Section 356
In just half a minute.
The sniper shot every five seconds, and five FBI executives, including Jonathan, the senior executive deputy director of the FBI, were killed on the spot.
Shouldn't one shot every five seconds be six shots?
In the last shot, Zhou Chen's sniper bullet smashed the "plaque" on the certificate of the FBI headquarters.
What's the use of just killing people?
It's too small, the pattern is too small.
Zhou Chen's revenge is not only to kill people, but also to slap their faces.
Sooner or later, you will pay for what you have done.
Since the FBI has no shame.
Zhou Chen will personally peel off their skin.
"Have a good journey, I will burn paper money for you."
Zhou Chen stood up, "May there be no FBI in heaven, Amen!"
...
One hour later.
Longguo lives in the Sam country embassy.
FBI Director Christopher personally visited and met with the Longguo ambassador.
"2.7 Dragon Country, isn't that a bit too much? Do you want to start a war?"
"That's exactly what we Dragon Country want to ask. Does Sam Country want a war?"
The Dragon Country Ambassador and the FBI Director stared at each other coldly.
For a while.
"We will find him and make him pay the price."
"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. Instead, I want to ask you FBI, what exactly does it mean to take away our Dragon Country's interpol and a lawyer? I am now warning you FBI on behalf of Dragon Country that if something happens to them, Sam Country will pay the price."
"Humph!"
Christopher snorted coldly, stood up and left.
He walked out of the Dragon Country Embassy and got into a bulletproof car under the escort of the agent.
Now he is in no mood to go back to the FBI headquarters.
Because of the madness and revenge of a certain Dragon Countryman.
Christopher is scared! .
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Christopher is indeed scared.
Because he had never seen such rampant Dragon people.
Aren't you a country of etiquette?
Aren't you peace-loving?
Aren't you developing stably?
Three hours ago, were the people who shot and killed five executives at the gate of the FBI with sniper rifles Dragon people?
This can no longer be described as rampant, it can be described as completely crazy.
Etiquette? Peace? Stability?
I don't believe you!
Christopher, sitting in the car, took a deep breath.
The CIA has already taken action.
The 16-man Navy SEAL team is the best answer.
Then other agencies, I think they can't sit still, right?
Interests are what Sam people desire most.
For the sake of interests, when talking about countries, let alone friendship, sometimes even family affection can be ignored.
Christopher really doesn't believe that when the five major intelligence agencies of Sam join forces.
Can a Dragon person still turn the world upside down and fight against a superpower?
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Christopher saw the incoming call, his face changed, and he quickly answered, "Hello."
27 "Where do I need something?" A cold and plain voice sounded.
"There was a little accident, I will help you get what you want as soon as possible."
Christopher held the phone with a smile.
Who could imagine that the controller of the FBI would be so humble.
Humble?
No, even President Sam is just a pawn in the hands of some people.
The so-called Sam country is also just a tool in the hands of some people.
"Remember that year, I helped you become the director of the FBI?"
After a little silence, the other party's voice was extremely cold.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Christopher's forehead.
When he was nominated as the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Senate passed it with 85 votes in favor and 4 votes against.
As for how those 85 votes came, Christopher knew better than anyone else.
"Find that Dragon countryman in five days and take back what belongs to me."
The other party's voice was very calm, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, please rest assured!" Christopher answered quickly.
The call ended.
Christopher put down the phone, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Five days?
He smiled bitterly.
Sam country is too big.
How difficult is it to find someone within five days?
Don't look at the FBI with four offices, eleven departments, and more than 20,000 staff.
But there are only more than 8,000 real field agents...
Christopher, who was a little headache, said to the driver, "Go back to my residence."
25 minutes later.
A certain area, the residential area of federal dignitaries.
There are up to 400 guards guarding here all day long.
And the people who live here are either rich or noble, with great power.
There are a total of 36 independent houses in the period.
Each house is also an independent safe house.
Its security level can defend against small missile attacks.
The bulletproof car drove into a villa courtyard and entered the parking lot.
The two business cars following behind stopped and ten agents got out.
Then they began to be alert to any movement outside the entire villa area...
Christopher dragged his tired body and walked into the villa.
This is not his home, but the residence of the FBI director.
The assassination incident that happened at the FBI headquarters today has already scared Christopher.
He now needs to release his own pressure and relax his mood.
A young and beautiful black maid in a maid outfit came over.
The moment he saw the black maid, Christopher's eyes became hot.
He returned to the room and soaked in the bathtub with the maid's help.
Christopher closed his eyes comfortably.
At this moment, he temporarily forgot his troubles and everything.
He just wanted to concentrate on enjoying himself.
Where is Lillian?
Christopher closed his eyes and frowned slightly.
It seems that he will have to change to a white maid in the future.
Suddenly.
Christopher wrinkled his nose and smelled a bloody smell.
His face changed instantly.
Because the bloody smell came from human blood.