Xue La, who had just gotten up and was naked, jumped on Xu Chuan, who had just returned from the gym.
Xu Chuan stretched out his hand to support the other person and replied with a smile, "I came back in the middle of the night, you slept like a pig."
"Ha", Sheila bit his neck gently, and then said in his ear, "I washed it very clean yesterday..."
Xu Chuan's muscles all over his body tensed up instantly, then he carried the other person to the bedside and threw him on top.
It’s time to think of it as a supplement to morning exercise.
Sheila giggled and got up from the bed and watched the other person take off his T-shirt. She leaned over and put her hands on the other person's abdominal muscles.
Her fingers traced the interlaced scars on it, and she felt her body heat up every time she saw them.
Xu Chuan watched the other person kiss a scar on his waist, and then felt a cold line sliding up, which made all the muscles in his body tremble.
Hiss, Xu Chuan reached out and grabbed the other person's hair and pulled him up. When the other person was whimpering, he lowered his head and pressed on it, and quickly grabbed the cold and smooth hair...
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The NYPD headquarters in New York was in chaos. From last night to early morning, they received countless calls to the police.
Now the specific situation has been almost calculated. During that period, at least eight vicious cases occurred in New York, killing at least 25 people.
The human tissue of fourteen people was shoveled out of a warehouse in New York Harbor. Yes, it was shoveled out by forensic scientists.
Someone used directional mines to kill the members of the Hanguo Gang in the port.
This incident even alarmed people from the Department of Homeland Security, which means that the commander-in-chief has paid attention to it, and now the NYPD's Orange Chief has almost lost all his hair.
Of course, the FBI had already intervened in the case. Luke Hobbs didn't sleep all night. He looked at the photos of the crime scene and was basically sure that a group of people had done it.
These people have undergone strict military training and are well-equipped. Although they are noisy, their actions are very accurate and cautious.
These dead people were obviously disposed of according to the plan. After the killings, incendiary bombs and gasoline were used to set fires. Not even bullet casings were left at the scene, let alone other traces.
Now we can only see if we can find any clues from the remains of the explosives.
What Hobbes is now confused about is why these people did it in such a big way and let everyone in New York know about it when they could do it silently.
"Luke," an FBI colleague knocked on the glass door of Hobbs' office, "the identification results of the explosives have come out."
Hobbes stood up from his chair and watched the other party hand over a document with a complicated expression.
"We found the target based on the number on the explosive debris, but it should be lying in an army warehouse in Kandahar now."
"WTF?" Hobbes took the file and looked through it, and then he knew that this matter was in big trouble.
They could only report this matter to their superiors. Hobbes was not stupid. This matter involved the military, and he knew very well what those military masters could do.
Reconnecting with the hottest news from before, the Pierce family foundation is suspected of reselling arms together with the military. Hobbes has already smelled the smell of conspiracy.
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Vice President Robert Stanton just put down the phone, and his people at the CIA told him two things.
The first is that Percy asked him for information on the Nightshade Project before, but the CIA told him that there was no such plan at all, let alone any information.
The second thing is what happened last night. The FBI has found out that the source of the explosives is probably related to the Pierce Foundation.
As a competitor within the bracket, no matter what the facts are, this time is definitely a very good opportunity to attack the opponent.
Percy did a good job. The vice president was very satisfied with this cooperation. He had already attributed it to the other party.
It's just that he didn't pay attention to the Nightshade Project. Maybe Percy remembered it wrong or the level of the Nightshade Project was too high and his people couldn't reach it.
In short, now is the perfect time to deal with Madeleine, and everything else must give way to this matter.
He picked up the landline and asked his secretary to prepare the car. He was going to meet a few people.
Madeline Pierce on the other side also received the news, which caught her very off guard.
"This is most likely done by Percy and the others. We have reliable information that he cooperated with the Vice President."
During this period, Amanda has been helping the other party clean up some of the Pierce Foundation's mess, and it has almost been cleaned up.
