883 The means of the monopoly
"Two days ago."
In the conference room, the black suit pressed the remote control in his hand: "In a hostage rescue case, our agent came to a house. ”
"The house doesn't have any nominal connection to Diaz, but we know it's his."
On the glass wall, the projection cloth flickered.
The photos that make people feel creepy when they look at them are constantly playing on them.
"There was an exchange of gunfire between the agent and the suspect."
The black suit touched the band-aid on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "The wooden wall was broken, and we accidentally found these corpses." ”
In the photo, there is a corpse.
The bodies were wrapped in plastic bags and stuffed side by side into the walls.
The walls are torn open, and these people look like goods on the shelves, like blackened, rotten, maggot-stricken goods.
Here, people are inferior to garbage.
In this picture, Ethan was short of breath and had a very intuitive impression of his next opponent.
Since they were nominally here for Diaz, the people from the FBI branch in Phoenix first gave them a warm reception and then shared the information they had at hand.
These pictures in front of you are the latest masterpieces of the other party.
The case file at hand is thicker than a brick.
The people that BFIPU usually deals with are like children in front of the Mexican pro-independence syndicate.
"Fifteen corpses on both sides of the corridors of the house."
The black suit squeezed the remote control tightly and continued: "There are more than twenty more than twenty in the wooden wall of the bedroom, and after our inspection, most of them are Mexican. ”
"SWAT officers who have come to support have arrived at the scene."
He turned around and looked at Matt, "In the tool room outside the house, the person in charge of the search may have found something. ”
"Or."
The black suit touched the wound on his forehead and muffled, "They touched something." ”
"Dah."
As the remote control is pressed, a large crater appears in the screen.
The ground was full of stump fragments.
Ethan grabbed his cup and took a sip of coffee, these lone tactics are really ruthless.
"In this explosion."
The black suit put down the remote control and sighed: "The SWAT team members in Phoenix City are three less." ”
Phoenix, also known as Phoenix.
This kind of loss is indeed heavy enough.
"Thank you."
Matt took off his glasses and said seriously: "This time, we are here for Diaz." ”
"Thank you so much for your help."
As he spoke, he nodded to the white man sitting at the top of the table, the only one who knew his identity and the head of the FBI branch in Phoenix.
The dim lights came on, and the conference room, which was surrounded by glass walls, became bright.
In addition to Ethan and Matt, there were five people sitting inside, including the director and the black suit who was in charge of explaining just now.
Compared to these FBIs, Ethan and the others seem a little out of place.
Ethan's dress is quite normal.
Dressed in casual clothes suitable for sports, with combat boots on his feet.
Matt is a little exaggerated, this guy is still stepping on flip-flops, and outside the white vest, it is a gray short-sleeved shirt, and people who don't know think he is here to travel.
"You're welcome."
The director smiled and flipped through the materials in his hand: "According to your request, I found two people to come over. ”
"Kate."
The silver-haired, hook-nosed supervisor said: "I have been working in the kidnapping response team for three years and have been working on the front line without any complaints. ”
"The case two days ago was the fifth time she participated in a shootout."
"She's been doing well."
Three years, five shootouts, Ethan blinked his eyes, looked through the information in his hand, and the photo showed a brown-haired woman.
The appearance is very delicate, not very beautiful, but very attractive.
The bridge of the nose is high, and the eyes appear very energetic and look very energetic.
Two killed, three wounded.
Well, for an ordinary agent, this record can be considered okay.
"It's really good for a newcomer." Matt glanced at Ethan, who had his head down, sighed secretly in his heart, and then asked the question he cared about: "Has she never led the investigation of the case?" ”
"Nope." The Director shook his head: "It's always been an operative. ”
"Uh-huh."
Matt nodded, a slight smile, "I'm starting to like her now." ”
"And what about the other one?"
Ethan looked to the next page, and the picture in the back was an old black.
Thick lips, wide nose.
The eyes are resolute and look a little sharp.
"Reggie."
The director flipped through the information and continued: "He is Kate's partner, and the case two days ago was that the two of them were responsible for rescuing the hostages, and now they have been in for a year and a half. ”
"Served in Iraq, smart man."
"I have a law degree from the University of North Carolina and I'm a newcomer, but I'm very capable."
He picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee: "After the first two days, no matter who you choose, they will be happy to cooperate with you to arrest Diaz." ”
As he spoke, the Director's eyes flickered.
He knew very well in his heart what the person in front of him was coming for.
They do belong to different organizations, and they often have confrontations.
But there is no ambiguity when it comes to cooperation, and not everything in the world is completely according to the rules.
So he didn't resist the arrival of the other party.
As long as he can help bring down this trafficking network, it will be good news for him, and of course, some exchange of interests behind it, that is for sure.
"Understood."
Matt looked at the resume in his hand and made a decision in his heart.
This time only one obedient person is needed, no smart person is needed, to put it cruelly, they came over to pick a background board.
He turned sideways and whispered to Ethan:
"What do you think?"
"Kate."
Ethan gives his opinion.
His idea is even simpler, since it doesn't matter who he chooses, then why not choose a woman, Kate is actually okay.
It is also pleasing to the eye to put it around and do things.
"Kate."
When Matt heard this, he immediately smiled at the supervisor and said his choice.
"No problem."
The Director put down his cup and looked to the side.
The black suit just now immediately walked out of the conference room, and when they were in a meeting, there were two people, one black and one white, sitting outside, nervously waiting for the summons.
After a few brief exchanges, a white woman in a black suit walked in.
Seeing the real person, Ethan's eyes lit up.
Jeans, gray jacket, tall figure.
Kate stood near the door, facing the gaze of a group of superiors, and she put her hands in front of her, her expression somewhat nervous.
The whole person is about 1.7 meters, and he has a bit of tenacity in his weakness.
"Kate."
The white man in the shirt on the opposite side looked at his direct subordinates: "You should know very well what happened two days ago. ”
"This Diaz, what do you know about him?"
"Hmm."
Kai fixed his mind and hurriedly said: "The previous property, although it was not in Diaz's name, everyone knew that it was his place. ”
"The people inside, I suspect his men did it."
Thinking of what happened before, she gritted her teeth: "There are some rumors that Diaz has a very close relationship with the Mexican independence gang. ”
"That's all I know about him."
"Not bad."
Matt put on his glasses and looked at the female agent with interest: "However, there is not a very close relationship, Diaz is the top of the trafficking group. ”
"I'm sorry."
Kate first looked at Ethan, and then said to Matt: "I am from the hostage rescue team, and in terms of uniqueness, it is not my specialty. ”
The tone is neither arrogant nor humble, but it also seems calm.
She is not embarrassed that there are errors in her information, people are not omniscient and omnipotent.
"Well, that's okay."
Matt waved his hand and closed the file in his hand: "How about it, are you interested in catching Diaz with me?" ”
"Huh?"
Kate was stunned, but she didn't expect to call herself in for this matter.
I don't know who this person is.
She turned her head to look at the branch director, her eyes full of confusion.
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