the other side really wants to catch him, he will be caught sooner or later, even if he goes to heaven and earth. So the only way for him to avoid prison is to find the person who framed him, and then get evidence to clarify himself.

As for who is framing him, Mike already has the object of suspicion in his mind. can spend so much effort, and the evidence is so perfect, in the end, the only one who has a grudge against him is the Nu Gang, one of the Manhattan gangs in charge of the investigation recently.

"Anthony. Sturt! Mike, who was fleeing for his life, had a flash of anger in his eyes, and at the same time thought of a way to do it.

In an open-air café, Anthony sent someone to charter the venue directly, and was making an appointment with a doctor who was an expert in the field of brain, hoping that he would join the private hospital he had just acquired: "Mr. Majors, I hope that you will carefully consider my proposal just now, as long as you are willing to come, I can pay you three times your current salary, and I can also hand over the hospital to you to manage." ”

In fact, I originally thought that such a trivial matter would not need to be done by Anthony himself. But it was about his mother's condition, although he had already received a special prescription from the Assassins League that could treat this condition. But to be on the safe side, Anthony decided to find an authoritative expert in this area to preside over the treatment of his mother.

Majors couldn't help but smile bitterly, if he could, in fact, he didn't even want to meet someone like Anthony, let alone let him work under Anthony. Just looking at the group of black-clothed men standing behind him exuding a cold and murderous aura, he was really bad or didn't dare to say anything if he refused.

Anthony naturally knew his concerns, so he didn't urge, just looked at him expressionlessly while sipping coffee.

Just when Majors was in a hurry, desperately wiping his sweat. Bullock suddenly received a phone call, then walked up to Anthony and whispered, "Boss, that FBI named Mike has escaped." ”

"Oh," Anthony nodded, not paying attention to it at all, the reason why he spent so much money to frame him like that little guy was mainly because the Angry Gang was too flamboyant during this time. Otherwise, with Anthony's temper, a guy like this who doesn't know how to trouble Anthony would have been poured directly into the concrete pillar by Anthony, and then sunk into the Hudson River.

Seeing that Anthony seemed a little unimpressed, Brock hesitated for a moment and spoke up again: "Boss, do you think he will come to us?" ”

Hearing this, Anthony glanced upwards and asked expressionlessly, "What?" Are you scared? ”

"Why," Bullock laughed dryly, and then walked back playfully.

At this moment, a man barged in with a gun and a bomb strapped, and it was actually the former FBI senior agent Mike who I just talked about.

Anthony raised his hand and motioned to the angry gang elites behind him not to shoot, and then looked at the former high-spirited FBI senior agent Mike with a playful look and said, "Isn't this our FBI senior agent Mr. Mike?" Why are you so embarrassed? Now you don't look like an FBI agent at all, but like a fugitive who has absconded in fear of crime. ”

"Bastard! Anthony. Ster, you less pretend here! Aren't you responsible for all of what I am doing now? Mike pointed a gun at Anthony and yelled.

Anthony smiled arrogantly, and then pretended to be serious: "I just heard you slandering me, do you need me to call a lawyer?" We're Agent Mike. ”

Mike was directly annoyed by Anthony's pretense, and directly held the switch in his hand, lit it up in front of Anthony, and then pointed a gun at Anthony and said: "Enough, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, I'll ask you one thing now Anthony. Ster, did you frame me?! ”

Anthony playfully glanced at the position where Mike had just secretly pressed something, and then, raised two fingers and beckoned back, a cut cigar was placed on Anthony's finger, just when the other party wanted to continue to help Anthony light the cigar, Anthony spoke: "I remember, didn't you buy a very interesting lighter in our market two days ago?" Let's use it. ”

The little brother in charge of lighting the fire was slightly stunned, and before he could react to anything, the shadow-like gin came out of the shadows, took out a high-tech lighter, lit it for Anthony, and then placed it in front of Anthony's table seemingly casually.

"By the way, what do you want to ask?" Taking a deep puff on his cigar, Anthony spat out a smoke ring.

"Did you frame me?" Mike roared.

"Yes," Anthony looked at the other party's somewhat pompous performance playfully, nodded and admitted directly.

"Sure enough, it's you!" A gleam of joy flashed in Mike's eyes, but he quickly disguised it: "Why are you doing this?!" Is it because I'm leading the surveillance of your Nu Gang, that you're deliberately retaliating? ”

"Deliberate revenge?" Anthony couldn't help but laugh: "We Agent Mike, have you been getting one thing wrong all along. You've never been entitled to be retaliated against by us, and the reason why we want to send you in is just that you're too annoying to be a fly. ”

Mike's face changed when he heard this: "You bastard! Actually framed the FBI's senior agent for this reason, aren't you afraid of legal sanctions? ”

"Legal?" Anthony laughed and mocked, then looked at him coldly and said, "Agent Mike, don't you think it's ridiculous that you, a fugitive who has absconded from crime, are standing here talking to me about the law?" ”

"I was framed by you!" Mike retorted angrily.

"Really?" Anthony shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows?" ”

"Anthony, you scum of society!" Mike looked as if he was so angry that he was smoking, and he trembled slightly when he pointed at Anthony's pistol: "Say! How the hell did you frame me! ”

Anthony looked at Mike playfully and was silent, until he was furious in his heart, and Anthony said, "Okay, I won't play with you, this game is too old-fashioned, and there is nothing new at all." ”

"What do you mean?" Agent Mike couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and then forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked.

"That bomb-like thing of yours doesn't seem to be gone, don't you want to take a look?" Anthony didn't answer the question.

What the? Mike couldn't help but be surprised, and when he looked down, the countdown on it really didn't move. Then he looked at Anthony in a panic and said, "What's going on?" ”

Anthony said with a playful smile: "I think you should be more concerned about another issue, whether the audio or video recording equipment on your body is still working." ”

"You?!" Mike was really shocked, he didn't understand how the other party found out!

Anthony gestured to a certain part of the other party's body: "Take a look." ”

Mike continued to point the gun at Anthony, took out the device with the other, operated it, and sure enough, it was completely broken!

At this time, he remembered the high-tech lighter on Anthony's desk, and then said in horror: "It turns out that you have already found out, so why did you talk to me so much?!" ”

"Because I want to see, what does it feel like for a person to suddenly fall from heaven to hell?"