Half an hour later.

Mark walked out of the car again and looked at the Smurf standing in the airport parking lot with a confused look on his face.

Haha, he smiled and went straight to meet him.

The Smurf looked at his watch with a helpless look on his face, then stretched out his right hand and stopped Mark, who wanted to give him a warm and guilty hug, and said expressionlessly: "I've been waiting for you here for an hour, Louis."

Mark pushed the blame to Old John behind him without hesitation and betrayed: "Hank, believe me, if Old John hadn't come here in person, I promised to meet you here on time."

Old John behind him looked like a loach.

Mark said, without waiting for the Smurfs to continue speaking, and turned his head and looked around and said, "Hey, I'm not on time. Almost everyone who knows me knows it, but why hasn't the Worthington Pharmaceutical's helicopter arrived yet?"

The Smurf smiled coldly and said, "In order to wait for you, I will ask them to pick me up from the port in the afternoon..."

Mark shrugged and said, "My fault! In this way, we want Old John to treat us to dinner. I believe Old John will definitely welcome us."

Said.

Mark directly hugged the Smurf's shoulders, raised his eyebrows at the black-faced old John, and then walked towards the third car in the convoy with his arm around him...

Chinese restaurant downstairs in the federal office in San Francisco!

Mark held a plate in his hand and shook his head and sighed at Old John, "Old John, I misread you, saying it was a big meal. You should bring me to the Chinese restaurant downstairs of your office?"

No matter how he said that, Mark still shoveled a spoonful of Zuo Zongtang's chicken and threw it into his own plate...

Old John, who was walking in front of Mark, said directly: "Last year, the Federal Council was the largest in our California branch. I am afraid that the funds for cross-regional case handling will be gone this year."

Mark sneered and said, "Do you really think I haven't seen the budget you submitted in Washington these days? 300 million US dollars. For God's sake, you are even more cruel than me. Other branches are only tens of millions, but you can start directly at 300 million."

"Then how much do you New York State want?" Old John asked without looking back.

"Two million!"

“…”

For God's sake, the FBI's annual budget is fixed, with US$3.5 billion, not much...

In a moment, New York and California directly divided the first one and the next, leaving behind thirty memories to compete for more than fifty other branches...

After several people found a seat with their plates, Mark looked at Old John, who was speechless and directly retorted: "Last year was the saddest year for our New York branch. Not to mention September, in the last year, the New York State attacks cracked 14 terrorist attacks and five major federal cases. The funds for these case handling exceeded 10 million. Without considering business trip subsidies, just talk about the September incident, various pensions... directly emptied our vault."

Mark was completely convinced. Last year, no one could match the New York branch's case-solving rate in each federal branch.

Not to mention, during the September 11 incident, although Mark reminded him in time, thousands of agents were still infected with various diseases during the rescue process...

Old John shook his head directly, too lazy to defend himself with Mark.

Comparing the case-solving rate?

In the 1990s, these terrorists liked to go to California.

But after entering the new era, terrorists were striking New York State, mainly New York.

Especially after Mark's identity was sold on the black market.

After seeing Mark's information, some brainless terrorist organizations sent out one second to another who had been caught before leaving the airport, intending to create an explosion in New York...

Jack and Debbie, who were sitting on another table, lowered their heads and ate the food on their plates.

When it comes to following Mark, what is the second law they learned?

There must be times when there is food, and you must eat it whether you are hungry or not.

Mark's thinking is sometimes extremely scattered, and when he thinks of it, he once and forth. There were two people who followed Mark to attack the two states for 36 hours in a row to capture the suspects at night and said that they would never want to go through that period when they didn't even have time to urinate...

Half an hour later.

Mark wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked at the Smurfs opposite him and asked, "Hank, what time did you agree with Worthing's lab?"

“Two pm San Francisco time.”

Mark nodded and said to Jack and Debbie, "Notify Adam and they will borrow the helicopter from the office here."

After Jack and Debbie nodded, Mark then smiled and said, "Old John, do you want me to reimburse you for the helicopter gas money? It depends on your life being tight."

Old John ignored Mark's run and said hehe, "I hope to use this little money for you to get back to your New York City as soon as possible."

Mark shook his head, patted Old John on the shoulder and said, "Don't do this. I haven't seen you for more than a month. To be honest, I'm going to have a drink with you and talk about the secretary you brought to you at the last meeting."

Old John's face suddenly turned dark.

Seeing this, Mark was in a very happy mood...

After leaving the restaurant.

The Smurf Hank looked at Mark and said in confusion: "You're not going now?"

Mark put his hands in his pocket and said lightly: "Hank, when I was a child, I went with me... when my father went hunting in the mountains, he once said this, do you know when the best hunter will pull the trigger?"

The Smurfs didn't speak.

Mark smiled and said, "My father said that when the prey relaxed his vigilant ears and lowered his head to eat the grass, it was the moment when he relaxed and relaxed completely. That was the time to pull the trigger, the perfect time, because when the prey lowered his head, his artery would be revealed without reservation..."

Pause!

Mark turned around and looked at Old John who was about to get in the car and said with a smile: "I heard that Worthington is going to hold a press conference on Alcatraz this afternoon."

Old John's face changed: "Are you crazy?"

Mark shook his head and said, "No, I'm not crazy!"

To hit a snake, you have to hit seven inches, and to kill someone, you have to kill your heart!

It's past the usual time.

With Worthington Pharmaceutical's huge power, it is enough to wield money to mobilize public opinion machines to whitewash itself...

After working so long, Mark's request was not the result.

Once fooled, Worthington Pharmaceutical, which has mastered countless drug patents, will soon be able to stand up again. By that time, Mark will definitely be on Worthington Pharmaceutical's blacklist...

Or negotiate with kindness.

Want to do it?

Mark will never leave any chance to get back on his feet!

Leave a point in your work so that we can meet each other in the future?

Stop making trouble!
Chapter completed!