Colonel Norman Jengers smiled again and said to Tim, "Are we reconciled?" Superintendent of Police Bradford. ”

Tim watched Lucy and John handpen the Petty Gru to the hook before making an OK gesture in the direction of the crane and turning on the walkie-talkie again.

"It's all right, Angela."

The red dot on Colonel Norman Jengers' chest flickered, and he turned to his teammates and made a urging gesture.

"Alright, let's get over the job."

"What will happen to that money?" John asked in a loud voice.

"Funding covert operations for the next five years." Colonel Norman Jengers smiled sheepishly, not at all like a man who had been coerced less than a minute ago.

"The federal government spends billions of dollars a year on covert operations, and Bradford must know something, and he must have seen a lot of substitutes when he was in Khan."

Tim lowered his head, as if to bring back some not-so-good memories, and some reluctantly admitted, "Yes." ”

Jack on the side had already put away the gun, and helped the forklift driver who was taken hostage by him to cover the tarpaulin on the pile of counterfeit banknotes on the forklift.

The conversation continued, but John still didn't understand.

"But it's counterfeit money!"

Colonel Norman Jangers, whose dark face was now coated with a halo, spoke in a peculiar, aria-like voice.

"You can think of it this way, we don't print money, we print freedom."

Jack is about to vomit, but thinking about the cheap gasoline burned in his car, he wants to change it in his previous life, I'm afraid that the gas money will not be enough to go out to the restaurant, this is not good, the mentality still has to change, we are now lighthouse people, whether it is freedom or oil, it is all good things, the cheaper the better.

The LAPD was about to leave, the CIA and the CIA were still busy, and Jack was about to flash when John Reeser stopped his way.

"Have you ever considered going to the CIA?"

This blunt solicitation method is really quite Risser-style, Jack hehe, "I still prefer to catch the bad guys and solve the crime, and the life of Zero Zero Seven may not be suitable for me." ”

Although it is not clear whether this master's identity in this world is the Reeser in "POI", whether he will be betrayed by the CIA, but compared with the CIA and the FBI, it is obvious that the FBI is much safer, not to mention that the CIA has nothing to do with the profession of the police strictly speaking.

After a few quick steps, the LAPD colleagues were surrounding Zoe, only to hear her admonishing everyone: "I didn't show up tonight, and you haven't seen me, you know?" ”

Everyone nodded in unison, it was also Jack's idea to find Zoe out, when making plans before, Jack's idea was that the more people there were tonight, the better, and there should be an identity that was enough to calm the scene, but he must not tear his face until the last moment.

The bigger the scene, the more fearful these agents who are reckless abroad, kill one or two policemen, maybe they will pinch their noses to help them wipe their butts, but if they want to take out the main police force of the entire LA substation, they can still get out of the whole body, it is purely a lot of thoughts, although the patrol officers are of low rank, they are also employees of the state government.

Jack's arrangement is a ring after a ring, Tim and several people attract attention, and he makes a sneak attack to confirm the existence of counterfeit money, which is the key to everything, once the matter is out of control, the unwitting Long Beach Police Department arrives to find these counterfeit bills at the scene, and the so-called federal secret mission is directly over.

It's like a tightrope acrobatic show, Angela with a sniper rifle is a force insurance, like a safety rope hanging by the actor to avoid the situation getting out of control, and Zoe is equivalent to the stick in the actor's hand, which is the key to maintaining balance.

Although she only said one sentence when she appeared, she endorsed the whole incident today, and both the CIA and the CIA finally believed that these LAPD maniacs were really comparing them with an innocent and tragic homeless man.

When it was finally over, Zoe drove home by herself, pretending to ignore what was happening, and the others escorted the suspect back to the police station.

"You just happened to wander around the docks, and then the murderer of Joe Delacuz appeared right in front of you and turned himself in to you?"

Superintendent Gray, who had already changed into civilian clothes and was about to leave work, looked at everyone with a look on his face.

"Yes, sir." On the way back, the crowd who had already repeatedly confessed to them spoke in unison.

"Then tomorrow morning, if the chief superintendent calls me and scolds me"

"He won't."

Tim categorically interrupted what he was about to say.

The two men exchanged glances, and Superintendent Gray was a little speechless.

"Well, I don't want to know what happened tonight, I'm going home to sleep, and you'd better not make a mistake with your reports."

"Yes, sir." Everyone once again spoke in unison, giggling and scattering.

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Dividing line -——

In the crowded lobby of LA International Airport, Hannah, dressed in black professional clothes and looking like an elite woman, walked out of the aisle with her suitcase, took off her sunglasses and looked around, but she didn't see a familiar tall back, and couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.

Just as she was fumbling with her bag and about to take out her mobile phone to make a call, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm from behind, and just as Hannah was about to slap her leg backwards, a longing voice sounded in her ears.

"LAPD, YOU'VE GOT A CHICK ARRESTED."

"Ahh Hannah screamed, turned and threw herself into the arms of the man behind her.

"Don't you kiss one?" Before Jack could finish speaking, his mouth was gagged.

Time stands still in this moment.

"Hey, this is your new trick in Kuang Ti Science?" Jack wiped his almost bleeding lips and reached down to pull the suitcase at Hannah's feet.

The little sweet girl will only have a strong silly music, and it took a long time to come up with a sentence: "I miss you." ”

The simple love words are the most moving, looking at the little sweet girl who only has himself in his eyes, and there is no cold elite fan when he just got off the plane, Jack's chest is slightly sour, as if he has touched the softest part of his heart by this scene,

Involuntarily holding Hannah into his arms again, Jack whispered, "I miss you too, every day." ”

Feeling the touch on his chest no longer than usual, he frowned, let go of the chick, took a half step back, and carefully looked at her whole body again.

The legs are thinner, the waist is thinner, and the chest

"Is Quantiko's training so hard? You've lost at least 10 pounds. ”

"It's fifteen pounds, the food there is rotten, those bastard nutritionists only make that damn mush every day, I really want to eat the coo pork you made, sweet and sour short ribs, I dream about it."

Hannah hugged Jack's arm and flirted in her characteristic southern accent, which was weird but unexpectedly cute.

(End of chapter)