The next day!
"Bang --"
Mark, who was startled by a commotion, grabbed the Collock eighteen pistol on the coffee table in an instant.
Baozhu Jiumei emerged with a moan.
Glancing at the empty wine glass that Mark had kicked down, it flickered with a red light and said helplessly, "Mark, remember that in this universe, I am here, and no one can kill you."
Mark glanced at the pearl floating in front of him, revealing a silent mockery.
Without hesitation, he took off his suit jacket and glanced at time, saying, "Why didn't you show up when I was surrounded by vampires and werewolves?"
"A scumbag is not worthy of sympathy," Jiumei snorted coldly. "A scumbag who steps on two boats is not worthy of sympathy."
Mark shook his head speechlessly and took off his suit pants.
"... Rogue!" Jiumei screamed as she saw this, and once again hid in Mark's sea of gods!
Mark endured the sound of his nails scratching through the glass and walked into the bathroom on his own.
Prepare to wash up and prepare for the first day of work in the best condition!
After struggling for thirty years, Mark finally sat in the position of the third in command of the FBI's New York office.
It has to be said that one has achieved success and fame!
The selling price of this apartment under Mick's feet alone is now as high as $13 million.
Located in Midtown Manhattan, New York, three blocks ahead is the street where Stark Industries and Hammer Industries are located!
The United Nations is located two streets below.
The space area is over 600 square meters!
Luxury facilities, rooftop infinity swimming pool, panoramic view of Manhattan, aerial bridge swimming pool, unlimited luxury, super large gym, rock climbing, lounge... all in one!
Corruption?
Corruption is impossible in this lifetime. To be frank, most of Mark's salary over the years has been used to pay the annual property tax.
As for the origin of this apartment.
Mark said that it was still the biggest investment he made while attending Yale University!
As for the specifics... hehe!
Anyway, the dozen or so gangs in New Haven are still searching for the robbers who disappeared after robbing them for three years.
It is said that the current bounty amount has reached as high as one million US dollars.
There's no way!
At the beginning, Mark, who was carrying a huge student loan, had to learn to be self-reliant, right?
Mark is completely clueless about the ways of making money that are not included in criminal law!
Mark couldn't bear to do the money making method written into the criminal law!
It can only be called robbing the rich to help the poor as a way to enrich one's small treasury.
Fortunately, the National Taxation Bureau back then was far less advanced than it is now.
If it were for now, Mark would have bought this mansion as soon as possible, and the next day those guys from the IRS would have appeared in front of him!
Half loud!
Standing in front of the mirror, Markpo quietly looked at the tall figure in the image. The cutting technique of high-end suits is truly perfect. Wearing such a tall and elegant clothing, there is no sense of restraint on the body. The high-end fabric with a faint purple light in the black feels excellent.
And Mark, who was enveloped in all of this, appeared very elegant and heroic.
The handsome face, which was already as sharp as a knife and axe, also became quite attractive against the backdrop of this perfect outfit!
The feeling it gives is a bit arrogant, yet rigorous, upright and firm, in short, it is a very 'manly' feeling.
"You are professional... upscale... honest..."
scumbag
Mark, who was just about to put on his sunglasses, took a resentful look at the floating pearl and took a deep breath, saying, "Say it again, it was in high school. Did I have two feet when you were in college?"
"How many girlfriends have you changed in the past few years..." Jiumei stared at Mark with a flashing blue light!
Mark was taken aback, then his face turned black and he said, "It doesn't matter to you."
"Hehe..." Jiumei chuckled and after teasing Mark, she once again retreated.
Being teased by Ninth Sister, Mark's previously good mood suddenly dissipated.
"I'm telling you, I'm a rather emotional person."
"Hehe..."
"My ex girlfriend can form a big army!"
scumbag
"Believe it or not, I will perish with you!"
"Hehe..."
"... I don't believe it either!" Mark shrugged and pinned the standard pistol to his waist, including the Bureau of Investigation's waist tag, holding a car key.
The headquarters of the FBI in New York, located above Federal Square!
This place is named after the location of the federal government office building in New York.
Adjacent to Justice Square in New York on one side.
On one side, it is adjacent to Chinatown, echoing Wall Street and the World Trade Center.
Park the second-hand Chevrolet with a slightly rundown sky blue color in a dedicated parking space.
Mark, sitting in the driver's seat, let out a heavy breath.
Immediately, push open the car door!
This second-hand Chevrolet was also given to him by his vampire first love ex girlfriend.
Who knows when his manufacturing date is? Perhaps when this car came out, World War II had not even ended yet.
Anyway, it has been used now, except for the exterior that has not been replaced, almost all the parts inside have been replaced again.
This car can be said to have witnessed Mark's entire process from scratch.
Importance, second only to his rhubarb!
When Mark thought of rhubarb, his mood was once again not so good.
Just as I got off the car, I saw a blonde man in the same suit and leather shoes walking towards his position with sunglasses!
Jack Hutchinson can be said to be a student of the same period as Mark.
However!
Mark is now the chief agent, while Jack... is still a senior agent.
Jack is a typical American man with limbs as broad as those of a gorilla, standing in front of Mark.
Just like an undiminished ape!
"I'm still betting with Debbie how long you'll be late."
"What about the result?"
After hugging, Mark smiled and asked, while Jack pointed helplessly at a slightly petite woman who followed behind.
The expression on his face was full of pain and he said, "I lost to Debbie for three days of lunch."
Mark chuckled and patted Jack's shoulder, saying, "Bet with Debbie when you can win."
"Obviously, this opportunity will never come," Debbie said with a smile as she walked up to the two of them.
Then he hugged Mark and said, "When you were in college, you ranked first in your field. I didn't expect that your promotion speed would still be first. How about the beautiful scenery in the East?"
Open the trunk and just as I took out my bag, Jack got ahead of me.
Mark smiled and didn't say anything. After hearing Debbie's words, he thought for a moment and said, "You know, after all, the East has a history of five thousand years."
"... you didn't leave the embassy much, did you?" Debbie looked at Mark tightly with a pair of beautiful eyes!
"Yes, I didn't go out once," Mark said indifferently!
Debbie smiled slightly and looked at Jack!
Jack looked at Mark with a bankrupt expression on his face, took out a ten dollar knife from his pocket, and handed it to Debbie!
"..." Mark!