the next day!

When security consultant Laurel Hichen stepped into her office floor, her secretary greeted her and said, "The Attorney General is already in your office."

Laurel Hichen, who was over forty or fifty, still charming, paused, glanced at the time on his watch and asked in surprise: "So early?"

"Yes."

"I understand. You can sort out yesterday's information for an hour and then take it to my office."

"Yes, Ms. Hichin!"

"Um!"

Laurel glanced at the secretary who was full of youth and infinitely boundlessness and walked towards the office area and couldn't help but smile.

She was young at the beginning.

Naturally, I know the real reason why these young girls don’t want to work outside in high-tech jobs, but they choose to work here with the intern’s salary.

After walking through the aisle and pushing open your office door.

When Laurier's eyes fell on the handsome and extraordinary man on the sofa, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a second, then closed the door and asked, "Who are you? Where are Justin?"

Mark stood up from the sofa and smiled slightly, "Mark Louis, I have to say that this building is very difficult for Ms. Consultant to come in."

"Of course it's not easy to come in. This is the Pentagon." Laurel put the bag on the table and turned around and supported the table with his hands and looked at Mark. He said lightly: "Give me a reason not to ask the security guard to come in."

"I can give you three." Mark still smiled.

"oh?"

Face is mutual. If you respect me, I will respect you.

So for such unfriendly and powdery words as Laurel, Mark sat back on the sofa and said lightly: "Richard Worthington's signing order to transfer prison."

"This is not a reason. I want to ask the security guard to come in." Laurel said in a cold voice, turning his right hand directly to the phone on the desktop.

Next second!

Zheng!

Laurel's eyes shrank, looking at the strange flying knife that was only five millimeters away from his fingers.

Mark said again: "Or just now the consultant didn't hear it clearly, my name is Mark Louis, FBI's director of the New York State Office."

Laurel turned and frowned and looked at Mark and said, "You are Mark Louis of New York."

"It's right now..." Mark smiled and said, "Do you think this is a reason?"

quite a while!

Laurel walked to the sofa opposite Mark and sat down and said in silence for a while: "What do you want to know?"

Mark smiled and looked at Lauriel with a curious look, saying, "In my impression, I didn't seem to have any disputes or conflicts with the consultant. I don't quite understand why the consultant was so concerned about Richard Worthington, so I want to know which prison the consultant transferred Richard Worthington to."

"That disappoints you, I didn't transfer Worthington."

"...Ms. Consultant, do you think I look like a fool?" Mark asked straight to the point.

Maggi.

Who else could it be if you weren't transferring?

Mark doesn't think anyone dares to pretend to be the signature of the security consultant of the world's most powerful country.

Don't want to live anymore?

Even if someone pretends to be a lie, they will be immediately seen through in less than a minute.

After glanced at Mark, Laurel said directly: "I just signed the transfer order. As for the so-called Richard Worthington being transferred there, I really don't know."

Mark sneered even more.

Will a national security adviser sign his name on a document without hesitation?

Do you really think he is a fool?

but……

This time, Mark came here with a peaceful solution that he could resolve it peacefully.

The way to dominate is to be polite first and then soldiers.

But now!

Mark shook his head, looked at Laurel and stood up and said, "Since that's the case, I won't bother the consultant. Although violence will cause criticism, I believe that once there is too much violence, all criticism will be shut up."

This matter is related to Mark's life at a certain level.

The same sentence.

Once the trial begins, Mark will lose everything he is now.

Everything here refers to everything that has been worked hard over the past thirty years. This is all achieved by Mark's hard work and starting a foundation from scratch.

It's not something that comes at once!

Anyone who dares to come and get Mark is guaranteed to directly chop off the claws of the person.

As he said that, Mark stretched out his right hand.

A buzzing sound!

The dragon-shaped flying knife that penetrated the wood instantly flew back into the palm, and disappeared into the void after repeated reversals.

When walking towards the door, it was only two steps away.

"…Wait!" Laurel, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly spoke out.

Mark turned around and looked at Laurel expressionlessly.

Paused.

"Richard Worthington and the CIA reached a plea agreement, and as a reward, the CIA must help Richard Worthington appeal and protect his safety during the trial," Laurel said.

Mark frowned.

Plea agreement? What the hell is this?

What is the CIA concerned about when a drug dealer has something on his hands?

You can't have a list of terrorist rosters on your hands, right?

Mark came back to his senses and looked at Laurel with a smile and asked, "Ms. Consultant, can I ask who it is?"

"Agent Pete Cachiopro, CIA Operations Director!"

“…”

Looking at Mark who had not answered, Laurel was suspicious.

Next second!

Mark laughed out loud, sat back on the sofa and looked at Laurel with a serious expression, "Ms. Consultant, are you fooling me?"

"……What?"

"Do you really think I don't know your details or the details of the organization behind you?"

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about? Richard Worthington and the CIA have reached an agreement, in my witness..."

"Secret Club!"

“…”

Mark interrupted directly, his eyelids slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Laurel who had never spoken again and sneered, "I have other people's names here. Do I need my back to the consultant one by one?"

Maggie's.

This is fooling him as a three-year-old child.

Mark originally thought that Worthington II must have something that the CIA needed.

They have already made up their minds to directly attack the CIA headquarters.

Who knows...

Mad.

At this moment, Mark was quite glad that he had watched a few episodes of blacklist.

otherwise……

The skill of this Tai Chi pusher is simply to the extreme.

The state adviser is appointed by the president, and she is a model where the president leaves the same.

But the CIA?

That's a giant.

Mark has offended the CIA once, if he is coming to the door?

hehe!

Then stop thinking about it, wait for the situation that will never stop.

Maybe they really annoyed the CIA, and they dared to launch an attack on Mark directly on the local area.

quite a while!

Mark's smile was withdrawn, and he leaned over and looked at Laurel, who was surprised and wrinkled on his face and said in a faint tone: "Now, it's the turn of the consultant to give me a reason."

Laurel: “…”
Chapter completed!