Airplanes!

With a muffled sound, Jack, who was holding a landline in his office to talk to Mark, stared blankly at his office living room area, and a faint blue fire suddenly popped out.

The dark blue flame became more and more vibrant, and with just one breath, it directly transitioned from one point to a ring.

“…… Boom! ”

Jack swallowed and stared at the strange blue portal with his mouth wide open......

Alarm?

Stop it.

Jack listened to the blind voice coming from the microphone and suddenly understood something.

This must have been concocted by Mark.

The next second.

With a glass of bourbon in hand, Mark descended directly from the dark blue portal to Jack's office.

The portal shrank into a drop of flame, and it jumped mischievously to the ground and disappeared.

Mark's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

At the moment when he had just taken advantage of the portal, Mark suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

He can't just mess around with portals on Earth.

Even......

As long as it is an area controlled by the underworld, he can use the portal to reach it.

It feels subtle.

The moment Jack saw Mark coming out of the portal, he closed his mouth as he expected, and then walked over from the office area with the summons he had just sent from his secretary.

“…… Boss, this TNT&G is not ......"

"Yes."

"How could that be?"

"How do I know?"

Mark said angrily, glanced at the information on the summons, and then sat down on the sofa before continuing to ask, "What the hell is going on?" How did the New York office become the first defendant? ”

Hades is above.

What a place is this.

Federal Building.

FBI。

It's not the NYPD or some kind of fire police who like to play tricks.

Not to mention.

How many lawyers would dare to take over a civilian lawsuit against the FBI?

Large law firms will take it.

But can a civilian afford the cost of a law firm?

Then the question arises.

As one of the top three TNT&G law firms in New York, is this the wrong medicine?

Or!

Did Ron Turk, the head of TNT&G Law Firm, take the wrong medicine?

Jack stroked his azure tie and sat sideways on Mark's right side and said, "Boss, didn't you get in touch with that guy Ron?" ”

Mark said angrily: "Don't you know the principle of circumvention? I can fight, but do you think this guy will take it? What the hell is going on, didn't it say on the phone that it was just a cake shop? How is it related to abuse of power and fishing law enforcement? ”

Jack opened his mouth when he was about to speak.

Mark waved his hand directly and said, "Forget it, I guess you don't know, where did our prosecutor go?" Dealing with the courts is his forte. ”

"Chuck has gone to Brooklyn to ask the court to get it down," Jack said. ”

"How's the public opinion outside?"

“…… What public opinion? ”

Mark raised an eyebrow, "Ron's favorite thing to do with a law enforcement agency like ours is to use the media to form a public opinion that is biased toward his agent when the jurors are not yet in place, is there no movement this time?" ”

Jack nodded and said, "There's no news from the press office about this for the time being." ”

Mark was stunned.

There was a pause.

Mark took the summons from Jack and looked at it carefully.

Not much.

Mark looked up and said, "What is it that says we are fishing for law enforcement?" ”

Jack rubbed his eyebrows and said, "This is a case from the counterintelligence office, and I have already asked the office team leader to come over." ”

Mark wondered, "I thought the shop you just mentioned was just a cake shop, how could a cake shop in Brooklyn be involved with ghosts and spies?" Why does a spy go to Brooklyn without going to Wall Street or Manhattan? See the scenery? ”

Jack laughed dryly twice and didn't answer.

Not much.

The head of the counterintelligence office rushed over.

Hanseatic Dick, a native African, grabbed the tail of a thirty-year-old and had a bearded head.

"Director."

"Deputy Director."

Mark flipped through the information that his blonde secretary had just sent him, and without raising his head, he pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, tell me what the hell is going on." ”

Hanseam Dean sat down and pursed his thick lips to look at Mark and said, "Director, this is how this is ......"

Subsequently.

Hanseatic gave Marc the story in the briefest possible terms.

That's what happened.

The venue for the November election was in New York, so the work of the New York office has shifted from crime crackdowns to terror and espionage......

It just so happens that the work of the counterintelligence office has always been reported to the deputy director.

Last month, the Office of Counterintelligence was short of staff, and after the signature of Deputy Commissioner Jack, it began to recruit a group of new people from the Federal Academy of Quantico.

Six rookies.

Everyone knows about rookies, and they are very meritorious.

The salient is headed by a native African in his early twenties.

This is what the native African did.

According to Hanseatic.

In fact, when they were bragging and farting in the office half a month ago, this young man rushed to his office and said that he had discovered a Zambian spy stronghold......

Hanseatic was about to go on to speak.

Mark closed the information in his hand, looked at Hansa expressionlessly, and interrupted: "Needless to say, I have already guessed the follow-up plot." ”

Hansa looked at Jack.

Jack gave Hansa a meaningful look directly, then looked at Mark and said, "Boss, young people can understand. ”

Mark looked at Jack and sneered.

I don't need to go into that at all.

Just look at the charges against them.

It must have been this young fledgling agent who pretended to be a refugee and then lured a cake shop to take him in.

And then ......

The cake shopkeeper agrees to allow the refugee to live in the cake shop's lounge after she closes.

After that......

The agent went so far as to turn the break room into a so-called spy studio......

This special meow......

This special meow is typical and can no longer be typical fishing law enforcement.

How does this work...... Full of commotion.

Mark directly flew the information in his hand to Hansea's arms, which was sitting perfectly, and said, "Take a closer look, what is the name of the owner of this cake shop." ”

Hanseatic hurriedly grabbed the flying materials and flipped them open.

Name: Maria Custer (Turk)

Hansa looked up at Mark in some confusion.

Mark rubbed the bridge of his nose and said a little weakly: "This Maria Custer is also the barrister who accepted this case, the sister of Ron Turk who has an appearance fee of up to one million US dollars, even if you are fishing, can you find out the fish first, I can treat a tilapia as if I didn't see it, but you guys are fishing for sharks, and they will eat people......"

Hanseatic: "......"

Jack: "......"