Rivera's "one hundred thousand US Dollar" request was quickly approved.
It's just money, right?
A convincing face drawn on a piece of worthless paper.
What the Governor's Mansion cared about was how many people were still hiding in their own domain.
Spies...
Without evidence, it's tough to believe that a pancake stall guy by the roadside is actually an agent, uh... especially those who claim they've been at it for seven or eight years but lack the skills. It's obvious there's something fishy.
Smack~
A black bag was thrown beside Rivera, and the other party couldn't wait to open it. He beamed with joy when he saw Franklin's ugly mug inside!
He happily kissed it without any regard for the glances of people around him.
"Can you tell us the intelligence now?"
"Of course!" Rivera laughed and nodded, handing over the prepared documents. The recipient was the Deputy Director of the news agency, Augustine Przybylski. He took a look and hardened his expression, "Are you sure?!"
