The people in the factory roared and set up AK to shoot here. The man wearing big black sunglasses threw a cool hand and threw a flash bang up. The strong light flashed violently. The whole night was so daytime. Seeing the people who were shooting here, all of them were temporarily blind.

The man wearing big black sunglasses rushed in with a quick pace. When he turned around, he fired two guns in his hand and immediately screamed. The gunmen on the upper floor fell one after another. The thugs who had recovered their vision began to shoot at him madly. The man wearing big black sunglasses jumped and shot continuously in the air. The entire factory was calm, and the air was filled with blood, and there was a scent of confusion everywhere, and the corpse was everywhere.

The man wearing big black sunglasses leisurely lifted his pistol, blew the smoke from the gun tip, stuffed it back into his clothes, threw away his sunglasses, and walked towards his car. The driver got out of the car and smiled. The two of them high-high at each other. The driver smiled and said, "George, you're doing a good job!"

George smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, the FBI has to deal with such small cases!"

At this time, a convoy of police cars rushed from afar with a sirens, and a buzzing sound turned from behind the mountain. A helicopter flew out from behind the mountain. George looked at the helicopter and said, "They are late again!"

The police car immediately surrounded the factory, and the sound of sirens, shouts, and running sounds intertwined into one place. Various lights flashed in the night sky, and the sounds of people busying themselves everywhere.

Some people were already cleaning the scene, and the helicopter was parked down, and the wind and sandstorms filled people's eyes. At this time, a person with the words FBI printed on the vest jumped out of the helicopter. The buzzing sound of spirals forced him to disturb his hands and shouted loudly: "George, hurry back to the headquarters, there is a serious crime task!"

George boarded the helicopter under the wind and sand. The helicopter took off immediately and flew quickly to the distance...

The FBI headquarters is a huge and majestic building. Although there is no firepower defense in the military headquarters, the most advanced security system is beyond reach for any gangster terrorist.

George hurriedly walked through the passage, made fingerprints, IDs, and retinal certification along the way, and finally came to a gathering room. At this time, all the personnel from the Crime Team were already here. He pushed the door open and the captain immediately shouted: "Go and prepare quickly, and now we will arrest a super Crime Crime Crime!"

Immediately ready to go, everyone is equipped with the most advanced equipment today, bulletproof vests, guns, communicators, military knives, grenades...

“GO!”

A group of elite FBI teams appeared outside a mansion in the suburbs, setting off the dark night, quietly groping forward. No one would have expected that the super serious criminal would hide in such a place.

The captain immediately turned on the most advanced infrared thermal imager. Because the temperature of the organisms is different from the outside world, he immediately saw the biological situation in the house. He saw a red humanoid figure in the toilet on the second floor.

The captain made a gesture, and the team members immediately dispersed, partly on the roof, and partly lurking around the house. The lock-opening expert quietly opened the door lock, and a team carefully entered the house. Everyone was familiar with the M16 and guarding each other. At this time, a team member found a pistol on the table. It seemed that the other party had forceful threats.

Finally, the team gathered at the door of the toilet, and everyone's nerves were tight. Such a super serious offender must not let him escape. At this time, the captain used a look and bang! A team member kicked open the door of the toilet with a panic on his face and saw a fat old man sitting on the toilet, holding the newspaper and trembling constantly.

The old man was pulled out and pressed to the ground. George and others immediately beat him up, making the old man scream.

The old man who was beaten unrecognizable began to shout violently: "I am your director, I am your director!"

"I'm still the Minister of Defense"

Crack, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

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The FBI Senior Office is located on the highest floor of the Federal Building. The interior decoration of the office is extremely luxurious. The entire glass wall can see the scenery of the city.

And in this high-end office, Director Paul, with a bandage on his head, sat on his chair and shouted in anger: "Explain, what's going on?"

The captain took out a compilation order from his pocket with trembling courage and handed it over...

Director Paul took it angrily and saw that it almost fainted, and it clearly stated:

Paul, male, 52 years old,

Involved in drug dealing,

Open a casino,

arms deal,

Trafficking people,

smuggling,

kill,

set fire,

Poisoning,

robbery,

rape,

theft,

Sorry for prostitution,

exposed

………

………

Director Paul said crazy: "What's going on? What's going on?"

The captain lowered his head and said as if he was as small as a mosquito: "It seems...it seems... the computer in our database was invaded, the data was randomly corrected, and many agents became unforgivable criminals!"

Director Paul suddenly sweated wildly. If these information were circulated, many criminals who were investigating the news would flee, and the identities of many undercover agents would be revealed. Thinking of this, he slapped the table and ordered viciously: "No matter how much the price is, you must capture this person, definitely..."

"Then... use the cutting-edge technology network tracking machine that is still in the testing stage..."

“………………, I have to do this. Go to the National Physics Laboratory to apply for use!”

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On Sunday, Nick, who got up early, complained all over. He naturally thought about the program until late at night last night. When he woke up early this morning, it would be fine to watch the program, but he wanted to help Boro do these meaningless things, which was really troublesome.

After putting on his clothes and coming to the living room, my father was hungover again on the sofa in the living room. The smell of wine in the room, the messy packaging tape, wine bottles, and peanut shells were thrown all over the floor. I was so used to all this that I helped my father take off his shoes, brought a blanket to cover him, cleaned the floor, and cleaned the table. Then Nick took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I also thought about why I was in such a family, a life without a mother, a life without a mother, and a life that made him sensible for a long time. He understood that this is called life, a life without choice, and thousands of families also lived a life that they could not choose.

After washing up, Nick made some food for himself in the kitchen, which were left over from last night. Once it heated up, it would be enough to fill his stomach.
Chapter completed!