American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1231: Action in Progress (Part )
"You...you." Cassel held his stomach and pointed at the CIA in front of him. They didn't tell him there would be such a thing last night.

Cooper took out handcuffs and handcuffed him, then pushed the great writer into the corridor, found a remote bathroom and hung a sign on the door saying it was being cleaned.

"Stay here." He whispered to the two men in black suits following behind him, and pushed Cassel into the bathroom. Soon, the dull sound of fists hitting flesh and the screams of someone being beaten were heard from inside.

At the same time, the host's opening speech in the hall outside came faintly through the loudspeaker, ".He is a true battlefield hero, a respected prosecutor and an outstanding leader.

Next, please allow me the honor of introducing Senator Robert Bracken, the future Vice President."

When Bracken appeared on the stage, there was deafening applause from the audience.

Victoria and Anna stood up and applauded along with a group of dignitaries. The old lady searched the crowd inconspicuously for a familiar figure, but found nothing.

In the parking lot, Jack glanced at the time on his phone and coughed to remind Frank, who was dozing in the back seat, "Isn't it almost time? You should go back to your car and get ready."

The bald man lazily said without even raising his eyelids, "Politicians' speeches are always boring and long, don't worry."

This time, everything from planning to action was handled by the veteran agents, which really opened Jack's eyes.

There was no secret agent equipment at all. A few people got together and talked to each other, and in no time they completed the entire plan from division of labor to execution.

Jack was used to fighting in many wars, but this was the first time he had seen an action plan that didn't even require a communicator, and everyone relied on tacit understanding, each doing their own job, and improvisation to piece together an action plan.

This is not the weirdest thing. The CIA and MI6 may have cooperated with each other during the Cold War, so it's fine. After all, everything happened at that time. But Ivan, a former KGB, can have such a tacit understanding with them. What's going on? -

".Thank you for accompanying me through these wonderful journeys, but I firmly believe that the best part is yet to begin. May God bless you! God bless America!"

Amid warm applause, Bracken, who had just finished his speech, stepped off the stage to rest. The band played soft dance music, and the guests went to the dance floor or gathered in twos and threes at their respective round tables, holding wine glasses and socializing.

Victoria, in a white dress, stood by the dance floor, looking for a familiar figure, until her left hand was gently grabbed and brought to the center of the dance floor without question.

"Hello, little bunny." Ivan turned her around gracefully and held her tightly in his arms.

"Take it easy, old man. A sudden attack like this could get you killed." Victoria patted him on the shoulder, her tone slightly coquettish but also somewhat dissatisfied.

"You are so beautiful tonight that I can't describe it. It's like it happened again yesterday." The love in Ivan's eyes was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve. "I feel like I am walking on clouds when I can hold you in my arms again."

"Oh, are you serious?" Victoria said with disdain, "So you later married that woman and gave birth to two beautiful daughters."

The old man's smile froze on his face, but then he showed a look of surprise, "So you know all these things? God is my witness, it was just a political marriage. Katya and I broke up peacefully 15 years ago.

Even Natasha and Talia have grown up now. They are no longer the two cute little elves who would hug my legs and call me daddy. God knows how they can grow up so fast. "

"Yes, what happened between us took even longer, Ivan." Victoria leaned back slightly with a look of disgust, trying to avoid Ivan's old face that was getting closer and closer.

Ivan took advantage of the situation and spun her around, then gently pulled her into his arms again, "We are different, tell me you love me."

The two of them danced in the middle of the dance floor, embracing each other, oblivious to the people around them, until the music gradually died down and the guests applauded politely. "Ivan, the music is over," Victoria reminded the old Russian who was still hugging him and looking intoxicated.

"Ah?" Ivan looked around, as if waking up from a dream, "It seems so."

He took a half step back, bowed slightly like a gentleman, and kissed Victoria's right hand lightly, "Now it's time to get down to business."

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, Victoria hurriedly called out to him in a low voice, "Ivan!"

The old lady took out the spray bottle that Marvin had secretly put in her handbag and handed it to him, but Ivan grabbed it again and kissed her in the palm of his hand.

Anna, who was standing far away on the dance floor watching everything, ate all the candy she wanted. She smiled and nodded to Victoria who was walking towards her. The two ladies, one old and one young, walked towards the main entrance of the banquet hall together.

Compared to ordinary banquets, the security situation on site was obviously much stronger. After pushing open the main door, there was a man in a black suit standing on each side.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Anna smiled at the burly man on her side.

The girl's sweet smile made the other party slightly distracted. After a moment's pause, he reacted and quickly raised his hand to his left, "Over here, ma'am."

Before he could finish his words, an incredibly swift knife strike landed on his carotid sinus.

"Good skills." Victoria, who had also knocked down the security guard on the other side, looked back and praised with a smile.

The ladies managed to block the two security guards from the door with some difficulty. The old lady even took off the necklace from her neck that had prevented her from passing through the security door, and tied it around the door handle.

After doing this, the two ladies continued to link their arms, chuckling and chatting quietly, as they walked towards the escalator at the end of the corridor.

This is the closest access to the parking lot of the annex building. There is a security guard standing at the fire door under the escalator, responsible for ensuring that the emergency evacuation route is unobstructed.

"Ladies, this is not a place for passing." Seeing the old man and the young man coming down from upstairs talking and laughing, he hurried forward to block their way.

Victoria pulled Anna, who seemed a little hesitant, and continued to walk forward while comforting her, "It's okay. I think I have the right to go wherever I want here."

"Please step back, ma'am, otherwise I will have no choice but to regard you and your companion as a threat." The security guard in a black suit spoke in a businesslike tone, but he did not raise any vigilance and allowed the two people to come in front of him.

"Do you think we are a threat?" The old lady's smile was fleeting as she spoke softly and then received a fatal blow. "I'm sorry to hear that you were right."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Marvin, carrying a lot of bags and a pair of sports boots in one hand, trotted over from the other end of the corridor.

Just as the two ladies kicked off their high heels and changed into shoes, a commotion broke out in the banquet hall they had just left.

Just a few minutes ago, as Bracken reappeared in the banquet hall, ready to greet and take photos with his donors, a faint smell of sulfide slowly began to fill the air.

Then Ivan, who was mixed in the crowd, exclaimed, "Oh my God, gas, I smell gas!"

(End of this chapter)