If it is said that between journalists and media, the speed of information transmission is the first ladder.

So!

The transmission of information between the major law enforcement agencies is in the second tier.

Among them, the FBI is the leader!

This is not!

At 9:15 a.m., Brownclaw had just finished slamming the bug-like bug who followed behind his ass and smelled the stench!

An hour later, the landline on Mick's desk rang!

"Say!"

Jack, who was sitting in his desk, glanced up at the office with the door closed, and said into the phone, "Boss, the minister's phone, line two!" ”

"Got it!" Mark said lightly, and then connected the call from Line 2!

"Mark Louis, Mr. Minister!"

“…… Mark, Deputy Secretary Leonard just came to my office to complain about you, and I heard that you have swept his face! ”

"Hehe, did you hear?" Mark smiled slightly, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, sat down on the sofa directly with the phone, took a sip of wine and said, "You know, that Brown didn't like me from the beginning. ”

"I know!" Justin Oren, who was on the other side of the phone, also smiled heartily and said, "So I tore up the application asking you to stop being investigated!" ”

“…… Thank you! ”

"Don't thank me, it only took you two days to solve this terrorist case this time, and when we talked on the phone yesterday, the governor said when he would meet you."

Mark was slightly stunned, and then said, "It's the one from Texas?" ”

"Otherwise, who else could it be, the governor is also the secretary general of our community, you wouldn't know." Justin Olen, who was standing at the window and was about to look at the Capitol, said with a smile on his face: "However, when you meet with the governor, I'm afraid you'll have to change your title." ”

Mark, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded and said, "I know, it's time to change my name to Mr. President." ”

"Hahaha...... Okay, I'm calling to tell you that don't worry, as long as I can solve the case, I won't let my right-hand man take the Internal Affairs Department away! ”

"Thank you!"

After talking to Oron on the phone, Mark unconsciously taps his right hand on the armrest of the couch.

How to say it!

From the moment he had just called, Mark could hear the voiceover.

But!

There is never a lunch in this world that falls for nothing.

If you get something in return, you have to give something.

This is one of the most basic social laws, especially in a superstate like the United States.

Do you really think that if you join a club, you can rise to prominence without paying any price by virtue of your relationship?

Naïve, so naïve!

It's noon!

Mark logged into the Society's secret website on his computer, and it is said that the management system of this website has a portion of Stark Industries' source code.

As for whether it's true or not, for a computer novice like Mark.

Fool him anyway!

Open the internal mail and look at an email from an alias Senior Inspector.

Mark opened it and took a look!

Smiled disdainfully!

Among the clubs that Mark is a member of, there is a very strict set of institutional administrators.

Presidents, Secretaries, Senior Inspectors, Touch Inspectors, Treasurers, Deacons, Officers and Gatekeepers!

And Mark, although he belongs to the sixth gear in the FBI, is at the level of the superintendent agent.

But in the Yale community, mixed up to now, it's only in the third gear, deacon!

As for the senior inspector who just sent the email, it was none other than Justin Olen, the current secretary of the U.S. Department of Justice!

As for the other people in the community who are higher than him, even Mark, they are all confused!

When it came time to accept the Society's resources, Mark only knew that the members were almost all over the world.

But there is no exception, all of them are the elite of the elite!

If it weren't for the fact that the history of the society can be traced back to the founding of the country, Mark would have doubted that this would not be a skinned Hydra branch!

Light a flue-cured cigarette brought back from Dongkoku!

Take a deep breath!

No way!

If you take other people's resources, you have to do things for others.

Otherwise!

How can society still function, if you don't ask for anything in return.

But!

Copyists are in the United States, and tens of thousands of probationary members who are not even gatekeepers are compared!

Mark was still a little proud.

is still the same sentence, I finally came to this world, on the basis of the ninth sister only ensuring the basic safety of the person.

Mark had to fight on his own.

He wants to live forever!

Anyway, he has enough black history, and there is no shortage of such one!

What's more, compare it to that anti-social and anti-human Hydra organization!

The university club that Mark joined was like a little white flower in the mud that came out of the mud and was not stained.

It's a big deal to learn from that Comrade Odin who has lived long enough!

When you become famous, you can use flowers and poetry to cover up your black history!

As for whether it will damage his reputation, Mark maintains a development attitude towards it.

Moreover, Mark is not the kind of person with the heart of the Virgin!

Egoist!

Mark prefers this review from industry insiders.

Compared to one of the unscrupulous double grams in the magic capital, Mark feels that he is much more merciful!

At the very least, Mark didn't use any means to oust his boss from the stage and sat on it himself!

For the colleague in the magic capital, Mark expressed deep disdain!

That Mr. Mi is no longer described as an egoist.

Mark seriously suspects that Mr. Mi has a serious antisocial mentality!

Half an hour later!

Mark walked out of the office, leaning over the edge fence and looking at Debbie, who was browsing a lily website on the Internet.

Smiled slightly and said, "Debbie! ”

Under Mark's gaze, Debbie quietly closed the dark web, tucked a strand of blonde hair hanging down to her earlobe, flashed a pair of blue eyes, and looked up at Mark.

"Did a female Pentagon employee go missing yesterday?"

Debbie was slightly stunned, opened the internal communication network of the law enforcement agency, checked it, and said with some curiosity: "Yes, but the missing woman is a naval captain, and the Naval Criminal Investigation Division has taken over, regardless of our business." ”

Mark was stunned and said, "Gibbs's squad took over." ”

Debbie nodded!

Jessor Gibbs, a monster cut off from today's pop culture, is especially reluctant to embrace electronics.

However, the most vivid memory for Mark is when he worked with NCIS to jointly handle the case.

In the basement of this Gibbs home, there is a handmade wooden boat under construction!

Seem.

Never thought about how to move a twenty-five-foot wooden boat out of a six-foot-wide door......

After thinking for a while, Mark looked at Jack, who was lying on the desk with a lazy face, and ordered, "Jack, get ready, go to the Navy Compound!" ”

Jack was slightly stunned and said, "Boss, isn't it, there is another case?" ”

Mark glanced directly at Jack and ignored ......