"Just one minute."

The general raised a finger and said very cautiously at the weekend: "I will only give you one minute."

He did not explain, and did not say that the DHS took over the weekend's family from the CIA to ensure their "safety", nor did he say that the weekend used so many guises to finally escape. At this time, the general began to take advantage of his absolute advantage, which was the threat of force.

"In a minute, if I get nothing, you're dead."

After hearing this sentence on the weekend, I slowly got up and responded: "What time is it now?"

He patted his pockets and proved that he didn't have a cell phone.

Stacey sighed, took out her phone and glanced at the time: "4:27 am."

"oh."

He nodded over the weekend, supported the desk smoothly with both hands, and said lightly: "General."

"I am a capable and unbacked policeman. In this case, I spent two years getting from the most ordinary patrolman, in this country where the police mortality rate can rank among the top ten in the world, and then I was notified by the so-called "high-level officials" I had never seen before, "Sorry, Officer Zhou, from today on, we plan not to take you to play."

A sneer appeared on his face: "Do you know what happened more times in my career? It's not injury, it's suspension."

"Since the day I became a policeman, I have been suspended almost every six months. All of them - he - mom - are because of office politics. But what's the result? I endure it like every ordinary person, using your rules to win your recognition. I thought this was the way you could accept it."

"I succeeded." Looking straight at the general's face over the weekend: "But I still have to be suspended. Not only will I be suspended, but I also become cannon fodder!"

"What does it have to do with me if the military-standard weapon outflow case? What does it have to do with me if you get nearly $150 million in kickbacks from Colt? I don't want to know at all if you share the money with a few people."

"I just want to ask, why do you think you have to be what you say? Is it because your butt is sitting in an office bigger than others?"

I looked at Stacey on the weekend and then at the black man: "No, at least this doesn't work for me."

"Don't you stop taking me to play anymore? Then - he - mom - no one can play!"

"Do you know why Josh forced me to death? Because he was counting on taking these things to Washington to flatter CIA No. 1, but there was no case in the entire CIA."

I sat down again on the weekend, thought for a while, and said, "With the CIA's ability, I have to do my best to find out Old Colt, and I have to wait until you send someone to kill him? Josh is using the greatest power within his power to use this information to complete his promotion. This is what I figured out when I cut Josh's flesh off his body with one knife. In other words, the CIA's threat to me is not the giant sword held by the giant's hand, but a parasite in the giant's pores is grinning at me."

"God General, then, after Josh's death, my enemies are all you and the entire Homeland Security Bureau."

After thinking about it carefully, the weekend finally found the key point in Josh's step by step.

This is not a secret operation organized by the CIA, or with the ability of the CIA, it is impossible for him to crack such a case to be able to use his weekend.

A task force, a summary of information, an investigation of the Colt family and the secret data Josh gave can be answered. Don’t forget that the CIA is not a department that acts on evidence!

But what is the result?

Except for Josh who used his power to give gold fingers again and again to help find out the case on the weekend, nothing happened. But Josh has been biting this since he investigated the British sniper. Isn't this strange? If it were the CIA, it would have ended up with Connors on the weekend, who would have given you a chance to seek justice?

I don't believe that after the CIA took action, Old Colt could still hide things. If someone really wanted to investigate, I'm afraid Duo Ke would corpse on the street the next day. This guy would hand over the most powerful shield even if he broke a toe. What's more, the CIA people didn't let Old Colt hold the handle...

As for the Ministry of Defense’s instructions... I’m afraid Josh’s declaration will allow anyone who has been defined as a ‘spy’ to be investigated. Don’t forget that he is the CIA’s own person.

After thinking through all this, I hated Josh even more on weekends. He would either kidnap his family, disturb himself again and again, or rush over like a ghost. The whole thing might not be so complicated, and he might still be a policeman.

Now it's OK!!

"you!"

The general stared at the eyes and pointed at the weekend with his index finger. He wanted to eat him at that moment!

That's right, before Josh died on the weekend, he had to take advantage of this guy's death, which was completely hating him, because Josh was still lying to him at the critical moment of his life, burning the fire on the entire CIA, and even putting the melting point on the CIA No. 1 wave SS. It was just to speed up his promotion...

"How long has it been?"

On the weekend, he also pointed his index finger at Stacey, but he didn't look over.

“4:28.”

Stacey didn't know how she could answer this question.

He nodded on weekends and reminded: "General, it's time for one minute."

After saying this, he sat down: "I said before that someone has to pay the price for it."

"General, do you think I will really give you something?"

"Where do you think I, a person who is in Los Angeles, would hide things?"

"Why do you think Yoda must escape after getting such generous conditions?"

“Isn’t it still 'someone has to pay for it’?”

The general looked at the weekend and could no longer keep calm and said, "You mean!"

"Of course, I only have one home left in this world. My family is the person I trust the most. They will keep causing trouble for me and cause trouble endlessly, but in this world, they will not betray me. Who do you think I will give me something?"

"I handed everything to Roger and asked him to mail out the things after I left Yoda went to pick them up. The address was filled in the villa and mailed them to himself. Then the mailman would put the things into the mailbox at the doorstep. This is why you can't find any trace after I left the villa."

"So, after Roger met Yoda, they already had a tacit understanding, that is, to get rid of the tracking of the Homeland Security Bureau as soon as possible, return to the villa, and get back the things!"

"Now, things are in my women's hands. After dawn, these things may appear in the mailboxes of major media magazines, or in the presidential mailbox in Wharton, or to the anti-corruption department. However, the person who decides where these things will go is or you, my general, it depends on whether I can get out of here."

When Stacey heard this, she immediately understood: "You can't let him go!"

The woman stood up: "General, letting him go is the most dangerous thing. Only when all the people related to this matter are destroyed, he and his family are safe. That is to say, whether you can walk out of the military camp on the weekend, that thing will appear in the media."
Chapter completed!