The FBI has a special database.

Before the September incident, this database was called "No Traffic", and the number of people on it was only sixteen.

But after the events of September.

This list was instantly split into two and became a [No-Fly List] and a [Watchlist].

In '02, some members of the public expressed the need to publish the numbers and names of the two lists, and questioned the fact that the two lists violated the privacy of citizens and that the government was not transparent in its operation.

One journalist even publicly accused the FBI, the leading agency, of being religiously and racistically biased in drawing up the no-fly list and watchlist.

It was boiling for a while.

But it's okay.

Harold Cooper was still here at the time.

The nearly fanned flame was extinguished in an instant as Cooper stepped out of the platform.

What the?

The journalist?

I guess it's gone.

After all, this is New York, the Big Apple, where employment and unemployment coexist, and it is normal for people to come and go......

Mark has never been a very atmospheric person after all.

What he hates the most is that people use racial discrimination to make trouble.

Hollywood has compromised enough?

Do you want law enforcement to come along with political correctness?

Guilty of cheapness.

The typical good days have been long and I have forgotten to be a slave for decades......

The next day.

Early in the morning, Mark directly handed over the work to the new deputy director Jack, and then took Debbie all the way to JFK Airport.

Standing in the floor-to-ceiling window of the deputy director's office, Jack's eyes were melancholy and deep.

He felt.

He and his boss Mark have drifted apart......

I have to say that Jack's feeling is actually quite reliable.

Mark did mean it.

But not because of anything else.

If Debbie had become the new deputy commissioner, Mark would have done the same.

There is a saying that goes like this.

Because human beings can think for themselves, they can become the masters of this blue earth.

Mark has always been convinced.

Now Jack's status is so lower than Mark's, and it would be bad if he still called Jack like before.

After leaving the Federal Academy, Jack and Debbie follow him into battle, and Mark makes sure they get the credit for their work.

The respect of man is mutual.

Mark is still proud of this.

At least he never had the idea of who was a vassal of whom.

Never......

Inside the airport.

“…… What, what do you say? ”

"Watchlist? Are you crazy? We are technicians at Byron Mitch Biopharma, not terrorists. ”

"God, why are we on this list?"

“…… Where are you going to take us, I'm going to find a lawyer. ”

“…… Wait, I'm looking for a lawyer. ”

“…… I'm going to call my lawyer right now and ask him to come over, and I'm going to sue you, do you know what you're delaying us? ”

Dr. Jack Bairon, who had a small short head, looked at the airport police officers approaching their group with a confused face at this time.

Are they on the so-called no-fly list, which only terrorists can board?

And still a non-falling?

Neat?

Not only Dr. Jack Bairon, but even Jordan Michelle and others are confused.

In their research and observations, the blood orchid only has one week left to bloom.

The schedule was already very tight.

But now they are told that they can't go out of the country, at least through formal channels.

I'll even go to the FBI interrogation room for a cup of coffee later......

Not far away.

Debbie blinked at everything that happened at the security checkpoint, and inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy for Bailong and the others.

In the end, these people don't know why.

"Debbie." Mark, who walked to the front, turned to look at Debbie, who had a gloating expression on her face, and said directly and loudly.

Debbie came back to her senses and hurriedly said, "...... Here it is, Boss. ”

Compared with the people of Byron Mitch Pharmaceuticals who are not going out well.

Mark, who had already taken Debbie to the federal hangar, was also in trouble at the moment.

Inside the hangar.

Mark took a deep breath and looked at the inspector who was in charge of testing the performance of federal planes and asked, "...... What does it mean to not be able to fly? Explain. ”

The inspector looked at the checklist in his hand and said, "There is a break in the door connection, a crack in the windshield, then a faulty flight level, a failure of the warning light, and most importantly, you haven't paid off your fuel bill last year......"

A whole bunch of terms popped out of the inspector's mouth.

The corners of Mark's mouth twitched.

However, when he heard what the fuel fee was, Mark was immediately angry, and directly and unceremoniously scolded the inspector and said: "What the hell, fuel fee, I am a special plane of the FBI, and the parking fee and fuel fee are directly settled by the Ministry of Justice once a year." ”

The inspector waved the checklist in his hand, and said lightly without intimidation of Mark's momentum: "That's what the checklist says, in short, you won't be allowed to take off from the tower until a comprehensive inspection is carried out." ”

Mark: "......"

Debbie behind her seemed to think of something and whispered in Mark's ear: "Boss, the Ministry of Justice did not approve the money on the special plane you took to England last year. ”

Mark was stunned.

Half ringing.

After hanging up the phone with the Minister of Justice, Mark was angry.

Maggi.

What does it mean that the number of trips by the New York FBI is more than the authorized number of trips?

Besides.

If Mark had taken a business jet to England, it would have been so cold that the body of the Attorney General's niece would have been so cold.

It's good now.

The man was saved.

The Minister never said anything about the cost......

Hehe.

Politicians.

Half ringing.

Mark looked at the yellow-haired inspector who was staring at him.

The inspector chews gum in his mouth.

He is an employee of the New York Airport.

Not an employee of the FBI.

The next second.

Mark directly took out his credit card and threw it to the inspector and said, "How much is it, I will swipe the card and issue me a ticket." ”

Inspector: "......"

Subsequently!

After a series of messy processes.

Mark put away the invoice and walked back to the hangar.

The little yellow-haired inspector stepped down from the special plane at this moment, handed a copy of the inspection form to the captain of the special plane and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

Mark's mind was in a hurry.

After a long time, maybe not paying the fuel fee is the point, and everything else is nitpicking......

After the pre-takeoff check, the little yellow hair walked away humming a little song.

Half an hour later.

Mark sat in his seat with a gloomy face, tapping on the table in a somewhat irritated mood.

Haven't taken off yet?

Debbie got out of the cockpit and sat down across from Mark and said, "There's a plane that has activated an emergency plan to make a forced landing at Kendini Airport, and there are queues for incoming and outgoing flights, but it's going to be our turn soon." ”

Mark: "......"