A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Lu Ke opened his eyes and walked over.

Open the door.

Agent Jack, as if presenting a treasure, showed Luke two sets of keys that were locked together: "Wow, look what this is?"

Luke's gaze had already swept past Jack's shoulder and landed on an Audi A8 parked on the side of the road, its color resembling diamond black, its exterior exuding a classic, noble, and elegant aura.

His eyes lit up immediately.

"The car has arrived."

"Yes, it just arrived, and I brought it over to you."

"Thank you."

Luke thanked Jack, then gestured for him to wait a moment before returning inside. After tidying up the kitchen and closing the door, he took the car keys from Jack and they walked together toward the brand-new Audi A8.

One minute later!

The Audi A8's engine roared.

next second!

Jack, in the passenger seat, couldn't help but gasp as the acceleration hit him. He gripped the handle tightly, watching the street scenery rushing past, feeling his adrenaline surge while seriously doubting his own impending doom.

but……

Luke only gave it a brief test, slowing down when he was about three blocks from the FBI headquarters in downtown Los Angeles.

"Chassis, suspension, and transmission."

After Lu Ke reduced the car's speed to a normal level, he nodded and said to himself, "These three places need to be modified slightly."

Jack didn't say anything.

Luke looked over to the passenger seat and saw Jack gripping the handle, motionless.

Jack's expression...

feeling bad!

……

Chapter 67 The Main Character Team is Assembled

Lu Ke raised his eyebrows.

next second.

He pulled over to the side of the road, and Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't take it anymore. He opened the car door, lowered his head, and then a series of vomiting sounds came from inside.

For a while.

Jack, now leaning back in the passenger seat, was deathly pale.

Luke was a little puzzled: "I know you just graduated from the Federal Agents Academy, but I remember there was a course that taught you how to drive fast, right?"

Yes.

The FBI's academy not only has courses on how to drive fast, but it even offers courses on fighter jets.

Of course.

If you can't learn it, that's a different story.

However, express trains require assessment.

Otherwise, if the suspect drives off at high speed and the FBI is just strolling around like they're on a shopping trip, and the public sees them, they'll suddenly realize they're wasting taxpayers' money.

"Boss."

Jack looked at Luke with a helpless expression: "Although I was assigned to the position of field agent, actually, I am an internal agent. Debbie is the real field agent."

Luke looked at him suspiciously: "You're not a field agent?"

Jack shook his head: "After I graduated, that team leader Bill Kings told me that he didn't need male agents sitting in offices. He either made me a field agent or told me to pack my bags and get out of here."

Luke gasped: "Is that so?"

Jack seemed to have thought of something and said in a low voice, "When Bill Kings was alive, none of us liked him."

Lu Ke couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "I think he's a pretty good person."

After all, it wouldn't have been possible without Bill Kings's insights.

He couldn't possibly have transformed himself from an undocumented immigrant into a senior special agent of the FBI overnight.

What kind of treatment did he receive when he was born last year?

What kind of treatment are they receiving now?

They have both status and money.

Fifteen minutes later.

1100 Wilshire Avenue.

The address of the FBI's Los Angeles field office is here, in a six-story white building.

Diagonally across the street is the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

Luke pulled the car over, got out, looked up at the six-story white building in front of him, then glanced at the Museum of Last Will and Testaments across the street and the Car Museum across the street to his left, and looked at Jack with some curiosity: "Isn't this a pretty good place? Why did Bill Kings move the operations team's office to Beverly Hills?"

Jack, still somewhat pale, got out of the passenger seat: "The truth?"

Luke nodded.

"of course."

"In Beverly Hills, Bill Kings's Senior Agent badge is still quite popular, especially among the big-breasted, brainless blonde babes who live there."

"……All right."

Jack shrugged and continued, "Besides, he lives in that manor, all on public funds, and our branch chief has a very good relationship with him, so..."

Luke understood and followed Jack toward the Federal Building: "Oh right, the branch chief, is he from the same hometown?"

Jack shook his head: "No, we're not from the same hometown, just the same skin color. But the branch chief was taken away by people from Washington a month ago."

no way.

Someone always has to take the blame.

Whether it's internal or external.

Los Angeles police chief, you let your operations team leader take everyone out to work, so what the hell is the point of building a federal building for you?

This is not.

He was utterly unlucky because of his own clansmen.

Lu Ke suddenly realized, and after saying "Oh," he stopped the conversation when the two were almost at the building entrance.

After all, Bill Kings is dead.

The dead are the greatest.

Luke didn't want to waste any more time on a dead man, and he didn't even care that the dead man had listed his birthplace as Orange County in Los Angeles, nor did he care that Bill Kings had set his educational background as someone who hadn't even attended a community college.

Look.

He is often quite generous.

The lobby on the first floor of the building.

It was spacious and quiet.

Luke took out the ID card that Jack had just handed him in the car, swiped the card to enter the lobby on the first floor, and immediately saw Debbie and Earl, who were already at the front desk of the lobby, dressed in black business suits and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

When the two women saw Lu Ke enter, their eyes lit up and they quickly ran up to him.

One of them gave Lu Ke a warm hug.

"Ah, Luke, you're finally discharged from the hospital, that's great!" Debbie, who had a bit of baby fat, smiled, revealing two big dimples on her round face.

Compared to the enthusiastic and outgoing Debbie, Earl appeared somewhat ladylike and formal: "Congratulations, Commander Luke."

Luke smiled slightly, then looked at Debbie and said quietly, "Jack calls me boss, Earl calls me commander, but you, Debbie, you won't even call me commander."

Debbie looked at Jack in surprise, and finally said to Earl, "Didn't we agree to give Luke a surprise? You just betrayed me like this?"

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow: "What surprise?"

Debbie was slightly taken aback and looked at Luke: "The three of us will fight you, you didn't know that? Then what did you mean by saying that just now?"

You're working for me?

It seems so.

A senior special agent, it seems, has an entourage.

wrong.

They should be referred to as group members.

Jack, who was slightly shorter and thinner than Luke, was speechless and covered his face in exasperation upon hearing Debbie's words.

Earl sighed and looked at Debbie: "What Luke just said was a classic line from The Godfather. Speaking of which, every time I call you, you're always watching a movie at home. You even invited me. Such a classic movie, you haven't seen it? What are you watching at home?"

Debbie was taken aback, blinked, and said in a slightly flustered tone with a hint of deception in her eyes, "I prefer watching action movies."

Jack rolled his eyes at those words, too embarrassed to point it out.

Earl was taken aback: "An action movie? The Godfather is a gangster movie, but it has action scenes too. You haven't seen it?"

Debbie quickly changed the subject, saying to Luke, "Luke, you should go upstairs quickly. Director Louis is already waiting for you in the team leader's office."

talking.

Debbie, fearing Earl would press her for answers, volunteered to lead the way to Luke.

Earl frowned as he watched Debbie drag Luke toward the elevator, then looked at Jack and asked, "I remember you and Debbie were classmates. What kind of action movies does she like to watch?"

Jack looked at Earl thoughtfully: "Debbie invited you to her house to watch a movie?"

Earl nodded: "Yes, several times, but three times, I was working overtime."