Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 502 Angry Mrs. M (Guaranteed First Update)
"Then, I think it was your Mrs. M who asked you to come here, am I wrong?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

After sitting down, Mark crossed his arms. Hearing James Bond's words, he shook his head and smiled in a low voice: "Do you want to use the favor I owe you?"

James shook his head.

He is him.

MI[-] is MI[-].

Again.

James, who knew the whole process, just wanted to point his nose at him and curse at the inspector of the Counter-Terrorism Command, "Is your fucking brain full of garbage from the Thames River?"

After the incident in September [-] in the local area.

Don't talk about the country where the incident happened.

Even the customs officers in London have stepped up security audits in order to prevent similar incidents from happening in their own country...

The most important thing.

London cannot stand in this matter.

after all.

That watt-brained inspector is their guy.

A London official went to the embassy of another country to question why the visa officer made things difficult for a citizen of a third country?

This coquettish manipulation directly shocked MI[-] and even Downing Street...

James looked at Mark and said, "That Dr. Emil Baran is missing."

Mark smiled lightly and was not surprised at all.

It would be a shock and a surprise if Mark could be caught.

Any fool knows that the general doctor from a third country is just a pawn.

The dignified senior federal officials and the head of the state's top law enforcement agency have all come here in person.

If this Dr. Baran hadn't disappeared, wouldn't he be insulting Mark, including their own IQ?

But what does this have to do with Mark?
It doesn't matter a dime.

Mark took a sip of the red wine and said lightly: "If this is your personal request, I will immediately call New York to stop it. But if it is not a personal request, I'm sorry, one of the terrorists who lost me must give me back one." , this is not negotiable."

"Not at all?"

"Because of your sympathetic inspector, all the detectives who are on vacation have been recalled by me to investigate the security risks in New York."

Mark said lightly, then looked at James with a frown and asked curiously: "I'm curious, how did such a sympathetic inspector get into the Anti-Terrorist Command? Could it be that your Anti-Terrorist Command has been given by those self-destructing mobile phones?" A full-scale invasion?"

James shook his head without speaking.

Mark's words were already unceremoniously accusing and doubting.

That's about it.

after awhile.

When the food was served, James also left.

The Albert visa officer next to him asked a little confusedly: "Aren't you inviting him?"

Mark shook his head and cut the steak on the plate and said, "No need, they won't be able to rest tonight."

Debbie and Jack, who followed Mark, looked at each other and smiled.

Albert didn't understand the meaning of the words.

River Thames.

The lights in the building shaped like a fortress were bright.

Their respective phones rang incessantly.

The sixteen meeting rooms were packed with people.

This is especially true in Mrs. M's office.

Mrs. M, who was over half a century old, rubbed her brows wearily and looked at Bond who had just returned.

Bond shook his head.

Mrs. M let go of her hand and looked at her intelligence officer and said, "Confirm how many people have been arrested."

"Six."

After the intelligence officer finished his report, he immediately asked, "Sorry ma'am, why can't we give an eye for an eye?"

Mrs. M did not speak.

Didn't she think about it that way?

But can it be done?

"idiot."

As a noble lady, Mrs. M was the first and only time she burst into foul language and unceremoniously accused the inspector Paul Anderson who stood at the door and followed the head of the Anti-Terrorist Command.

Because of the self-assertion of Inspector Paul Anderson.

MI[-] became a direct victim.

Obviously someone else's fault.

But it was backed by them MI[-]...

The anti-terrorist director who always likes to protect the calf did not fight back in a rare way when Mrs. M was so rude.

But because Paul's surname is the same as that of the Secretary of the Interior, the anti-terrorism director had to explain: "The FBI went to our citizen's company to arrest people, and Paul ran to communicate after receiving a complaint."

with a snap.

Mrs. M directly slapped a CD on the table and said: "Louis has already sent the surveillance video of the conference room to this side. Dear anti-terrorism director, do you want me to let someone release it? Listen to your inspector. How did you sympathize with a terrorist?"

The counterterrorism chief said nothing more.

I was also very annoyed.

The most leisurely and least problematic position in the bureau is the position of inspector.

He is sad.

After a while.

Mrs. M, who took a breath, did not choose to stay away because of the counter-terrorism director's retreat, but said in a deep voice: "I will report this matter to the cabinet."

The counter-terrorism director's face changed and he said quickly: "Madam..."

"To shut up."

Mrs. M directly interrupted again, pointing at the anti-terrorist director's nose and said: "That damned Louis asked us for terrorists, and I'm asking you now, anti-terrorist director, I don't care what method you use, find the damned before dawn Throw the doctors and accomplices to the embassy for me, otherwise, go and explain to the cabinet yourself."

Counter-terrorism director: "..."

The words are divided into two parts.

This side of the Thames is as busy as a cow because of this matter.

Mark here is free and can sit on the roof of the embassy and watch the stars.

He was ordered to investigate the bombing and find the survivor Albert.

The former Mark was wiped out.

The latter now moved a small bench to sit next to Mark.

Albert looked at Mark, who was lying on the recliner with his hands on the back of his head, and said, "Aren't you worried that terrorists have sneaked into the mainland?"

Mark raised his glass to invite Xingxing to shake his head slowly.

Not to mention the notifications between the New York office and the major law enforcement agencies.

Just to say that Thomson Pentagram in the basement of the Mark Manor has also invaded the database of the New York Customs.

So it's okay if the terrorists don't show up, and Mark doesn't bother to look for them.

But if they show up?

The moment they step off the plane and step on the ground in New York, the data will be sent directly from Thomas Pentagram to the federal agent communication devices currently deployed at major airports...

quite a while.

Albert got up and walked directly in front of Mark and asked curiously, "There is a question I've always wanted to ask you."

Mark didn't speak.

Albert asked, "Why did you and my sister break up back then?"

Mark was silent.

After a while.

Mark also stood up from the recliner and walked to the edge of the railing on the roof, with a sad expression on his face.

Albert stood behind.

On the opposite roof, two snipers who were on duty even at night were guarding the surroundings motionlessly to protect the safety of the embassy.

The wind whimpered.

"If I said that it was your sister who broke up with me, would you believe me?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)