Early the next morning, Jack was woken up by Rosie's phone call and took Jane, who was still yawning, to the Gulfstream plane and flew straight to Washington, D.C.

As the saying goes, the hands of people are short, the mouth of eating people is short, and the people of sleep. Well, although a little reluctant, Jane must follow, and he can't help it, after all, she is also a party, and the big guy above didn't speak, and he couldn't hold this girl.

Fortunately, Jane was still persuaded to do so, but said that she wanted to follow her, and everything was like in the Wind River Valley, ensuring that all actions were under command.

As long as the U.S. Air Force doesn't throw bombs at its own ground troops like it used to on the battlefield, even if there is a real small-scale war, he has a great deal of confidence in protecting himself and the people around him.

After deciding that he was going to the Mexican border to play for his life, he put all the gold coins he had saved during this time on the attributes, and his mental and physical constitution both exceeded 30 points, and Little Superman didn't dare to say that half of the movie version of Captain America was almost there.

Perhaps, in a way, Captain America is not necessarily better than him, and the once vague warning of danger is now much clearer, just like the perception of dangerous goods yesterday.

Although it is not as mysterious as the sixth sense of the Saint Seiya, before the brain comes to a clear conclusion, the subconscious mind has already received the perception of various organs and is frantically warning him.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it is a bit like a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time, has experienced life and death, and has a premonition of danger that is far more alert than ordinary people.

It's just that Jack's perception of danger is not only the prediction of danger, but also the perception of other people's micro-expressions, the observation of emotions, and even the pheromone changes produced by the body due to various emotions such as nervousness, excitement, and sadness, all to a nuanced level.

For example, although Jane entered the house last night with a stinky smell of alcohol, the strong female hormonal smell exuded by her body at the same time has a rather fatal attraction, even if the two of them took a shower before running errands and washed off the wine, but the smell was even better.

It's no wonder that a blind man is a little old, but he can smell and recognize women, and that movie is not a fool.

Of course, it's okay to think of the above crankiness as a reason for Jack to find that he didn't resist the temptation of beauty.

So Jane wants to take it with her, just like some people will break the jar after breaking through the lower limit, Jack is not so dark, but in his heart there seems to be a villain with a diagonal who is secretly poking and whispering BB, so that there can be a pressure relief valve after playing with his life, so he doesn't have to worry about suffocating the explosion.

A few hours later, the two followed Rossi into the Department of Homeland Security's Information Security Center in Nebraska Avenue Plaza, a building that is the headquarters of DHS in Kuantico, the FBI.

Several DHS agents greeted them, handed them identification cards, and led the three of them to different conference rooms and break rooms, with Rosie as the boss going to attend the meeting first, and Jack and Jane as the minions, just sitting in the lounge and waiting for the bosses to be summoned.

Jack didn't think that because of this, he would have some middle two thoughts such as thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor youth, or come to a self-moved sentence such as a big husband.

He knows his current position very well, not to mention that no matter how much he adds attributes, he should not be able to reach the level of the "der" in the black robe, even if he is not bad and can fly, what if he has a laser eye that can kill everything in seconds?

In Jack's previous life, he was disgusted enough by a certain argument, and there was a handicap two teenagers who compared "der" to Sun Dasheng, and he wanted to "I can't cover my eyes anymore this day, and I can't bury my heart in this place." ”

As everyone knows, there will really be a day when "the golden monkey rises up with a thousand sticks, and Yuyu clarifies the eternal age", this kind of mentally retarded middle two is one of the piles of dust that needs to be swept away.

People are not born with absolute freedom, and Jack thinks that his realm is not enough to be tired of being human.

Ordinary people follow the rules and strive to pursue a better life, and those who reform the rules change the rules so that the rules can fairly provide the possibility for as many ordinary people as possible to pursue a better life.

Jack is hanging, of course, he is not an ordinary person, but he also has no consciousness to be a revolutionist in this world.

