When he left the "Easy Tiger" restaurant, Matt made a point of mentioning a dozen beers, and it was clear that he really liked Munich beer.

Jack took him back to his suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Dallas, where he took a cigar and sat down to swallow the smoke.

"You FBI have a lot of money." Matt teased after looking around the room that he knew how much it would cost to stay here for a night.

"I didn't spend the money in the bureau, I have some of my own industry." Jack shrugged, found a plate, and poured some pecans as an accompaniment to the two of them.

"Is it that OEM in Georgia?" Matt hid his expression behind the smoke, and the index finger of his right hand on his knee was beating slightly, seemingly pleasant, but the tight muscles in the waist and hips could not hide Jack's perception.

"Has your CIA always been so domineering? Investigating an ordinary FBI agent for no reason? ”

Jack did not suddenly rage as he expected, and even went up to grab him by the collar like some excited young man, but lit his cigar without shaking his hands.

"Uh" for years, Matt suddenly found himself seemingly like he hadn't had this experience in a long time, the feeling that the conversation was out of his control from the start.

"Are you really less than 25 years old?" As many people have done, the old CIA let out a long sigh, a feeling of being killed on the beach by the back waves.

Based on the number of years you have lived, this old boy has to call me brother, unless you really appear in Thanos form.

The corners of Jack's mouth curled up with an imperceptible arc, isn't it just pretending, he hasn't dealt with the real CIA in his previous life, and he doesn't know what virtues those CIAs have in American dramas?

Except for a very small number of protagonists who are portrayed alone, most of the CIA images shown in American dramas are not good birds, and in Jack's impression, those good people in CIA in American dramas basically end up with a broken family.

"I totally understand why Reese mentioned you in front of me twice in a row"

"I'm not interested in joining the CIA at all." Jack blocked what he was going to say next, even if the Cyris of this world had nothing to do with the country in his previous life, he couldn't be against it.

He is a pure patriot, but he loves not this federation, but the republic in his previous life.

Matt was just using words, someone himself had a few pounds and a few taels of his own heart, and he and Reeser only had two superficial contacts.

Even the first time, the two sides were still in a quasi-hostile state, although Reese did open his mouth to solicit at that time, but he could be called "interesting" in the other party's mind at most, and he was still far from "respecting".

Matcha himself may really want to recruit, but Jack has no interest, if it weren't for the situation, he would have liked to get as far away from these dead stars as possible, and his acceptance would be at most to the bald Frank, a retired R· E· D。

After all, "Red Flame Battlefield" can be regarded as a comedy, and I still have the relationship with Old Hunter, so I don't have to worry that the other party will pit me for no reason.

Matt was much more cheerful than Jack expected, seeing that his tone was unusually firm, and he didn't throw off a cheesy sentence, "Let's wait and see" and other scenes, he brushed his sleeves away, but sleekly turned the topic to the next action.

The CIA has never lacked good players, although Matt checked Jack's bottom, but also inquired through some unofficial channels, after all, Jack is now a senior agent, and he is in BAU, and the level of secrecy is still there.

At most, he can ask for some semi-public information, such as his industry, his good relationship with the IRS, the battle for fame in "Starbucks God of War", and someone's special penchant for hooking up with female agents inside the FBI (fog) and stepping on two boats at the same time (fog) is not enough, and he is not clear with that Jane Banner right under his nose.

So Matt is a little interested in Jack, but it's just a little interested, and being rejected head-on at the moment is not so stubborn.

After the Kroger supermarket bombing, Jack leisurely nested in the Four Seasons Hotel to write a few essays, and made a business plan, but Matt was not idle for a moment.

First, he flew to Yemen, and from the mouth of a Somali pirate leader who had been caught by seals, he dug up a smuggling route from the Middle East to the Gulf of Aden, to Mexico and finally into the United States.

Then he flew non-stop to Washington, D.C., and met with the Secretary of Defense.

Although BAU's investigation was temporarily halted because it did not conform to the above intentions, Rossi and their investigation mainly focused on the four bearded men who blew themselves up at the supermarket, and the one who blew himself up at the border and sent Walker to the hospital, but the evidence was conclusively brought in by the Reyes Gang.

As a result, the plan of some people in the CIA to re-support the Medellín group to dominate the rivers and lakes was transmitted to the ears of the secretary of defense through Matt's mouth.

The two sides hit it off, and the joint operations team received full authorization from the DOD and a large amount of funding, which led to the previous meeting with CWS.

"So, what's the plan?" After listening to Matt's story, Jack flicked the ashes of his cigarette, picked up the beer bottle on the table and touched it with him.

The biggest gain from sneaking into the Alarcón mansion with Alessandro was not the money, but the news that Ian Doyle was currently working for Carlos Reyes.

At the moment, even the higher-ups are preparing to clean up the Reyes Gang, and they are simply dozing off with a pillow, doesn't it mean that after this operation is over, he will be able to retire?

"Provoke infighting, between two rival gangs, the Reyes and the Matamoros."

Matt regained his scruffy appearance, cigar in his mouth, lazily slumping on the couch peeling nuts, oblivious to crumbs and ashes falling to the ground.

Anyway, it's not his own home, it's just that the hotel staff who cleaned the room is estimated to be scolding his mother behind his back, Jack just frowned, and then asked, "Be specific." ”

"Kidnap a prince and the king will naturally go to war."

Can't you be a little new, Jack said with a slight sneering tone, "Like you've been doing in the Middle East?" Are you sure you can? ”

I don't know if Matt listened to it as a compliment or didn't care at all, "It's always worked, hasn't it?" ”

Yes, it has always been effective, until in the future, the two feuds of the "Sha family" and the "Yi family" were regulated by an unknown force, and the intelligence department reconciled each other, which revealed the old bottom of your CIA.

(End of chapter)