24th

Before leaving the scene of the firefight with the Haitian gang, Gloria and Regina had a brief conversation.The content of the conversation is naturally related to the shootout that took place tonight, Donadieu's drugs, and his inside information at the US Drug Enforcement Administration.

"Okay, it's all over. Are you okay?" Gloria asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm lucky I didn't get killed by a 'minigun' bullet or some mecha bastard." Regina recalled covering Matthew's move.

Regina learned about the power of the 6-barreled "mini-cannon" machine gun in the hands of the exoskeleton combat mech from the "Terminator 17" that came to the world 2 years earlier than her.Of course, "Mini Cannon" has also performed well in movies such as "Black Hawk Down", "Predator", and "Iron Man 2" that she occasionally watched.

"I'm very sorry about that. I feel like I brought you into this fight."

"Never mind. Orlando detectives wouldn't have found the drugs if it wasn't for you. Um, do you know how many drugs are in here?"

"Well, $2 million in drugs, I think it should be around 8 tons to 7 tons."

Regina's expression was a bit exaggerated, and she blinked continuously, "God! There are so many!?"

There was a charming smile on Gloria's face, "Hmm. And, Orlando Police Department and Drug Enforcement Administration agents will give the credit to you and your friends."

"What? No! If you hadn't stopped that mech bastard, I think Matthew and I would have died long ago."

"Isn't it all right now? Well, there is one more thing."

"I am listening."

"When the police come, you'd better talk to the DEA agent about Donadieu's undercover DEA."

"I see. But why don't you talk to them?"

"Well, because I'm a 'fugitive' from a federal agency."

"That's impossible! Wait, I'm a little confused by your words."

"Okay, I have to go."

Gloria's words made Regina more and more confused, and a picture of the smiling face of the other party kept appearing in her mind.At this time, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have seen this face somewhere.

As she watched him climb into a drug dealer's Ford Mustang classic coupe, she stepped forward and looked at him carefully and whispered, "I don't think your name is Ghost Rider or Wonder Woman. You're Glory A. Curtis, right?"

"Yes, you guessed it. Now, any more questions?"

"Of course, I need an explanation. Or, how did an American female astronaut who successfully landed on Mars become a dark angel who hates evil?!"

"Dark Angel? Yes, I like this title."

Regina looked around and shook her head, "Well, I believe you have enough reasons to get out of here before the police come. Anyway, I still want to thank you very much for protecting me and my friends."

The corners of Gloria's mouth twitched, and he sighed, "You're welcome. It's just... I don't want any of my friends to die in my arms."

It wasn't until two NCIS federal agents who came along with the police and DEA agents appeared in front of her that she had the opportunity to understand Gloria from other angles.

"Son, I'm NCIS Agent Brock, and this is my colleague, Agent Nichols." Titus introduced himself to Regina when he showed the NCIS ID in his hand.

"NCIS, naval police? Are you a naval officer?" Matthew asked curiously.

"No, boy, we're federal agents employed by the federal government," Titus said.

"Son, have you seen this man?" Clement showed a photo of Gloria in the uniform of a Marine Corps captain to Matthew and the others.

"Marines? God, I don't think the origin of Ghost Rider is that simple." Matthew said in surprise.

"Matthew, Adam is calling you, go quickly." Regina didn't want Matthew to describe the facts too exaggeratedly.

"Son, do you know what you're doing?" Titus asked.

"Of course. After you have finished questioning me, you can talk to my colleagues again, can't you?"

"Well, well. I hope you can tell us something we don't know."

Clement glanced at Titus and said again, "Hi, you're Regina, the private of the Guardian Angel?"

Regina nodded, "Yes."

"Well, your colleague Matthew Norton is a new 'little soldier' ​​joining the organization. So, as a 'big soldier', you will actively cooperate with our work?"

"That's right. I think I'm better equipped than he is to explain the whole story to the police or the feds."

"Okay, if you don't mind, let's go talk in the car. I know, you and your co-workers just had a life-and-death battle."

"Son, don't get me wrong. We didn't arrest you, we just wanted to investigate the situation," Titus added.

"I know. At least, you didn't handcuff me." Regina said.

Sitting next to Regina in a black Dodge Ram sedan in the parking lot, Clement smiled and said, "Would you like some water? Trust me, relaxing can keep your adrenaline going." So impulsive."

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