The ambulance from the Community Emergency Center drove on the highway for nearly half an hour or so to the outskirts of Chesabeque Bay.

In the distance, there is a wide blue sea, cold air with a slight tide, and seabirds in the sky, a scene of blue sea and blue sky, while on land, it is a bleak and bleak scene only in late autumn, with bare branches and yellow fallen leaves.

Although Frank's shoulder was bleeding all the time due to the bullet shot, thanks to only one bullet hole, the amount of blood coming out was actually not large, but if it had been a little longer, he would have died of excessive blood loss.

Marvin drove into an ambulance into an estate on the outskirts of Chesabec Bay and stopped in front of a white villa.

They had originally come here to ask for help, but no one knew whether they could get help, because this so-called friend of theirs was also their former enemy.

Stopping the car, Marven picked up an automatic rifle and walked towards the villa, while Frank slowly stepped out of the ambulance car with Sarah's support, but he didn't mean to let Sarah or anyone accompany him, but walked towards the villa himself.

"What are they doing with such sad faces?"

Elena looked at Frank, who was walking alone towards the main entrance of the villa in the distance, and asked with some confusion.

"The master here is a tough character to deal with—"

Old blackhead Joe sighed helplessly.

Who the owner of the villa is, they know very well, it is a female hero of their time, who used to be a ruthless character who has confronted them head-on, although she is also retired, but whether there will be a fight when they meet, even Joe is a little uncertain.

This is also the main reason why Marven held a gun at the first moment of the game, bypassed the main building of the villa, and went to other ambush points to try to protect Frank's safety.

The door to the villa was not locked, but open, and Frank managed to open the door with just a slight twist of the doorknob, and he hesitated for a moment as he looked at the spotless, clean, and well-furnished porch that was cleaned behind the door.

He was also struggling to ask himself if he wanted to go in, and finally the pain in his shoulder urged him to go in.

Except here, they really couldn't find anyone who could help them in a short time, and if he didn't want to die of blood loss on the way, he could only go in and see if his old friend was willing to help.

At the end of the porch was a spiral staircase leading upstairs, and the two unclosed doors on either side led to the kitchen and dining room, but no one was seen in either room, so Frank made his way to the third closed door.

He slowly turned the doorknob, pushed the door and walked in.

This is the living room of the villa, in front of which is a set of soft sofas, and at the small table in the distance stands an elderly white woman in a long white dress, with gray hair in a shawl and more folds on her face.

Although he is old, his demeanor is still elegant, like a noble and gorgeous white lily that has been devastated by the years.

"Victoria, I need your help-"

"Frank, how could it be you, wait, you got shot?"

Victoria frowned at Frank's trademark bald head, and then she noticed Frank's blood-soaked firefighter uniform.

The expression on Victoria's face changed color instantly, and at the same time, she took out her hand from under the table, as well as the scorpion submachine gun in her hand

She had thought that the shameless federal government was ready to kill her, an old lady who knew a lot of things, and was ready for a fierce battle, but when she saw the blood stains on Frank's body and the non-hostile gaze, she immediately realized the situation.

"Come with me, I'll help you deal with it, and by the way, call Marven in, be careful of being frozen out of your age."

As Victoria slowly turned around, Frank noticed that just behind Victoria, there was a large pile of fallen leaves that had been inexplicably gathered together outside the window, and Marven's innocent face was shown under the fallen leaves.

Victoria's other hand was holding a revolver, which was aimed at Marvin's head.

On the porch, Victoria was a little surprised when Joe and Marvin appeared with three new faces that Victoria had never seen before.

"It's been a long time, Marven, Joe, and, why do you still have a little girl, and who are the other two?"

"Don't underestimate that little girl, she's a top hacker, and her guardian, Lin, is very good, she has a fight with us when we were younger, and the last adult woman is named Sarah, she's Frank's, uh....... Girlfriend. ”

"Sarah, Lin, and Elena, this is Victoria, she's the best in the industry, a real veteran artist in the hail of bullets."

Joe introduced Victoria to the three new faces, and also introduced Victoria to them.

"Old artist in a hail of bullets, what does that mean?"

Sarah didn't seem to understand Joe's adjective, and asked with a blank expression.

"That means, I'm very good at killing, dear."

Victoria smiled and replied slowly.

After getting to know each other, Victoria took Frank up to the quiet two-story building of the villa under the pretext of having surgery to remove the bullet, while Lin Cheng and the others sat down in the restaurant downstairs.

They spread a table full of mission information that Frank brought back from CIA headquarters.

Mission information is a thick folder containing hundreds of detailed descriptions of the 1981 San Benito massacre in Guatemala, more than half of which are reports written by soldiers who participated in the mission, and a handful of satellite images.

At the very least, there is intelligence about the mission itself.

The soldiers' reports were largely devoid of any reference, because they only told what they had done from their own point of view, and could not tell who had given the order and who had participated in the operation other than themselves.

And the smallest and most important mission information, which should have recorded all the details of the operation, was painted black with a marker pen for the sake of secrecy, and it was impossible to see what was written in it.

This situation is obviously deliberately made by someone, and about 90% of the content of the boxy A4 printing paper is painted black, like a zebra, if this is not intentional, it is absolutely impossible.

"Damn, looks like someone has touched this before us."

Joe's already dark face looked even more ugly at this time.

"I'm afraid that the only people who can use this material are real stakeholders, and they have very high authority in the CIA."

Lin Cheng slowly spoke, his hands around his chest, and he was not surprised by this situation.

Hearing the conclusion given by Lin Cheng, Marven nodded thoughtfully.

Sarah couldn't understand these things at all, so she could only stare at the smoky milk tea in front of her, and while she was in a daze, she gently stirred the milky white milk tea with a silver spoon, and Elena, she was concentrating on the colorful macaron biscuits in front of her.