Under a bridge in Los Angeles, Josh's car and weekend RV were parked there. One of them sat in the seat behind the passenger seat and the other was in the driving position. The two were talking in the two cars, looking like familiar old friends were chatting.≯.com

At this moment, there was a gloomy sky over Los Angeles, but the weather forecast said that there was no rain today.

He took off his sunglasses over the weekend and said calmly: "Josh, the case was solved. Yue Qing retaliated against the black gang in the 77th block. The weapon they used was m16. After identification by the forensic department, these weapons did not appear in the criminal records of the United States, nor were there any traces of the military used them. It is very likely that they were new guys. Therefore, by controlling Ruan Jing, you can find the source of the weapons sold. This is clue a; clue b is Old Colt. I have seen this person. His background is very complicated, but this complexity just meets the needs of the case. If you find a breakthrough in Ruan Jing, then the final direction must point to the Colt family. It is hard to say whether Little Colt has participated in this case. Anyway, after you catch Old Colt, you will have all the answers."

Speaking of this, I paused for a moment on the weekend: “Can I retire after success?”

Josh looked back at him in a suit and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going back to the Homicide Department. In addition, Yoda is not in good condition recently, so I want to accompany her." The weekend reminded: "When will we get the exemption?"

"In approval." Josh made his final effort and said, "Zhou, don't you think you are very suitable for the CIA?"

He moved his body a little and made his whole body face the weekend: "You don't miss the days when you partner with Chekov at all? You travel around the world with both literature and martial arts, and constantly obtaining intelligence as an agent. Don't you want to get this sense of accomplishment?"

"I can clearly promise you that even in the United States, there are only twenty special forces today in the United States. However, I can guarantee that there will be such a person around you at any time to ensure your safety."

Looking at him over the weekend, he asked lightly: "Can I refuse?"

Under the bridge, he once refused Josh on the weekend, then moved his SV, wiped Josh's car and fell out without any nostalgia.

He didn't even listen to Josh's next promise, such as a higher salary, a higher position, a higher confidentiality and the handsome identities of the agents in the movie.

Joshi shook his head and took out the phone and said, "No. 10, Yue Qing, Ruan Jing, he is the person who purchased military-style weapons. It is your mission to get evidence from him and control all those involved in the case. Ruan Jing and at least one of the co-camps cannot die. Do you understand?"

After hanging up the phone, Josh pressed the phone number in his mind again: "Norton, old Colt, who monitors the Colt family, everyone he has contacted must ensure that there is information to check. In addition, the attributes of this case are that they can spread downwards and not upwards, do you understand?"

"Idiot, am I not clear enough? If there is evidence of upward spread, I will deal with it myself!"

"I'll give it to you later."

...

Two days later, Old Colt didn't realize that he had been targeted. On the streets of Los Angeles, no matter where he appeared, a guy with the same stride and pace as him would glance at him from time to time in various identities. This person might be a man or a woman, sometimes, a young man passing by him, or a woman who was rushing to find a toilet.

These people are all called ‘Norton’.

However, they are not the agents who dare to reveal their identity as agents, nor are they the "military officers" of embassies in various countries. They are people wearing blue work clothes to enter other people's homes in the name of repairing water pipes or installing eavesdropping machines on the phone. These people are good at disguising, surveillance, and better at identifying similar people.

They are the eyes of the CIA, and No. 10 is the CIA's black hands.

In addition to these two types of people, the CIA also has a kind of person. Those people are active in the most chaotic corner of the world. No matter which country has armed forces, they will appear there with money, explain their purpose with a perfect tongue, and give money to countries where the United States does not want to maintain peace.

But in the end, this type of person is not in the Homeland Security Bureau. There is another type of person in the hands of the Homeland Security Bureau. This type of person is a specialist in handling the "black mission" in China. They are government cleaners, responsible for cleaning up all unstable factors. These people are only responsible for completing the order and ignore what the order is for. When the order is issued, they will directly take action to make people disappear. Even if the action is exposed, the target person must be terminated. Of course, after the task is exposed, they will always remain silent. The Homeland Security Bureau will immediately communicate with the police station handling the case. The head of the police station seals the files of the case and claims to the public that it is just a "robbery and murder case". In this kind of case, every citizen may see the criminal plead guilty and submit to the law. However, it is impossible for anyone to hear of such cases being sentenced in court.

Without these two departments fighting, no one knows who is higher or lower. However, the battle between these two departments is about to be born.

In the coffee shop in downtown Los Angeles, Old Colt and Mary sat in pairs in the cafe. They sat by the window, outside the window, and near the iron railings next to the sidewalk, a couple were kissing each other. When they were in love, they kept touching their feet.

Old Colt sat in the coffee shop and smiled at the young couple, looking at Mary and said, "I really envy these young people."

Mary responded funnyly: "What you envy is youth."

"You're right."

Old Colt smiled even happier. He was much crazy than these young couples when he was young.

While these two old men were talking, the radio frequencies floating in the air began to jump wildly, and among these frequencies, countless words were being conveyed quickly...

"Boss, how many days have we been with this old guy? He did almost nothing except taking that woman shopping."

"Shut up! Kiss your girl at the window!"

In the cafe, the man sitting in the seat reading the newspaper turned his back to Old Colt and said to the person opposite: "Boss, can you move them both inside? You can't have any good shows."
Chapter completed!