Jack touched the sky-blue tie and sat on Mark’s right side and said, "Boss, didn’t you contact that guy Ron?"
Mark directly said grumpily, "Don’t you know the evasion principle? I can call, but do you think this guy will answer? What’s going on? Didn’t it say it was a cake shop? How did it get involved with abuse of duty and fishing law enforcement? "
Jack opened his mouth and was about to speak.
Mark is directly motioning with his hand and said, "well, I guess you don’t know where our prosecutor went? Dealing with the court is his strength. "
Jack said, "Chuck has gone to Brooklyn to ask the court to cancel it."
"What is the public opinion outside?"
"… what public opinion?"
Mark raised his eyebrows and said, "What Ron likes most about law enforcement agencies like us is to help media jurors form a public opinion that is inclined to his agent before they are in place. Is there no movement this time?"
Jack nodded. "There is no news from the press office for the time being."
Mark suddenly became suspicious.
Paused.
Mark took the ticket handed by Jack and looked at it carefully.
A little while
Mark looked up and said, "What’s going on in fishing law enforcement?"
Jack rubbed his eyebrows and said, "This is the case of the counterintelligence office. I have asked the office leader to come over."
Mark was shocked. "I, you just said that this shop is a cake shop, and a Brooklyn cake shop is set up. How can it be associated with espionage?" What’s a spy doing in Brooklyn without going to Wall Street or Manhattan? See the scenery? "
Jack gave a quick laugh and made no answer.
A little while
The head of the counterintelligence office is coming.
Hans-Sadik native Africans caught their thirty-year-old tails and bearded heads.
"Director"
"Deputy Director"
Mark leafed through the information that he had just sent by his blonde secret, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down and tell me what’s going on."
Hansard Dean took a sip of his thick lips and looked at Mark and said, "Chief, this thing is like this …"
soon afterwards
Hansa told Mark the whole story in the shortest language.
Here’s the thing.
This is not because the address of the general election in November this year was chosen in new york. During this period, office workers in new york have also turned from crime fighting to terror and espionage …
It happens that the counterintelligence office worker always reports to the deputy director.
Last month, the counterintelligence office was short of staff, and after being signed by Deputy Director Jack, a group of new people were recruited from the Federal College of Quantico.
Six little rookie
Everyone knows Yu rookie is eager to make contributions.
The outstanding person is a native African in his early twenties.
This matter is also made by that native African.
According to Hanseatic,
Actually, when they were bragging and farting in the office half a month ago, the young man excitedly ran to his office and said that he had discovered a Zambian spy stronghold …
Hansa was just about to go on.
Mark closed his hand and looked at Hansa with an expression on his face. "Forget it, I have guessed the follow-up story."
Hansa looks at Jack.
Jack gave Hansa a meaningful look directly, then looked at Mark and said, "It’s understandable for young people."
Mark looked at Jack with a sneer.
This is not going to the surface at all.
Accuse them of the crime and you’ll know.
It must be this young and fledgling agent who pretended to be a refugee and lured others to take him in the cake shop.
And then …
The cake shop owner was kind enough to allow the refugee to stay in the cake shop lounge after closing time.
After …
The agent turned the lounge into a so-called spy room …
This meow …
This meow is typical. It can’t be more typical of fishing law enforcement
This fuck … full of coquettish spirit.
Mark flew his information to Hansa’s arms with perfect posture, and said, "Look carefully at the name of the owner of this cake shop."
Hansa quickly grabbed the flying information and looked at it.
Name Maria Caster (Turk)