Fifteen minutes later.

Mark walked out of the airport with Secretary Gray, who had turned into his own secretary, under Jace Turner's cannibalistic gaze.

After getting on the bus from the FBI here in Georgia.

Mark took off the sunglasses on his face and said helplessly: "This hasn't happened yet, and it's not much to provoke an enemy out of thin air." ”

"Do you have fewer enemies?" Jean turned his head and said quietly.

Mark shook his head and nodded.

The words can be understood so though.

But that's certainly not the case.

Although Mark's enemies are many, most of them are impressed by his domineering and methods.

Besides.

After entering the age of thirty, Mark rarely took the initiative to slap his face.

After all, the age of youth and vigor has passed.

In addition, Mark's current identity level is also difficult to meet any brainless brainless villains.

Even if there is.

One by one, they are all human spirits.

Mark is not afraid of trouble.

He was afraid of bald heads.

In his memory, as long as he is bald, he seems to be a difficult character.

Bald female ancient one.

Bald Professor Charles.

And now?

Less than an hour after arriving in the capital of Georgia, Mark was pretty sure he was on the blacklist of the same bald-headed, sentry-in-charge agent Jace Turner.

Unbelief?

Boom!

Bang!

Jean, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, glanced at some kind of flying machine in the rearview mirror that fell directly to the ground and crushed it, and chuckled, "I thought you wouldn't have seen it." ”

Mark sighed.

There are only two options for this.

Or smash.

Or assume that you don't see it.

If Mark were an ordinary person, he might have chosen the second option.

But he's not.

There are 50 states in the country, and each state has a federal seat.

Mark is one of them.

In other words.

No matter where he is, only Mark has been spying on others, and no one has dared to spy on him so blatantly.

What's more?

A law enforcement agency that is illegal out of Georgia.

Spying on a federal office?

What is this behavior?

It's the other way around.

The next second.

Mark dialed directly into the office of the governor of Georgia who had succeeded in taking office for his high-profile repression of mutant rhetoric.

Three minutes later.

Mark hung up.

If nothing happens, that Jess Turner will receive another call from the governor's office.

Qin next to him listened to Mark's angry tone on the phone just now, and said with some confusion: "I just came to have a conflict with the governor here, are you sure you have thought it through?" ”

Mark smiled faintly, glanced at Jean, thought for a while, and then said, "Let me put it this way, do you know why the annual budget of the New York State FBI can directly cut twenty percent of the total budget?" ”

Jean shook her head.

Although she holds the role of Xavier Investment Group, she has a dedicated manager underneath.

Even if there is investment, it is politicians such as parliamentarians who invest the most.

In their minds, law enforcement is like a cold goddess.

As for Jean's concerns.

Mark wasn't worried at all.

Don't say anything else.

Just one thing.

Mark is a civil servant, a civil servant in the Confederation.

As for the governor?

Two examples.

Mark's current annual salary is about $250,000 after taxes.

The previous governor of New York was paid a dollar before taxes......

An hour later.

Mark walked into Grant Park with two pancakes in his hand, which he didn't know if they were authentic or not.

"Give."

"Thank you."

After handing the pancake to Jean, Mark also took the opportunity to sit cross-legged beside Jean and take a bite of the pancake before saying, "So, what did Professor Charles say, you can't let me help you snatch people from the sentry service here." ”

Mark didn't coax though.

It's just not in line with the character that Mark has always created for himself.

And.

The Sentinel Secret Service here is inextricably linked to Tesla Industries, which is now controlled by Lucy Rockefeller.

After Lucy took the helm of Teslak.

Less than half a month.

Lucy moved Teslaco's headquarters from New York to Atlanta, and established a good relationship with the Sentinel Secret Service, which was under the management of the governor's office.

Before that.

This Sentinel Secret Service, which was established under the authority of the state government, was very arrogant.

They are recruited directly by the state government, known as Sentinels, and have the right to hunt and imprison any mutant.

The most critical point.

After being authorized by the state legislature, they are not regulated in any way and can use firepower against mutants at will.

And now relocated Teslak?

If the previous situation of the Atlanta mutants was dire.

And now?

What if mutants had a dedicated hell?

Here it is.

Jean shook her head and frowned slightly and said, "The professor just said that there are people we need to find here in Atlanta, but the specific ......"

said.

Jean's gaze fell on Mark, who was nibbling on a pancake, and the meaning was self-evident.

Mark directly blackfaced.

Really.

None of these bald heads are truly positive.

And.

What was the bald professor thinking?

Professor Charles couldn't find the whereabouts of Lao Wan's illegitimate daughter, so why did he think Mark could find it?

Do you trust me?

As soon as this thought came out, Mark took the lead in slapping himself in the heart.

trust.

This old guy just wants to get himself clean after Lao Wan meets his illegitimate daughter.

His heart is sinister.

His people are shameless.

......

Mark said he could go on.

Half ringing.

Mark patted his buttocks and stood up directly, and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

“…… Where to? ”

"Go find an old classmate of mine."

“……”

Half an hour later.

A scenic neighborhood.

"Why don't I think there are many people living in this community?"

"If you had a district attorney who specializes in prosecuting mutants, you'd move."

Jean, who was sitting in the co-pilot and looking at the scenery outside the window, was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Mark directly.

Mark: "...... Why? ”

Jean shook her head and said, "I thought you were on our side. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of Mark's mouth.

This shows that his character management is perfect.

This sentence is not just talking.

Just as Mark followed the house number sent by Debbie and slowly compared them at a speed of three yards.

Didi!

Mark ignored the sound of the horn coming from behind him.

"Thirty-three...... Thirty-two...... Thirty...... One, that's it. ”

Mark said and stopped the car instantly.

The next second.

The body shook slightly.

The corners of Mark's mouth twitched.

The piano next to him also felt a little funny.

Boy.

Your means of touching porcelain are too inferior.

Touching a high-ranking federal official?

Are you preparing for the rhythm of the flight?

Thought to myself.

Mark gets out of the car.

A person also got out of the pickup truck behind him.

The eyes are facing each other.

The anger of the two immediately subsided.

The next second.

Jean and the woman who got out of the pickup truck watched.

Mark and the others laughed and opened their arms and hugged each other.

"Mark Louis, God, long time no see."

"Reed Straker, I feel like you're getting older."

“……”