Chapter 687: A Fingerprint (Guaranteed Third Update)

The choice to be the prosecutor was not a result of Lalith's sudden interest.

Public prosecutors don't need money.

Of course.

Public prosecutors don't rely on love to generate electricity.

Public prosecutors and prosecutors share an office, except that the prosecutor represents the client and the prosecutor represents the federal government.

And.

There's a reason why Lylith chose a prosecutor.

In her quest for independence, Lylith was helped by a prosecutor.

Although in the end, it still failed to succeed independently.

But the prosecutor made a deep impression on Lalith.

If you spend some money to get a good lawyer to consult......

It is estimated that it has long been independent.

The words are divided into two ends.

Around half past ten in the morning.

Mark landed directly with his horse boy to the location of the Hammer Building.

Trample!

Trample!

Trample!

With the assembly of more than 20 uniformed federal agents, it instantly attracted the people of New Yorkers on the side of the road.

Even.

This number is still expanding.

In the blink of an eye, the number of federal agents instantly reached a hundred.

Detectives are less than a hundred.

Full of 100 is a sea of people.

The federal agents wore three-letter uniforms and turned the street in front of Hammer Building into some kind of uniform party......

The people were stunned at first.

The moment he saw that the army of federal agents was advancing towards the Hammer Building, it boiled instantly.

Stark Industries news is still hot.

Did the news about Hammer Industries come from?

This month's melons are a lot free.

The entrance to the Hammer Building.

The guards belonging to Hammer Industries hurriedly called into their headsets the moment they saw the army of federal agents.

One of the soldiers who had retired from the Delta Force stepped forward directly to prepare the mantis arm as a car.

"This is the Han ......"

"Fuck off."

Finally, the federal agent who showed the opportunity at the top boss directly and unceremoniously pushed the guard away and said coldly: "The FBI handled the case." ”

Subsequently.

Federal agents opened the way in front of them.

Wearing sunglasses and a suit, Mark walked into the Hammer Building expressionlessly surrounded by horses.

The blonde girl at the front desk was also completely confused.

Appearance......

It's OK.

Mark took off his sunglasses and walked over, smiling at the blonde girl at the front desk and saying, "The FBI handled the case." ”

"Huh?" The blonde girl was completely lost when she saw Mark take off her sunglasses.

So handsome!

GOOD MAN!

So stylish!

Seeing this, Mark put on his sunglasses again and turned to look at the horses who were waiting for him to give orders, and the corners of his mouth arced slightly: "No floor or room is allowed to be let go, all computers and materials are moved back to the Federal Building for me, what I want is an effect, clear the field, understand?" ”

"Understood!"

The agents were full of breath in unison, and the sound directly shook Hammer Industries' bulletproof glass and almost burst......

Subsequently.

Federal agents began to disperse.

Or an elevator.

Or stairs.

At the same time as it.

Hammer Industries' team of lawyers also appeared in an instant.

A white-haired, human-faced lawyer in an expensive suit walked straight up to Mark.

But before the lawyer could speak, Mark took the lead in throwing out the arrest warrant and search warrant in his hand and slapped it on the lawyer's face.

Some of the white-haired lawyers with premature aging have green faces.

But he silently took down the arrest warrant and the search warrant and looked at it fixedly.

The next second.

The lawyer instantly shouted, "This is just nonsense, this is Hammer Industries, it is confidential." ”

Mark blew the sunglasses on his hand and then looked up and said lightly: "Intent to shield a federal wanted criminal who committed treason, the "Patriot Act" is in effect again, and I will search Stark Industries, just a Hammer Industries?" ”

Under the Patriot Act.

Don't say it's here.

Even if a white building is involved in this felony, the FBI has the right to take even a piece of toilet paper back from the white building and do a good job of researching whether it is real toilet paper or a so-called new type of bugging.

That's why.

The moment the Patriot Act was officially passed and authorized by Congress was introduced, it instantly attracted criticism from all walks of life......

After all, with the blessing of the Patriot Act.

The FBI has been restored to its former glory as the first General Directorate.

Top floor of Hammer Building.

When Mark walked into Justin Hammer's office, the hippie monkey was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

Justin turned around and didn't seem to be annoyed by Mark's arrival at all, but raised his glass with a smile and asked very kindly, "Would you like a drink?" Director Louis? ”

Mark smiled and said, "Yes." ”

Justin nodded, then walked over to open the whiskey and pour it into the empty glasses on the table.

Mark glanced at the table.

Counting Justin's hands, there are a total of three movable quilts outside.

Justin smiled and handed the whiskey to Mark and said, "Sorry, Director Louis is late." ”

Mark said lightly, "Oh? Why? ”

Justin sipped the whiskey in his glass and smiled, "What reason did Commissioner Louis use to apply for a search warrant?" Let me guess, harboring federal criminals? ”

Mark didn't speak.

Justin glanced at the two-hundred-square-meter meeting room and smiled: "Director Louis is afraid that he is disappointed, I don't have it here." ”

Mark didn't get angry at all and smiled, "It's okay, it's all about helping Mr. Hammer clean up." ”

Justin said with a flattered expression, "Wow, let the FBI agents help me clean up, I'm afraid I'll fire my cleaning staff here immediately tomorrow morning." ”

Mark said with an unchanged expression: "I'm afraid that Mr. Hammer may be unemployed early tomorrow morning." ”

The two clashed without blood.

Half ringing.

The agent's report gradually reached Mark's ears in stages.

Obadiah Stan was not found.

Mark was not surprised by the result.

Before he could go upstairs below, Mark already knew that Obadiah Stein's old bald head was not here......

Obadiah Stein was here before, to be exact.

But it was no longer there when Mark arrived.

Mark looked at Justin Hammer, who was smiling like two hundred and five, and asked straight to the point, "What deal did the old bald head make with you?" ”

Justin, who was wearing glasses and was clearly a beast but pretending to be a Sven, smiled and said, "Director Louis, if I say it, I'm afraid that my Hammer Industry will become someone else's." ”

Mark said lightly: "Don't think the same as you, I don't want to play this trick with an ant." ”

Justin Hammer's expression froze slightly.

Ant?

Is this talking about him?

Justin then restrained his smile and said with a hint of a successful plan: "Director Louis is not a wise decision to arbitrarily make a move against Hammer Industries that is enough to shock the market value of our company with information from unknown sources and personal grudges. ”

"Really?"

"Of course, my lawyer is already drafting a lawsuit against the FBI, and we'll see you in court."

"Oh? What is the reason? ”

Justin still smiled, "Does this need to be asked?" You're looking for Obadiah Stan, I don't have it here. ”

Mark smiled and took a sip of whiskey.

The next second.

Burst!

Mark spit it out.

What a thing.

It's hard to drink.

Mark put the quilt aside and walked towards the table in the living room and said lightly, "Justin, do you know where your biggest problem is?" ”

Justin watched Mark's actions with some bewilderment.

Mark took out his white glove and gently lifted another empty wine glass on the table into the air.

Hippie monkey Justin changed in an instant.

Mark still had a smile on his face.

Under the sun shining outside the window.

Mark held his wine glass in mid-air, and a fingerprint was clear on the transparent glass......