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k;~b?97a?%?94?8? Before, a woman's figure stepped into the door of a villa on the weekend. She was wearing a black professional outfit and a knitted scarf around her neck. I don't know if it was dyed white or if she was too worried about the white hair that turned white was shining under the light.⊙.⊙When this woman stood in front of the weekend, the first thing she did was beyond the expectations of the weekend. She actually used her index finger to lift her chin on the weekend and said at a steady speed: "I heard you want to talk?"

smooth.

I haven't seen anyone more stable than this woman in the United States for two years. Old Colt has developed the ability to be impatient because of too much life experience. But this woman, this woman in her fifties and nearly sixty, seems to have inherent stability, which makes people not doubt that even if the sky shakes and the earth moves, she will walk out of this collapsed house in all directions, regardless of whether there are pits ahead.

"I'll introduce myself, Stacey, Director of the Crisis Department of the Homeland Security Bureau, has been working for the CIA for the first thirty years of her career... Haha, Zhou, I know what your look means. When you look at me, you just think of 'Another agent who exchanges his body for intelligence'." The moment Stacy finished saying this, he said without feeling ashamed at all: "You're right, that's me, a person who doesn't know any skills required for fighting, shooting, computers and agents, has been rigged to this day with such unbearable skills in your mind, and the more you get, the higher the position."

Stacey looked at the weekend and withdrew her hand: "Is my level enough?"

A dangerous situation handling department?

I haven't heard of this department on the weekend, but just from the name of this department, the woman in front of me is probably very good at handling emergencies.

"I want to see the general himself."

He denied the woman's definition of negotiation because there were some things that the other party could not make decisions.

Stacey agreed very readily: "Yes."

"Where are your chips?"

This weekend I knew why this woman could appear in front of me. Her mind was too clear.

Stacey continued: "You can't let others throw in all the chips after shouting 'all-in' at the poker table, but you're just making a fuss, right?"

If she is trapped on weekends, from the perspective of fair transactions, even in the transaction of separation of money and goods, she will confirm through trusted people that there is no problem with the other party’s money or goods before going to the next step. However, this is different from the current transaction. Stacey cannot determine what she has on the weekend, and she is even more uncertain whether the agent of the previous agent has obtained the information he should get from Colt. In this case, a woman with special attributes cannot place bet blindly, and the bet will also be considered in detail.

Sitting in the chair on the weekend, he looked at Stacey and said, "Have you ever seen 'Stu Engo' lifting his trump card before the last card was issued when playing **********?"

"But in Stu Engo's card game, there are always a few cards you can see, and you can also calculate what kind of combinations will appear in the two trump cards in his hand, right?"

The game between a man and a woman begins. The most exciting thing about this game is to see who can stand the end and destroy the other party's game again and again. The first game has been broken on the weekend. This game is for Stacey to show what she has in her hands before confirming her cooperation. Once it is displayed on the weekend, then the woman will no longer have to cooperate with him, even if he only shows a copy. The Homeland Security Bureau will not be so kind that even though you know that you are holding their life gate, you still expect you to be kind.

"So how about this?"

A U disk was thrown over the weekend. This was something he took out from the study. The information stored in the U disk was the "golden finger" given to him before Joshi asked him to investigate the "military weapon outflow case", which is all the superficial information related to the "military weapon outflow case". These information was extremely sensitive. According to the agreement with Joshi on the weekend, he should delete it immediately after reading it. But..., from the beginning of Yoda's pregnancy and until he sat on this chair on the weekend, he did not have any hands to do this.

After Stacey took the USB drive, she walked into a black man in a big red suit. When the black man held the laptop and inserted the USB drive with the word Cia printed on the computer, she raised her head and looked at Stacey with shocked eyes: "Old witch, you probably have to see this thing yourself."

Stacey walked over, but she didn't expect a shocked expression on her subordinates' faces. When she walked to the black man and saw the information on the screen and the words on the U disk, the woman smiled and laughed happily.

“Hahahahaha…”

"Zhou, you are so interesting. I like you. Come and tell me where these things come from? You know that what I am talking about is not these information, but the internal U disk of the CIA, right?"

Of course, Stacey knew this U-Cell. She worked for the CIA. It was not until the establishment of the Bureau of Homeland Security that she was transferred to a brand new department with outstanding meritorious status.

But can I say it on the weekend?

Say that he investigated a case about the Coast Patrol Forces and was not hired by them at all, but the invitation of CIA agent Josh?

"The CIA people gave it to me. They not only gave me these things, but also set up a special bureau."

As I said on the weekend, I seemed very stupid to send the secret hidden behind him and the unexposed Josh to Stacey.

"Are you sure?"

Stacey took the computer and glanced at the black man beside her.

Gaba.

When the black man was free to get his hands and crossed his fingers and digged out, his bones made a 'crackling' sound. He walked towards the weekend again and again and again and said, "Two minutes, give me two minutes, I can let him spit out all the postures of his infant spitting."

Stacey stopped playing. When she arrived at this crisis, when she saw the enemy who was floating behind the scenes, she learned that they were facing not only a small star detective, but the CIA, the seriousness of this matter was self-evident.

So, Stacey planned to give up her original strategy and use violence to directly ask the weekend, who made him not have any training information on "interrogation and confrontation" in his resume? What's more, this oriental man has an extremely thin figure.

"Don't have to work hard." Before the black man in front of me took action on the weekend, he spoke first: "Two minutes is just a 'false time setting'. This is the usual method used by you agents. Once the 'false time' is set, the human function of the interrogator seems to have customized a countdown alarm clock, and people in my position will start counting down. But after two minutes, when we think we will hold back the last destruction, you will never stop, and will be even more fierce. This is to destroy a person's willpower."

Looking at Stacey over the weekend, he said, "Don't forget, I'm a policeman, and I will use this method to set up this kind of thing in the prisoner's key interrogation room, just to get all the information I want."

Instead of showing his trump card on the weekend, he turned off the opponent's trump card as soon as he made a move.

"Why listen to me tell me how about the cooperation conditions?" I stood up from my chair over the weekend and walked around the black man in a red suit standing in front of Stacey holding a computer: "Listen, I can help you kill Josh of the CIA, and give you old Colt's things, and you can be completely under your control throughout the process, and not ask for any conditions for myself. However, I ask to send my family abroad and give them one million dollars, and I must reply to it tomorrow at 8:00pm. That is the meeting time I agreed to meet with Josh. Please convey these words to those generals. One million dollars is not much, and sending a few people abroad to live with a brand new identity is not difficult for the DHS."

The man in a red suit turned around and looked at Stacey angrily: "Old witch, I want to beat him up, he doesn't seem to take me seriously."

Stacey sneered and looked at the weekend and responded, "Then what are you waiting for?"

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Like a giant chimpanzee black man, he swung his right hand from behind the weekend and punched the other person's cheek...
Chapter completed!