Chapter 1488 Xiao Qiao and Roosevelt

Xiao Qiao shook her head, "No, I have a friend who used to work under him and he praised him highly, but that was many years ago. Are you familiar with it?"

"I am not responsible for his case." Wesley said lightly, "I don't have enough authority."

"Fuck, there are cases that you, Mr. Wesley, don't have enough authority for?" Xiao Qiao was surprised. Wesley had such a great background and personality, and he looked like he would fight if he didn't accept it. Although he was always low-key, he was very high-profile in his work. There were cases that he couldn't touch.

Wesley was slightly dissatisfied with her address and said lightly, "My identity was top secret in the files. It was not until the past two years that it slowly surfaced. Even so, the people who knew about it inside, except General Taylor, the Ministry of Defense and the Senate, were the CIA special department and Wuyoumen. Counter-terrorism knew that not everyone knew my identity. Besides, Roosevelt's affairs were not within my jurisdiction."

His main job was to be in charge of the overseas action team for counter-terrorism.

He would not intervene in domestic counter-terrorism most of the time.

Xiao Qiao took Wesley's box and sat on it, crossing her legs. "Why was he caught after so many years of fleeing?"

"He is the former head of the intelligence department of the CIA. He had planted a line inside the CIA long ago, but he has not been caught yet. He is familiar with all the secret locations and operating modes of the CIA. It is not so easy to catch him. The Navy SEALs and a CIA member have been responsible for hunting him down. He was only locked in City C a week ago. We are just hitchhiking, so mind your own business."

"I don't want to care about it anyway!" Xiao Qiao snorted coldly, "Except for your beauty, there is nothing on this plane that is worth my attention."

As soon as the voice fell, a bulletproof escort car slowly stopped. Xiao Qiao yawned and watched six agents press down a middle-aged man with handcuffs and leg shackles. He was wearing an orange prisoner's uniform, with sparse hair. He looked energetic, puffy, and had the typical American shrewdness in his eyebrows. His eyes were shrewd and mean, and the whole person gave people a gloomy feeling.

This gloom is different from Lu Bai's gloom.

At least, Lu Bai is handsome. When he is gloomy, he has a neurotic feeling, more like a sickly beauty.

There was a clang behind him, and Wesley turned around and saw the small box that Xiao Qiao never left fall to the ground. Xiao Qiao cursed and bent down to pick it up. Wesley frowned. The box in Xiao Qiao's hand was her lifeblood. How could it fall to the ground so easily and make such a big noise?

The CIA agent was a young woman named Julie, about 30 years old, capable and refreshing, tall and beautiful. She smiled and greeted Wesley. It was the first time they met. Julie had heard of Wesley for a long time and was very warm. Wesley's nature made him react coldly. This was someone else's case, not his, and he was indifferent. Roosevelt and Anderson's friendship had nothing to do with him. He remembered that after the incident, his parents talked about him, but they had not been in touch for many years. They were on different paths and gradually drifted away.

Julie ordered someone to escort Roosevelt onto the plane. Roosevelt glanced at Wesley deliberately, "Anderson's son?"

Wesley nodded, and Roosevelt smiled meaningfully, "I remember Anderson only had you as his son."

"Yes!"

"What a pity."

"Stop talking nonsense, get on the plane!" An agent urged from behind. Roosevelt got on the plane slowly. Before getting on the plane, he took a deep breath of fresh air. The sun shone on his face, and he actually felt a kind of enjoyment and tranquility. "You should get more sun."

Julie chatted with Wesley warmly. As a hitchhiker this time, Wesley did not show too much alienation. He politely said to Julie to wait a moment and walked towards Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao sat on his box without any reaction. The box was placed at her feet. She turned her back to them and the plane, looking into the distance. Wesley came up and frowned slightly, "Let's get on the plane."

"Hey, beautiful major, I'm enjoying the scenery." Xiao Qiao smiled like a flower, nothing unusual, just yawned out of boredom. Wesley looked down at the box under her feet.

His face was normal, nodded, and dragged the box away. Xiao Qiao simply sat on the box and let Wesley push it. She looked like a boyfriend doting on his girlfriend. Julie took a look and was slightly surprised. She and Joy were very close. She remembered that Joy and Wesley were a couple.

"Who is this?"

"Xiao Qiao, the leader of Wuyoumen!" Wesley introduced, "Julie, the inspector of the intelligence department of the CIA."

"Hello." Julie said with a smile.

"Hey, beautiful lady." Xiao Qiao likes beautiful ladies, male or female. "You are so beautiful. That is Roosevelt. This is the first time I have seen him. I have heard of his name for a long time."

"You didn't know him before?"

"No." If he knew him, that would be great.

Julie smiled, and several people got on the plane.

