Chapter 1263 Don't Hold Grudges

In a special administrative region of the Eagle Country, on a certain avenue, the office of the Headquarters of the Eagle Country Intelligence Bureau is located here. Although there is a signboard of a certain security company hanging outside it, it is only a superficial cover. The people who really work in it are actually the agents of the Eagle Kingdom.

Although Justin, the director of the Intelligence Bureau, disagreed with the implementation of the Young Eagle Plan, it was an instruction from the big man above, and he could not disobey it. Although some people joked that the big shots above are just the rubber stamps of the chaebols, whatever the big shots of the chaebols say, the top will do whatever they want.

But that was just a joke after all. That's right, the big shot is indeed the spokesperson of the chaebols, but the big shot still holds absolute power after all. After all, this is unquestionable in terms of legal principles, even the most powerful owner of the big chaebol dare not openly challenge his authority. They can only engage in various small tricks in private, using people from various factions to empty him.

But now this one, he has reached an agreement with various chaebols, and it is estimated that his remaining years will be very stable. As a little bureau chief, don't touch his bad luck.

Don't watch a few Hollywood movies and think that a small bureau chief can compete with a big man, that's impossible. Even if he is his idol, Hoover, who used to claim to cover the sky with one hand, was not restrained in the end, and he wanted to go to the highest position in order to gain more power.

so……

"I don't care about my affairs. They can do whatever they want in East Asia. I still have one year to serve, and I will retire next year." Justin stood in the office on the 40th floor, passing through the huge The floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the bustling city below. Standing here once gave him a sense of power, but now he only feels that his power is a joke.

"Let's have a sandwich for lunch." Justin didn't have any appetite, he just wanted to wait for a good news from East Asia, so that at least he could have a comfortable dinner.

"At least let me eat better at night. There should be news back this afternoon." Justin said to himself, and it seemed to be self-comforting: "It shouldn't be a problem to send out so many people, right? .”

Speaking of these words, he called the secretary at the front desk: "Buy me two beef sandwiches, the sandwich made with wagyu beef across the street. Yes, I know that a piece costs 100 eagles, and it is a public account." Reimbursement. Hmm."

It's normal for the chief of intelligence to have a simple lunch like a sandwich and spend some public money, nothing wrong with that, is there?

Justin sat on the leather chair and played with his thumb, waiting for the secretary to bring back his wagyu sandwich.

Five minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Justin glanced at his blond, blue-eyed and hot secretary Monica. She was wearing a slim suit uniform and a hip-wrapping skirt on her lower body.

Maybe get some exercise before lunch? Exercise helps digest food, yes, that's what my doctor told me.

"Monica, leave the sandwich alone, you..."

"No sandwiches, Mr. Commissioner. But there's something."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a sandwich, you can eat it later, when you..."

"Didn't you hear that I said something important? Pig brains?!" Rarely, this obedient and strictly trained female agent secretary suddenly became furious. She rushed over and grabbed Justin's tie like she was pulling her own Teddy. Monica pulled Justin out of the chief's room and threw him into the elevator.

"Hey! I'm the director! You can't do this to me!" Justin felt his neck was about to be torn off by Monica.

Monica looked at him coldly: "It won't be soon, let's see what stupid things you do, pig!"

Ding~ The elevator has reached the seventeenth floor. This floor is the rest area for agents and staff. There are gymnasium, cafeteria, spa, indoor garden and coffee shop. It is a place to relax between work.

However, the most empty place on the 17th floor (canteen) is now full of people. Hundreds of people are watching the central area of ​​the canteen, and many people rushed over from all floors.

The crowd here was completely surrounded, and some people stood on tables and chairs, trying to see clearly what was going on inside.

Justin was a little annoyed: "What are you doing?! The government doesn't pay your wages to watch you during working hours. You have your own work to do!"

Justin broke free from Monica's restraints, and he pushed through the crowd. He gradually realized that something was wrong, because some of the agents in the crowd looked haggard, some had red eyes and looked like they were crying, and some gritted their teeth as if they had experienced some deep hatred.

The further you go inside, the more intense the emotions of those agents, and many of them look at themselves with something wrong.

Justin was not urging the agents to work now, and when he squeezed into the front row, he finally saw clearly what the agents were looking at.

head! The heads of more than two hundred people were neatly placed on the countertop made up of eight long dining tables. Some of those heads were terrified, some had dead faces, some were at a loss, and some were dead.

They stood on the dining table, looking in all directions, making people shudder.

What is even more frightening and cruel is that at both ends of the long table, two people who had their limbs cut off, their eyes gouged out, and their tongues were cut off were making sounds like human sticks.

"Ah, ah, baba, baba~"

Just like a sand sculpture netizen can only make the sound of aba aba after being fed with the potion of reducing intelligence, these two sticks can only pronounce in this way. But their aba aba didn't make people feel cute, only scary.

"What's going on?! Who did it? Who are these people?!" It is impossible for Justin to know every agent. He doesn't know who these heads and two sticks are.

But the two survivors, one Huang Zefeng and the other Zhou Ting, could hear Justin's voice, so they could only utter louder: "Abaa Bababa!" It seemed to be calling for help, but the voice There is anger in it, and it may be yelling: why are you not dead yet? !

Faced with the director's questioning, an agent pointed to the middle of the long table, where a white sign was written in blood with a large line [People-if-invade-me, hundred-repay. 】

Justin read this line five times. Yes, he knew all the words above, but what does it mean to connect them together?

"Who can tell me, what is written on it?!" Justin really couldn't read the English on the white sign.

An agent whispered: "If anyone offends me, I will pay back a hundredfold. The people who wrote this line don't understand English, they wrote it according to their own grammar."

"So who are these people?" Justin looked at the heads and the two sticks: "Wait! Wait! You are Huang Zefeng?!" Justin looked carefully at the sticks and identified them for a long time I finally saw him, after all, I still have a little impression of lv5.

"That guy is Zhou Ting?!" Justin's hot part was cooling down, and his brain was going back to his brain instead of being ready to fire, and he was starting to figure things out.

"The heads here are all ours?!"

Justin looked at more than two hundred heads, and he slumped on the ground on the spot. It's over, it's over, the Greater China region, no, it should mean that the backbone of the East Asian region has been wiped out this time!

I will be tried in secret this time, and no one will back me up, no one. What awaits me is life imprisonment.

A sense of powerlessness struck Justin deeply.

He didn't know what happened in East Asia, and he didn't know how these heads were sent from East Asia to Eagle Country in an instant. None of this mattered to him anymore. The only thing he expects now is that the prison can give him a single cell. He is getting old and his anorectal ability is not good enough...

And those young and vigorous factions among the agents present shouted a slogan: "We want them to pay with their blood!"

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

The roar shook the sky. Yes, the blood debt is paid with blood, and the two old fathers, Da Hei and Zhang Tong, are also waiting. Dahei and Zhang Tong have one thing in common, that is, they have good tempers. Never remember overnight revenge, because usually reported on the spot. If it weren't for the Special Investigation Bureau to come to the hospital early in the morning to examine Xiaodouzi, maybe the matter could be settled sooner.