One hundred and fortieth chapters eventful autumn fifteen
The National Security Agency is one of the most secret places in the world. Parliamentary personnel have told me more than once that it has saved the world countless times, but its manager Carter Mai Matian was very unhappy.
With a look of keeping people away from each other, I walked into my office coldly. The usual secretary staff was a little tactful and didn't want to make up for his bad temper. What happened to the sir today? This is the same as all the security agency agents today.
The problem
The expression on John Smithson's face seemed a little resistant to people and thousands of miles away. Unlike the FBI he used to stay, he looked around and said that the most outstanding workers in the United States were in the country.
, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Is it John Smithson?" A sturdy man in a black suit walked up to him and asked respectfully. He lowered his head to look at the man, although he had a look on his face.
A respectful smile, but secretly being stroked by the hand behind his waist, I'm afraid that if he says something is not, he will be shot here immediately and then carried out. His body should be buried within three hours.
On an unknown garbage island
"Yes, it's me," John Smithson said coldly, his words were simple and powerful, and he took off the black sunglasses on his face and inserted them in his close pocket on his chest. "Today, Mr. Cartermellon hopes I'll be here
Here comes "The man looked up and looked at him, nodding as if he was sure of something. "Yes, sir, please follow me." He stretched out his hand to make a request, turned around and walked towards the door inside.
In the past, two gunmen wearing blue se security suits at the door stared at them coldly, with their eyes as if they were wolf-like.
"Name, title, number"
The man in black suit stopped and looked at John Smithson, who slowly took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to him. After taking the booklet, the man in black suit looked carefully
After a glance, he handed it to the security guard. The security guard frowned and watched the booklet enter a series of obscure characters on the tablet hanging on the side of the wall. After a long time, he nodded and threw the booklet to the black man.
The man in suit "release is VIP"
Hum, the two security guards standing at the door wanted to stand apart at the same time and let the road go. John Smithson tilted his head and strode in. A voice from behind the scenes came from behind, and he wrinkled.
Frowning, stopped and looked at the man behind. The man in black suit smiled apologetically, "I'm very sorry that weapons are prohibited from carrying them in this. Please keep the pistol on your thighs here for the time being. They will
Returned to you”
John Smithson smiled on his cold face, as if he had noticed something. He looked at him with interest, inserted his hand into his pocket of his trousers and took out a dark Colt revolver.
The strange metal frames loaded and unloaded on the pistol, and it was obvious that they had been modified. "It's a good gun. Chief, you will take away your weapons when you leave." The man in black suit smiled and took him.
The Colt revolver handed it to the security guard on the side, and gave a look. The security guard nodded, took the pistol and left.
"So sorry, sir, this is our routine and our responsibility. We still have to conduct the last inquiry when you enter the security door. I hope you will hand over any weapons." The smile of the man in black suit seemed to be a little fun.
A security guard walked over and groped through John Smithson's body. Every inch and every corner, John Smithson turned around and looked at him with some boredom, "You have a good vision and a very smart one."
,May I have your name?"
"Mason, Alex Mason" said Alex Mason with a usual smile on his face, "I have heard of your deeds more than once, and as a senior, I still admire you very much."
Friendship was not accepted by John Smithson, "I would love to shake your hand if I can." John Smithson, who held his hands high, smiled.
"It's over, safe and passable." The security guard seemed to have checked at this time and nodded
John Smithson and Alex Mason walked through the security door and shook a hand. "I'm glad to see you, sir." Alex Mason shook strongly, John Smithson smiled, "I'm glad too."
Seeing you, sniper” hand touched his hand quietly, slid over Alex Mason's index finger, and clicked it indifferently...
Carter Merron turned around in his office with some discomfort, and finally seemed to be unable to help it. He rushed to the desk on the side to pick up the phone, dialed the outside line, "I am Carter" and heard the voice from the opposite side.
Later, he frowned and said, "I'm waiting for John Smithson to come." The opposite side of the microphone seemed to be a little scared and couldn't help but say, "Yes, sir, we have notified him. We just received a call from the security department, and now he
Coming toward your office”
"I know he is walking towards my office. I just want to tell you these bastards. I booked him to arrive at three o'clock, but I've waited thirteen seconds more now." Carter Merron shouted unhappily. With a word, I hung up the phone casually, and knocked on the door. Carter Merron stood up cursingly, "If it weren't for him, I must have hanged this bastard to the evil federal prison for a lifetime of custody." He walked to the door, Open the door, John Smithson looked at him calmly, and Carter Mai was frowning and finally felt a little loose. "What wind did Smithson blow you? Haha, my old friend, I miss You are here”
"You asked me to come"
Carter's words seemed a little embarrassed and smiled, "Come in, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Now we have a cup of coffee and then have some snacks to talk about." Turning his head to look at Alex
Mason, "Very good, you'll call you later." After saying that, Alex Mason stood at the door for a while, shook his head and left with some confusion.
"He's very good," John Smithson sat carelessly across from Carter Mellon's desk, a leather lounge chair, and said comfortably, recalling the corner of Alex Mason's mouth just now, revealing an admiring smile.
"Yes, it's right. That child has lived in Alaska since he was a child and is close to those slaughtered red se bastards. He has been fed up with the pain of the Cold War since he was a child. He is a guy who lacks fatherly love." Cartermellon didn't care.
John Smithson did not take him seriously and said, "I always say that this is quite similar to you."
"My childhood is not so sad." John Smithson picked up the nai tea that had been brewed on the table and took a sip, nodding seriously.
"I have no interest in whether you have a miserable childhood. What I mean is that you two are the same skills and are full of motivation. I have suffered a lot for you back then. How does it feel to those FBIs now?
Every day, your son is much more casual than me when facing those domestic terrorists who are not capable." Carl Mellon laughed and looked at John Smithson in front of him
"It's awful, it's more rotten than the pissed cloth beans." John Smithson put the nai tea in his hand, and Carter Mellon shook his head and shrugged "Okay, but I heard you guys have some time ago.
Something big happened. A team of executives trained by the FBI were cut off their hands and sent to your office. It was ridiculous."
"Their training is so bad, that's why it's like this," John Smithson frowned slightly after hearing his words, and said lightly, as if he was talking about things that had nothing to do with him. "FBI's ability is always only for ordinary criminals.
That's all, their ability to jingxing forces is always so incompetent that we need us, but I think you seem to be in trouble?"
"A big trouble, John" Cartermellon pulled out a report piled up by his desk and handed it to John Smithson. "You know they're really useless to ask you to go to FBI."