But helplessly, this world of stitching monsters is not bad to him, and most of his friends around him are good people.

So when the good people around him are threatened, Jack feels that since he has the ability, he naturally has the obligation to clean up the garbage and make the small environment around him cleaner, that's all.

After all, in the previous life, even San Francisco, when foreign leaders gathered, knew that when the inefficient municipal government was whipped, and the high-pressure water gun was picked up to rinse the and urine on the street, didn't it?

However, Rosie couldn't help a salted fish lying down, so he paused in place, turned his head to the side of Jack, and motioned for him to follow.

The latter had no choice but to follow, and immediately turned to Jane with an apologetic smile.

Jane looked very happy, as if she was the one who followed the boss to the meeting, smiled sweetly, and followed a DHS agent into the side of the lounge.

To Jack's surprise, there were many bigwigs in attendance, and he didn't know any of them, but the person who really represented the FBI was not Rosie, but a middle-aged aunt in her forties and fifties, who seemed to be still charming, and hung the title of Assistant Director.

Jack sat next to Rossi, who was also in the audience, with only eyes and ears, watching the old bureaucrats with gray hair.

The middle-aged lady had a serious face, sitting in the main seat in charge of presiding over the meeting, and her fierce gaze swept over the group of people about her age on either side of the rectangular conference table, from DEA, DHS, and other security department heads, full of murderous energy.

Only Jack was keenly aware that when she looked in her direction, intentionally or unintentionally, there would be a subtle softness in her eyes.

Of course, someone would not be so amorous as to think that this high-ranking aunt is looking at him differently, he has only heard of Rosie's nickname in the FBI before, but he has never really seen it, but he didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it here today.

I have to say that these old American high-ranking officials are much more straightforward in this kind of private closed-door meeting, and Farke's voice is endless, but the efficiency does not seem to be high.

After some bickering, everyone shared the benefits and risks, and the bigwigs began to leave, leaving only DHS, an old guy who actually presided over the work, changed his seat and sat in the position of presiding over the meeting.

The behavior of the bigwigs when they left the stage made Jack really feel Rossi's transcendent status in the FBI as the founder of BAU, and every old guy would take the initiative to say hello to him before leaving the office, or say a few words of greeting, one by one, shouting very closely.

The female assistant director, who still had the charm, seemed to have deliberately stayed at the end, and when everyone was almost gone, she took the initiative to hug Rosie, made a close salute, and smiled with spring, as if she had returned to the time when the eighteenth girl was pregnant.

"Dave (David's nickname) ~~~Sweetheart ~~~"

The long-tailed sound was similar to the smoke she had just spoken to a group of old men, and Jack next to Rossi got goosebumps when she heard it.

"Evelyn, long time no see."

Rossi's title suddenly made the female assistant director show a sad expression, "Honey, what do you call me?" ”

"Ahem!" Rosie subconsciously glanced sideways at Jack, who was looking at the small book intently next to him, and regretted that he had brought this guy into the conference room in advance.

"Okay, little muffin, I didn't expect the above to send you this time, I haven't seen you for two years, and you're still so beautiful."

Jack choked his thighs so hard that he almost didn't tear his tears out.

After five minutes, so long that someone made three turns left and three times to the right, and almost unscrewed off the piece of skin and flesh on his thigh.

"OK, see you tonight."

"I'm going to look forward to this wonderful night, Dave~~~"

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"Huh~~~"

When Rosie watched the female assistant director leave and sit back in her seat, two men, one old and one young, breathed a long sigh of relief at the same time, but one was relieved and the other was in pain, and this was the first time that Jack had used therapy for himself because of self-harm.

"Little muffin, huh?"

"Shut up, never talk about it, or I'll leave you in Mexico and never want to come back for the rest of my life."

"Yes, sir!"

slightly improved Rosie's status in the FBI, which is convenient for follow-up plot design, and fans of the original drama are not strange.

(End of chapter)