At this point in time, the Pierce family has once again been pushed to the forefront, and the biggest suspect must be the vice president.
And the person who handles it doesn't think about other people at all.
After hanging up the phone, Amanda looked at Sean Pierce sitting in front of her, "Now it looks like we really need to deal with Percy."
Sean Pierce, who had a serious face, also looked at the other person, this woman whom he could barely conceal his disgust.
"There is no accurate evidence that Percy did it."
"Some things don't require evidence at all. We all know what Percy will do and the destructive power he has, don't we?"
Sean Pierce understood that this woman was eager to solve her own serious problem.
"Besides, Sean, you are not my inspector now."
Sean Pierce took a deep breath and said, "That's right, Ms. Amanda, just do what you want."
He has not forgotten that he is not here to fight for power with the other party. He is now the nail in the door. As long as he finds the right opportunity, he can cooperate with the Secret Service to win this place.
As for dealing with Percy, just think of using each other, that guy is also a great threat.
Sean walked to his previous seat, and relevant news was still being reported on the screen in front of him.
Then again, he still thought that this case had nothing to do with Percy.
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Langley, Virginia.
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In a truck, Nikita clearly put makeup on herself and put some kind of material on her face, which changed her appearance to a certain extent.
The same goes for Frank Moses, who even added a wig to himself.
If Xu Chuan saw it, he would probably laugh himself to death.
"Are you sure we can get in successfully?"
Frank expressed doubts about today's action, "I still think my method should be used."
"Using the identity information and access key provided to you by the Russians?" Nikita said with a sarcastic face, "How long has it been since you returned to Langley? Do you think this was twenty years ago?"
This time they planned to sneak into the CIA headquarters in Langley and find information that could incriminate Robert Stanton from the secret database.
Frank just smiled in the face of the other party's ridicule, "You are right, I have indeed not been back for many years."
After getting out of the truck, both of them were wearing smart suits. Frank seemed to look much younger after putting on makeup.
And Nikita was carrying a briefcase, dressed like a secretary.
The two people walked towards the door of the CIA headquarters one after another.
"Your ID card", Nikita handed Frank an ID with his photo.
"Can this thing let us in?" Frank took the ID in his hand and glanced at it.
"Of course not." Nikita didn't say much. This certificate was just a cover, and the focus was on the backdoor that Birkhoff had implanted in the CIA system.
Frank shrugged and walked straight towards the door.
Of course, the CIA would have security checks. After strictly checking the belongings of the two people, Frank placed the ID card in the identification area without much confidence.
After waiting for almost five seconds, the security door finally opened, and the security personnel indicated that he could pass.
Nikita followed and did the same thing.
"Is this what you call high technology?"
Frank adjusted his shirt, he was still a little nervous just now.
"Ha." Nikita pushed up the glasses on her face. There was no way Birkhoff needed to tamper with the data in real time, not only the ID but also the facial recognition.
"Where are we going now?"
After coming in, you need to listen to Frank's arrangements. Nikita really doesn't know where the secret archive is.
"It is located thirty meters underground and stores all information that cannot be disclosed or destroyed."
Frank found a special elevator with ease, "I hope your technical support can help us reach our destination smoothly."
Nikita rested his right hand on his glasses. This small thing integrated a communication module. Birkhoff could see the current situation through a miniature camera and accurately locate their position.
"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon."
Birkhoff's headquarters at Umbrella is connecting to Langley's server via satellite. Due to data transmission, there will be a delay of 3-5 seconds.
Not long after, the elevator door opened smoothly and the two of them walked in. Their fingerprints and irises were required to be verified, but it was obvious that it was impossible for them to pass.
"alright."
Birkhoff and his team quickly found the elevator control program and passed the verification using the legal identity in the database.
"You have to hurry up. I need to clean up all the traces, otherwise it will be easy for the other party to catch the tail."