Roosevelt was locked in a small prison at the tail of the plane. This was a plane specially used by the CIA for extradition. There were several small prisons for prisoners, and it had been renovated. The cabin was very wide and the seats were spacious. There was no problem lying down. Xiao Qiao closed her eyes and rested as soon as she got on the plane, pretending to be like "I want to rest and no one should disturb me." Wesley sat next to her and frowned slightly.

Something was wrong.

If Xiao Qiao hadn't been stalking him during this period, maybe he wouldn't have such a clear feeling. Xiao Qiao is the kind of girl who can tease him at every opportunity, whether it's true, false, or exciting, at least around him, Xiao Qiao Joe has always been a bitch-tongued, and there's no way he'd start acting cool as soon as he got on the plane. Just now while waiting for the plane, she was still in the mood to chat with him.

Even if it was Joy, she wouldn't be embarrassed if Colin was around, let alone Julie.

What's up with her?

As a senior undercover agent, Wesley's observation and insight are first-rate. He can be said to be the top player in the world. Because of this, he has a bad feeling in his heart.

Julie has heard about Wesley for a long time, but unfortunately she has never worked together. She always hears her good friend Joy constantly praising him, which can be said to be full of praise. Julie has always been curious.

This Wesley is much younger than she thought.

Quite calm.

As for Xiao Qiao next to him, he is very flamboyant.

The two of them are one with fire, one with ice, one with silence and the other with movement, they match each other very well.

Wesley had no interest in this case and would not ask about Roosevelt. Julie was also a very measured person and would not ask Wesley what he was doing in City C. The two of them talked about the recent military holiday in a tacit understanding. All kinds of interesting things.

Wesley looked sideways at Xiao Qiao. She was sitting on the sofa next to the window, stretching her legs. The sunlight fell on her face through the window, as if it fell on a ball of frost that could not be melted.

This is the female agent in Wesley's impression.

Indifference, alienation.

A domineering attitude that says, “I have the ability, so I have the temper.”

Xiao Qiao suddenly opened his eyes, and Julie asked with a smile, "Xiao Qiao, are you very sleepy? Did you not get a good rest at night?"

"Yeah, very sleepy." Xiao Qiao said with a smile, "I'm going to wash my face."

She walked to the back of the plane. The bathroom on the plane was not small. Xiao Qiao held the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. It was hatred that could not be concealed. She closed her eyes suddenly and veins in her hands bulged.

She washed her face and walked to the small prison. Two agents were guarding him. Xiao Qiao said, "I have two things I want to talk to him. Is it convenient?"

The two agents knew that she was someone close to Wesley, but in fact, except for Julie, no one from the SEAL team knew Wesley. Xiao Qiao took out his ID and said, "I am from the secret organization Wuyoumen of the FBI's anti-terrorism department. Sect Master, you don’t have to worry about me. This person is related to a case that I, the Wuyou Sect, are investigating. I want to ask him a few words."

This was obviously against the rules. The two agents were very hesitant. One of them looked at the other tall man with brown eyes. Xiao Qiao turned to him, with a smile like a flower, hooked his neck, exhaled like a blue, and squeezed his little vest. The career line he showed could attract people's attention in an instant. Xiao Qiao stroked his chest with one hand and said, "Brother, it's just a few words. It only takes a few minutes. It won't hinder you from doing things."

The agent was blown away by her, and his bones were all numb.

Xiao Qiao himself is an existence that attracts men.

Exuding sexiness from hair to toes.

Except for Wesley, the charisma was unmatched.

"Okay, it can't take too long." The male agent's voice trembled.

Xiao Qiao quickly let him go and entered the small prison.

The cage of the small prison has a special fingerprint lock, is surrounded by copper walls and iron walls, and is guarded, so there is no way to escape. Roosevelt did not expect anyone to come, and looked at Xiao Qiao, a young and beautiful girl, neatly dressed, and... charming A domineering face. This face was slightly familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. Roosevelt thought to himself that when she was eleven or twelve years old, this girl must be the most fresh and budding age. He liked girls of this age best.

"Back then, I once sent you a message. Feng shui has changed. I didn't expect that it has only been ten years and you have moved to my house so soon." Xiao Qiao twisted his wrist, with a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

She stood with her hands behind her hands, standing in front of Roosevelt, with a frost on her usually domineering and enchanting face.

"Do we know this agent?" Roosevelt asked.

Xiao Qiao's face was as cold as frost, like a solid ice pick that instantly pierced his chest. He was cold from head to toe. He had an unknown premonition, but he was still calm, well-informed, and calm. Will get into trouble. He tried hard to recall whether he had met Xiao Qiao, but he had no memory at all. Such a charming girl must have a photographic memory.

Xiao Qiao's long trench coat looked out of place in the cabin, but it made her extremely domineering, "Mr. K, noble people forget things. I have been looking for you all these years, but I didn't expect that you are the former intelligence director of CIA."

As soon as this title came out, Roosevelt changed his face slightly, "Who are you?"