“2!”

“1!”

"I……"

"Bang!"

The killer's eyebrows and chest instantly penetrated a bloodline, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fell towards the back.

He is Nash.

The second killer in the world before retirement.

How could it be...

Albert, who walked over, looked at the killer Nash, who had already started to appear in the back of his head and said in a daze: "We don't know who it is."

"unnecessary."

"……What's the meaning."

"He won't say it."

"Are you so sure?"

"Look at the ring on his right hand."

"……What's wrong."

Mark put on his sunglasses and took Albert away from the place with his backhand, saying, "Do you remember the book "Continental Hotel" you found in my study?"

Albert nodded and said, "Of course, I ran to that mainland hotel without believing it."

Mark shook his head and said, "The killer just now was from the mainland hotel, but he was retired."

Albert: "…"

Mainland hotel.

The legendary benchmark or industry leader in the killer industry.

Focusing on the killer industry has not wavered for hundreds of years.

Their motto is dedicated to serving various killers and striving to make gold medal standards.

Um.

That's it.

When he saw the ring on the killer Nash's right hand, Mark knew very well that the killer would not say anything.

Nothing else.

It is a big taboo to sell employers in all walks of life.

This is even more so in the killer industry.

Although some killers will name the employer after some means.

But it has never been seen in the history of mainland hotels.

Not once.

Mark felt that this killer, Nash, would not be the first one.

and.

The London police are coming soon...

After returning to the embassy.

Mark and Albert just pushed open the door of the conference room and saw a man in suit standing at the window.

Mark looked at Jack and said, "Where is that doctor."

Jack wanted to speak but stopped.

Agent Parker next to him stood up and said, "Chief Louis, this is Paul Anderson, an inspector from London Counter-Terrorism Command."

Paul Anderson, standing at the window, turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at Mark expressionlessly and said, "Why would the FBI run to the British citizen's business to arrest Dr. Emil Baran."

After saying that.

Paul Anderson looked quietly at Mark as if waiting for Mark's answer.

Mark looked directly past Paul Anderson and fell on his mascot Jack in a serious tone, asking: "I'm asking you again, what about that damn doctor."

Jack pointed to the inspector Anderson next to him and said, "Sorry, boss, this person was already there when we went."

Mark smiled a little.

Then.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"I inform Maggie and ask her to take the entire Secret Service team to invite all the gentlemen who are in New York to the bureau, and let Mrs. M of MI6 go to New York to pick up people in person."

"……yes."

Debbie was silent for a while and then took out the phone and called Maggie far away in New York.

After giving Debbie instructions.

Mark then looked at Paul Anderson, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "I think you can call Mrs. M now and tell her that because of your obstruction, we have lost a target position that may launch a terrorist attack on our country. Congratulations."

Said.

Mark looked directly at Jack and said, "I remember this is the embassy and it is my country's territory. Does this person have a visa?"

Jack shook his head.

Paul said in a deep voice: "You are so arrogant."

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at Paul with a sarcastic smile and said, "Oh?"

"I will tell our Home Secretary everything here, and there are some things I have said to the visa officer behind you, but I am here telling the story of Dr. Roland, who you think is a terrorist."

"Speak and listen."

"A few years ago, Dr. Roland's wife applied for an emergency treatment visa for your country. She died because you bureaucrats have been asking for more documents to be reviewed, which led to..."

"stop."

“…”

Mark pulled out his chair and sat down, took off his sunglasses and placed it on the table and looked at the investigator with a smile, saying, "It sounds like this good man Dr. Roland, who you said, is more likely to have hatred for our country because of this."

Said.

Mark looked at Debbie who had made the call and said, "Go to call the Attorney General again, I want to add this good man from the British population, Roland, and above, to the blacklist of known law enforcement agencies and all aviation."

After saying that.

Mark looked at the inspector Paul and smiled, "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Paul, who was less than Mark's handsome point, frowned at this moment.

Wait until he speaks.

Debbie over there handed Mark's phone number to Mark and said, "Boss, MI6."

Mark took the call.

"Mrs. M, forgive me for not having time to visit you this time when I came to London."

"Louis..."

"Wait for Mrs. M, I know you are here to ask me why I am going to harass the gentlemen outside. I have an Inspector Anderson who claims to be from your Counter-Terrorism Command. Why I do this, I believe that Inspector Anderson will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

After saying this, Mark threw the phone directly at the inspector.

Paul Anderson was stunned at first.

Looking at Mark, who had a hint of sarcastic smile on his lips, looked down at the ongoing call in his hand.

Then.

Put it silently in my ears...

quite a while.

"It's the lady."

"I understand Madam."

"My wife will."

“…”

Mark looked at the inspector who hung up the phone from Mrs. M and said without hesitation: "Why, what do we say about our bureaucrats? Why don't you dare to tell your Mrs. M from your MI6?"

Paul Anderson put the flip phone together and said lightly: "I will not stop you..."
To be continued...