A week later.

Washington.

The plane landed steadily at Washington International Airport, and Mark, wearing sunglasses, was the first to step out of the federal plane.

Kate, who was following behind, looked at the huge New York federal plane behind her and asked curiously, "Are you an abuse of power?" ”

Mark said, "Is that it? I came here to report to the Ministry of Justice, and it was purely on official business. ”

Kate smiled helplessly.

Mark stared at Kate's eyes that flickered like little stars, and his heart sank.

Out of the airport, Mark took Kate directly into the official car sent by the FBI branch in Washington.

After sorting out his tie, Mark said directly to the agent driving the car, "Go to the Navy compound first." ”

The agent driving the car nodded very calmly.

Half an hour later.

The car was parked at the entrance of the Navy compound.

Mark looked at Kate, who got out of the car, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" ”

Kate waved her hand and said, "Let's go." ”

Mark didn't insist anymore and closed the door with his fingers on the back of the driver's seat.

The black federal official car started to get off to a steady start.

Ministry of Justice building.

Mark drove straight to the attorney general's office and pushed the door in.

The next second.

Mark shifted his gaze to the other side.

Minister Albert's assistant was standing behind the minister, pinning something with a paper clip.

Not much.

Mark smiled and nodded as he walked past the sweet assistant minister.

The assistant minister smiled and closed the door.

Minister Albert glanced at Mark and put on the glasses on the table and said, "I left a little early, and I forgot that the button was broken." ”

Mark smiled and sat straight into the chair in front of his desk.

After a while.

Mark frowned and asked, "Madam, why did you transfer Cooper to Washington?" ”

Yes.

On his first day back at the Federal Building yesterday, Cooper slapped a warrant signed by the Justice Department on his desk.

Cooper Promotion......

Wrong.

It's better to say that it is a promotion than a transfer.

From the dignified deputy director of the FBI in New York, he became the assistant director of the anti-terrorism department at the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C.

Although it is Washington and this side is the headquarters.

But there is no comparison with New York at all.

The most important point.

Cooper's departure Mark can fully foresee countless copywriters nailing themselves to the office.

This was not what Mark was expecting.

So here he comes.

Minister Albert just said lightly: "Director Louis, I need to remind you that the FBI in New York is also under the management of the Department of Justice, not your private territory. ”

Mark shrugged.

Seeing this, Albert then threw a document on the table in front of Mark and said, "Last month, the assistant director of counterterrorism in Washington was killed by two call girls while he was in Egypt. ”

Mark glanced at the photo in the file and looked up and said, "Ma'am, are you sure you're not joking?" ”

An Assistant Director of Counterterrorism Assassinated by a Call Girl?

This is the reality.

It's not an American drama.

Not to mention whether the dignified assistant director of counter-terrorism will be called a call girl.

Let's just say that this photo is a picture of the hotel.

Maggi.

Anyone with a little money would not go to such a hotel on the verge of collapse, let alone do something shameful......

"Do you think I'm joking?"

“…… Not like. ”

Albert retracted his gaze and said lightly: "This assistant director of counter-terrorism is preparing to go over to receive information. ”

“…… What intelligence? ”

"It's an election year, Mark."

"So?"

"Al Qaeda plans to launch a large-scale terrorist attack on our homeland this summer and fall, and claims that if the president is re-elected, it will destroy us at all costs."

“…… It's a good thing to be ruthless, but being too ruthless is obviously a problem with your brain. ”

"This is an election year, and security in Washington is a top priority, and Harold Cooper has a lot of experience in counterterrorism, and he was brought in with his own opinion in mind."

“…… Wait a minute! Mark frowned, "What did you just say?" He himself accepted it? ”

Minister Albert smiled.

Leaning back in the boss's chair, he looked at Mark thoughtfully and said, "You don't know? In fact, this is the third time Harold Cooper has asked for a transfer. ”

Half an hour later.

Mark walked out of the Justice Building with some wistfulness.

Looking at the blue sky, there is a feeling that I am dedicated to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

Mark was suddenly angry.

What sub-bureau has the power of deputy director of the New York sub-bureau?

I couldn't find a single branch in the fifty states of the country.

Mark suddenly thought of a sentence.

I chose to let go and let you fly, and you ...... He flew away and didn't plan to turn back.

It's so uncomfortable.

Thinking of Cooper's appearance yesterday, Mark couldn't wait to fly back and tear Cooper's black face apart.

Really.

Black skin or anything is not trustworthy at all.

Just as Mark was about to get drunk, a black car pulled up in front of him.

The rear window rolls down.

An old family member who hadn't seen him for a long time looked at Mark and said with a smile: "Luis, are you interested in having lunch together?" ”

Mark was stunned for a moment, then opened the car door and said, "Why not, you came here in person." ”

Not much.

Street Junction three blocks from the Capitol Building.

Mark looked up at the building that didn't even have a signboard, glanced at Frances, who looked like a smiling tiger next to him, and said, "How long has this place not been here?" ”

"Four years?"

“…… Almost, I went to Dongguo in '99 to take up my post, and you invited me here to eat when I left. ”

Mark and Francis went into the alley and sat down, shaking the little wind chimes in the window.

Francis likes to eat grilled ribs, which are often eaten by black Southerners.

No more than 10 people will know about this even in the entire Washington political arena.

Mark is one of those who knows.

Francis belongs to the true American Dream representative.

Having grown from scratch since he was a child, this cheap grilled rib that black Southerners often eat is a childhood memory for him, and it is also a sweet memory of the cruel life......

Not much.

Grilled ribs are served.

Mark glanced down at the greasy, meaty-smelling roasted ribs on the table, and fell silent.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Frances's life as a child was cruel, but that doesn't mean that Mark was also cruel when he was a child.

In fact.

Mark still misses life as a child.

Hassle-free.

Secure.

If Mark's life could be made public.

Then there is nothing to do with Francis in the American dream.

Mark dares to guarantee that 99 percent of the native males ......

Wrong.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's men see themselves as the embodiment of the American Dream walking on the ground......