"Friend, are you kidding me? I've already taken off my pants to go to bed, and you're telling me this?" Zhuo Yifan, who was rolling on the bed with his arms around Angel, suddenly sat up and turned to his phone.
asked good-naturedly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuo, this is not what I want to see. I think our agreement is still valid. As for whether you want to terminate it unilaterally, it depends on you!" Richard said on the phone.
De's voice sounded helpless and sincere enough.
When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he couldn't help but sneered: "How dare you stand with me at this time? Aren't you afraid that the government you work for will send you to hell?"
"Okay, Mr. Zhuo, let you see it. In fact, I don't think they can pose much of a threat to you. But your reaction after hearing the news surprised me. Don't you have the confidence to deal with this kind of thing?
Huh?" Richard smiled bitterly and asked the question he was most concerned about.
Zhuo Yifan said to himself that he was just about to do something good when he was interrupted by you. How can he not react too much? You are a deadbeat, you have to talk to yourself about such a trivial matter, can you still have fun and have fun?
"If I said I didn't have confidence, would you have another choice?" Zhuo Yifan snorted angrily.
"No, no, no... Mr. Zhuo, I think you misunderstood me. You said that we are friends. Am I, Richard, the kind of person who would abandon his friends?" Richard heard this and quickly denied it.
road.
Zhuo Yifan said in his heart that if you believe you, you will be a ghost. This old fox has to step on the corpses of many people to get to where he is today! Are the directors of the CIA all idiots?
"Okay, let's get down to business. When will the person you mentioned arrive?" Zhuo Yifan sighed helplessly, and then asked directly.
"They just set off from my place. It is estimated that they will find the hotel where you are staying in about an hour. I just called you to tell you to be careful, and I have no other intention!" Richard explained quickly.
"Then thank you for your kindness, Mr. Director. I will handle it well, you can rest assured. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first!" Zhuo Yifan agreed, not waiting for Richard to speak.
Hang up the phone directly.
Richard on the other end listened to the busy tone on the phone, his head full of black lines. At the same time, Zhuo Yifan's reaction made him feel a little uneasy. At that moment, he hurriedly ordered Roscoe who had just walked in: "Get ready immediately.
Car, let’s go to the Palace Hotel!”
"Director, let's go find Zhuo Yifan? But the National Security Bureau people have just left!" Upon hearing this, Roscoe quickly reminded him with a surprised expression on his face.
"So much nonsense! If you don't want to get out of the CIA, just do what I say right away. I'm going to see what the NSA guys are going to do?" Richard put on his suit and shouted at
Roscoe scolded angrily.
Roscoe agreed wordlessly, and then exited Richard's office. The information he had just prepared to report was directly stuffed into his pocket.
In the hotel, Angel looked at Zhuo Yifan who looked depressed, and said with a smile on his charming face: "It seems that the US government will not let you go. CIA, you can handle Richard, this national security
Mike Will of the Bureau is not an ordinary person, he is much more difficult to deal with than this Richard, can you handle it?"