If the energy that has been wasted for a long time can only be used once, and it is used on other people's affairs, their big boss will definitely be unhappy.
Nikita did not speak. After the elevator door closed, communication would definitely be interrupted. Although Birkhoff could watch them through the CIA's surveillance, communication was out of the question.
This elevator goes down quickly and there are no floor indicators inside.
It didn't take long to reach the bottom after a distance of more than thirty meters.
In front of you is a metal door, and the button on the side indicates that it is a combination lock, and it is not connected to the Internet.
Frank walked to the door and touched the frame of the fixed door with his hand. "These bastards have never changed the building materials here. I don't know who came up with the idea of fixing a security door with gypsum board."
However, this is 30 meters underground. Under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that anyone will be able to break through here.
As Frank spoke, he raised his leg and kicked a big hole in the door frame, which stunned Nikita, who was taking out a small lock-picking tool.
"All right……"
After watching the other party short-circuit the line and successfully open the door, Nikita had nothing to say.
Behind the door was a long and narrow passage, and Frank walked in first, "Don't worry, you can tell just by looking at that damn door, they haven't changed anything here."
Further back is a fence door. Behind the door sits a gray-haired old man, sitting there reading a newspaper.
Nikita frowned, she really didn't expect there was a door here.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the gatekeeper who was old enough to be his grandfather, the other party had already raised his head and saw Frank Moses.
"Oh, Mr. Moses?"
The old man took off his reading glasses, squinted at the two people, and then stood up in surprise and opened the gate.
"Henry, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The two hugged each other warmly, and then Frank said, "I need information about Guatemala in 1981."
"Guatemala?" The old man named Henry thought for a moment, then replied with a smile, "No problem, I know what you are talking about."
As the only data manager here, many things are stored in his mind, and the data here will never be placed on electronic devices.
Soon, a very shabby folder was placed in front of Frank.
Frank opened the folder, which contained satellite photos and photos of the scene. In one of them, young Robert Stanton was clearly listed.
"Thank you, Henry." Frank shook hands with the other party gratefully, "They may punish you."
But this old man didn't care at all, "Punish me? Not many people nowadays know what is stored here, and they dare not touch me."
Frank laughed. The man in front of him may be the only person in the CIA who wants to work until he dies of natural causes. If he can do this, he doesn't need to worry about it at all.
Frank and Nikita returned the same way, but Frank didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
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At the same time, CIA Director George Blake was in his office, with his right-hand man sitting in front of his desk.
Hex, who had been performing missions in the Middle East, was recruited back by him.
"How was your rest?"
George Blake looked at Hex who looked impatient with a smile on his face.
"When can I go back?" She had just returned to the United States for two days, and she was already missing the dry weather.
The hustle and bustle of the city made it impossible for her to sleep. The irritating feeling of not knowing what to do could really drive her crazy.
"Not yet." George Black shook his head. He knew very well that Hex suffered from severe PTSD, but he was worried about whoever he left the matter to.
Then he picked up the phone on the table and told the assistant outside to let another person in.
This is a young white man in his early thirties, tall and energetic, with neatly combed hair.
After entering, he stood aside politely.
"This is William Cooper, Hex. I hope you two can cooperate for a while."
Hex sat on the chair and didn't even look at the other person.
"Who are you going to kill again this time?"
George Black pushed a piece of information in front of her nonchalantly, "A lot of people may be killed this time."
This information is about that organization. Although the commander-in-chief has handed over the command to him, the power of action has been given to the Secret Service.
It's not like he couldn't trust the Secret Service, but he just felt that some things should be kept in his own hands.
"William, do you remember that Sean Pierce?", he looked at William Cooper and asked.
The young man who had been silent until now reacted, "Sean? Of course you remember that we serve in the same army."
"It contains his contact information. He has penetrated into this organization. You will be our liaison."
"Hex, there is a special operations team under your command, ready to attack at any time."