The FBI provides such a service for its employees, as long as they put their clothes in a bag labeled with their name, someone will take them and wash them.

Connery put the bag in a basket.

After he left, an agent walked into the locker room and took the basket.

Capello watched the scene coldly in his office, the phone rang, and he picked up the microphone: "It's me, um, did you find something?" ”

"No?"

"Impossible, keep looking!"

Capello dropped the phone.

When the implementation of the Amber Project at HQ began, a bug-catching campaign was carried out simultaneously within all intelligence systems.

Connery is one of the objects of suspicion.

Connelly knew from his mouth that the mutant had been identified and that it was seriously abnormal.

Connelly's casual probing in the front, and the excellent acting skills in the back, the wet pants are all scenes that have been seen a hundred times in the movie, and in Capello's eyes, this is clearly trying to get the situation out of his mouth and report it to his superiors.

Of course, it is not a good way to catch a spy whose identity is exposed, and the best thing is to control and use it.

The so-called situation may mean that the matter of this mutant is true, and the ability is so powerful that it sweeps dead people several kilometers away!

Maybe this sentence is worth his death.

But the pants, outer pants and panties that were changed out did not have a note attached to them, except for coffee and some bodily fluids.

Maybe you'll have to go into the lab and sweep it with all kinds of light, Capello squeezes his eyes hard, removing some of the astringency from sleepiness, and maybe someone else.

He was sure that Capello must have some information transmitting, but it wasn't the yes or no.

Unless, a potential enemy has already deduced both possibilities, then Connery can simply act accordingly as previously agreed.

For example, change a pair of pants, such as going into a place he wouldn't normally go.

Capello looked at the screen on the wall and clicked on another one, comparing Connery's outfit to an obvious change of pants.

He picked up the phone and pressed an internal number: "Call up the internal surveillance and check who is paying attention to him before and after he enters the locker room and comes out." ”

…...

On the streets of Midley, Lawyer O's, whose car glistened in the wind and rain, flashed his hands and waited for someone to knock on the door.

"Black mold!" A hand banged heavily on Obama's door.

Obama was about to take off his coat and look at his hand, reluctantly pressing a crack in the window.

"Little Darth?" He asked, looking at the gangster with dirty braids, earrings, shorts, stretch vests, and a few tattoos.

"Black mold, you are a lawyer, I recognize you, the boss called me, let me take you and don't let people rob you." The thug shouted.

"Oh," Obama exhaled, "let's go! ”

Pushing open the door, the two hurried into the doorway.

"Mr. Lawyer, how old are you?"

"Well, pretty much like your father!"

"My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather came to the United States in 1800, what year did you come?"

"Oh, then your ancestor was arrested early!" Obama said teasingly.

Ignoring the peculiar bastard, Mr. Lawyer pointed to a room, "Let's just ask here,......

….....

A room in the corner of the sixth floor.

Two men were in the house, they were not black, with some Slavic features on their faces.

"No bugging, clean." Maensky carefully put away the instrument and put it in the box, and looked at the broken house, which was not too broken, in fact, but the owner did not like to take care of it, and because the windows were broken, the floor was full of water.

There was another man standing by the window, Lev, who was looking through his binoculars at the dangling building.

He didn't stand in front of the broken window, but got out of the way, but the wind kept blowing on him, wetting a large area, but he didn't care.

The camera scanned through the wind and rain in the abandoned building, and heard that a large number of agents had just been evacuated in the morning, and the corners of Lev's mouth twitched slightly, not knowing what those people had found.

It's just an ordinary gangster stronghold, and Lev doesn't know which demolitionist is the work of a master demolitionist.

But if it's an earthquake, why doesn't it affect here, it's a strange thing.

As he looked, he whispered:

"I hate Americans, but I love the city, it's beautiful and dangerous, and now it's an earthquake and a storm. Marne, do you know what a perfect union is? ”

"What is it?"

"Look at this building, and we'll know."

A satisfied smile cracked into the corner of Lev's mouth: "I'm not targeting blacks, but bastards, damn it." ”

They were KGB agents in L.A., and they had to find out what was going on while others fled the city.

As long as the intelligence officers are serious and responsible, their nerves are more sensitive than spider silk!

So, it must be a big deal here!

…...

Amber 911 Web Conference.

"Guys, didn't you see what he said in the record? He said what he wanted us to talk about. ”

"Yes, it's on the record!" A passage was passed into the conference room.

It was the tone of indifference and ridicule that they had already deeply embedded in their minds:

"I was thinking about a very serious question when I was being resuscitated in the hospital..."

"I hope that in the future everyone will discuss this content more, this is what he said himself, if it is not a lie, can we not open up on this topic in the evening?"

"But that's not what we want, what do you think he's talking about? Why do people cherish life so much? To endure the loss of dignity and the long agony... Because they can't do anything about it... Do you hear anything? ”

"He supports euthanasia?"

"Pour... You can see it, but this? ”

Also, he seems to think that the bad guys should be tortured,...... I can already see how much of a storm he wants to do will cause. ”

"We must not do this for him, this is terrible, we will be sprayed to death by public opinion!"

"Guys, have you ever thought that if he wants to do this, and someone objects, I mean, it's not us, it's the journalists... What will he do? ”

"Pinch to death?" Someone said subconsciously.

"No, no, I'm afraid he's going to let us put those people to death! It's as if we speculate that he might let the Chinese side deal with those who are disrespectful to him. ”

"How could there be?"

"Not yet, but didn't you make a chilling plan before? Sandwiched with bad Chinese reviews... He if, you know! ”

"New instructions, get him back on the right path of low-key pretense." Lao Lei interjected again, and the identity of the administrator is easy to use.

Of course, this command came from his great both.