Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 364 Meeting Alyssa Again (Second Guarantee)
Make a plan and then move!
With the matter of Richard Worthington first, Mark has now habitually forced himself to take one step and look at three steps first.

Can kill while Worthington is in court.

The answer is yes.

But by that time, Mark had already sat on the witness stand, even if Worthington was killed, it would not be able to stop the group of reporters from filming...

And don't forget.

It was old Lewis who was on trial in the case.

If Worthington really died during the trial, who knew what the old Louis, who valued justice more than himself, would do.

As Worthington came ashore from the grave?

By that time, Worthington had already fallen into the custody of the CIA.

Mark didn't bother to slap the CIA in the face again for a Worthington.

There was a valid reason for the last slap in the face, and I had to hold back my displeasure.

But this time?
Assassinating Worthington directly in front of them is Chi Guoguo's disregard.

If the CIA doesn't check it out, Mark will kill himself by swallowing a gun!

and so!
After thinking about it, the best time to send Richard Worthington II to hell to find Mephisto to report is in the privately contracted tomb prison.

In name, although Grave Prison is affiliated with the CIA.

But from the point of view of the positive solution, the tomb is private and is not visible.

Headache!

Mark rubbed the center of his brows, threw the tablet in his hand onto the co-pilot and sighed in his heart.

Although Mark, who came and went from Yangmou to Yangmou, is very familiar with it.

But it doesn't mean that Mark is happy with it, especially with these guys who are one step and three traps.

but.

Occasionally activate your brain and make your brain active is conducive to the preservation of youth, and youth must be active within the validity period.

noon.

Mark returns to his fiancée Kate's apartment.

"Where did you go early in the morning?" Kate heard the movement and came out of the kitchen and asked Mark who came in to change shoes.

Mark smiled slightly and said, "If you want to drag me to run away, I must find a way to escape."

Kate rolled her eyes directly, and put the freshly cooked noodles on Mark's hand.

Mark looked down and asked, "Where's the meat?"

"What meat?"

"Just add water to the noodles, and you can't see any meat?"

"Eat healthy."

"...I choose suicide!"

"..."

Mark dropped the sentence directly, and walked towards the restaurant with the noodles in his hand.

This noodle was the last time Kate was a guest at the Afterlife Manor. Once at dinner, a chef served a bowl of the legendary plain noodles.

As a result, Kate fell in love with this delicious and beautiful pasta.

Mark sat down, and when he was about to start, he glanced at the book that seemed to have folded a page.

After taking a sip of the noodles, I took a look at them.

Hacking Prison Security - Ray Breslin! "

Mark blinked.

Did something mess in again?
"What are you looking at?"

Kate, who was wearing home clothes, came out with her own noodles and couldn't help laughing when she saw Mark's face hanging from the corner of his mouth and his eyes blinking.

After seeing the book in Mark's hand, he said, "This book belongs to McGee. I heard that the author of this book is a jailbreak master."

Mark nodded. After putting down the book, he looked at his fiancee and asked curiously, "Isn't McGee a computer geek? Is he planning to change jobs?"

Kate didn't speak, just took out a glass jar from the refrigerator and threw it at Mark.

Mark was taken aback for a moment and took a look.

Minced meat sauce!
Looking up at Kate in confusion, the latter shrugged directly and said, "You want meat, and minced meat is also meat!"

mark:"……"

Three in the afternoon!

Inside an ordinary and inconspicuous coffee shop.

While drinking the bourbon in front of him, Mark patiently waited for the arrival of a good friend.

As for why bourbon is drunk in cafes?
For Mark.

A cup of coffee in the morning is a normal operation, which is good for the spirit in the morning.

But what about the morning?

Still rely on bourbon!

Soon.

There was a gust of wind chime at the door, and the door of the cafe was pushed open. Alisa, who was wearing a business suit, just searched for a second and immediately captured and located Mark's specific location.

After sitting down across from Mark, Alisa took off her sunglasses and looked at the bourbon in front of Mark and said directly: "You invited me to have a cup of coffee, but you drank bourbon by yourself?"

Mark smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, you drink coffee, I drink bourbon."

Alyssa shook her head when she heard Mark's sophistry, ordered a cup of coffee with an unusual name and said directly: "Now tell me, what do you want me to do."

"grave……"

"I told you, I don't have that much authority."

"Can I finish my sentence first?"

"……certainly!"

"Thank you!"

After Mark took a sip of the bourbon, he took a deep breath, interrupting others, which was the most annoying thing.

After a while, Mark looked at Alisa and said, "You don't have permission to inquire about the location of the tomb, but do you have permission to go up there alone?"

"...What do you mean?" Alisa frowned.

"The meaning is very simple..." Mark glanced at the waiter who brought the coffee. After the waiter left, Mark continued: "What level of prisoner do you need to be sent to this prison?"

Alisa stirred the coffee in front of her. Although she didn't understand what Mark meant by this operation, she still said: "It is not suitable for criminals who have committed serious crimes under unconventional extradition treaties and do not want them to appear again."

Mark nodded and said, "Does it work in China?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"I'll give you a criminal, all you have to do is make sure he's eligible to board this grave prison."

Alyssa rolled her eyes at Mark and said, "The CIA has no local law enforcement power."

Mark snorted and said with a smile: "Have you guys done too many bad things in China? Just in the name of our FBI, let us take the blame for you!"

Alyssa shook her head, and instead of entangled in this issue, she pointed a finger at Mark and said, "It is possible, but there is one problem."

"……Say!"

Alisa smiled slightly, but did not answer immediately, but slowly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of the milky white coffee with at least three spoons of creamer added.

Just when Mark was a little impatient, Alisa said lightly: "What you said is fine. If his crimes are verified, I have the ability to let him be exiled to the grave prison, but there is a problem. You didn't consider it, I... Director of Overseas Operations, you expect a director of Overseas Operations to catch people in the mainland and throw them into prison?"

Mark was slightly taken aback.

Yes!

Even if no one pursues Alisa's ultra vires.

But as long as you have the heart to check.

Any fool can see the problem...

　It's the weekend, I wish you all a happy weekend!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)