Chapter 1220: Sneaking Into Langley (Part 2)

After removing the silicone block from the inside of his cheek and tearing off his mustache, Jack, who had restored his original appearance, took off his uniform and put it on his arm. He still asked Frank for the last time with some uncertainty.

"Are you sure you want me to do this kind of thing in Langley, and it won't cause the CIA to hunt you down afterwards?"

"I promise, when everything is over, you will still be the little agent running around at various crime scenes."

Frank, who had answered similar questions for the third time, seemed a little impatient, "If you don't want to go, then I can only go myself."

Then he got shot in the shoulder, right? Jack, who always respected the elderly and loved the young, finally stopped talking nonsense, swiped the pass card to open the door and entered the corridor in front of him.

"See you in ten minutes, don't really kill him."

After a warning behind him, Frank turned around and took off his general uniform while walking, tucked it under his armpit with his briefcase, and quickly disappeared into the fire emergency passage.

It was lunchtime at this time, and two office clerks dressed in fashionable OLs passed by Jack in a low voice. The younger one noticed the handsome guy who was looking at him.

"Hello, is William Cooper's office on this floor?" Jack showed a standard smile with eight big white teeth, which made the other party stunned.

"Oh, yes, the third room on the left." The female clerk subconsciously pointed behind her, and then she and her companions chuckled softly, accompanied by exclamations such as "so handsome".

Hearing the sound of the corridor door behind him closing, Jack gently pushed open the office door in front of him, just in time to meet the eyes of William Cooper, who was reading a document with his head down and looked up in surprise when he heard the sound.

This CIA agent actually looks okay, giving people the feeling that he is in his early 30s, and looks much more handsome than the depressed middle-aged man who was cheated by "Homelander" in "The Boys".

Coincidentally, William Cooper, who was pacing back and forth in the office with a coffee cup in one hand, was holding a file about Jack in the other hand.

This document, which was maliciously tampered with by one of his malicious colleagues, was so brief that it was outrageous. In addition to the blank part, there were also large sections of black content.

He could understand that Frank Moses's file in the CIA was heavily blacked out. After all, he learned the meaning of "R.E.D" when he received the file from the old archivist yesterday. (Retired Extremely Dangerous: Retired Extremely Dangerous)

But Jack is just an ordinary FBI, a Los Angeles native, an orphan, a patrolman who worked in the LAPD for less than a year, with all A grades in the police academy and the first place in the Quantico training, but that's all.

How he entered the FBI, which departments he worked in, how he became the youngest supervisory agent in the FBI in just a few years, and won so many medals, all these detailed experiences were hidden.

Of course, there is a chain of contempt between federal agents and federal agents. In theory, it is human nature for CIA agents with a higher degree of danger to look down on FBI agents who like to show their faces in public.

Although William Cooper is still a newcomer in Langley, he is an elite recruited by the CIA from the SEALs, and he has performed many dangerous missions in the past two years.

He didn't understand what kind of secrets were hidden under the blacked-out content that could allow an FBI agent under 30 to receive so many honors.

While thinking hard, he noticed someone entering his office. When William Cooper looked up, he subconsciously thought he was dazzled. How could the boy in the photo suddenly appear in front of him?

"Frank Moses asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

After all, Cooper was also an elite action agent, and his reaction was very quick. Before someone finished speaking, a coffee cup with half a cup of coffee flew towards his head.

Jack just swung the military uniform in his hand, and the coffee cup was scooped up with soup and water. He swung it back and hit Cooper's forehead.

Cooper, who had a purple spot on his forehead, roared and leaned over to Jack, trying to subdue him with a hug and throw.

Jack leaned slightly sideways and hit him in the shoulder blade with his elbow. With a muffled groan, Cooper, who lost his balance, staggered two steps and hit his head on the filing cabinet, making a loud clang. He almost fainted.

Taking the opportunity to distance himself, Jack picked up his file from the ground, flipped through it casually and laughed, "You are actually investigating me."

Seeing Cooper struggling to get up and trying to reach for the gun from his waist, Jack threw away the waste paper in his hand, took two steps forward to hold his arm, pinched his wrist and turned it half a circle.

"Ah!" Cooper's five fingers on his right hand bloomed like a flower, and the pistol fell. Before it landed, Jack stretched out his foot to catch it, and it bounced lightly upwards into his hand.

Taking two steps back to distance himself from him again, Jack disassembled the Glock 17 into a pile of parts and threw it on the ground in a few seconds, and continued to use the taunting skill.

"Frank said that your instructor Kodeski was trained by him, but it's clear that you didn't learn much.

Did you choose to be recruited by the CIA because you couldn't pass the selection of Team 6 when you were in the Navy SEALs?"

As if he was touched on the sore spot, Cooper roared and pounced on the foul-mouthed FBI in front of him with a ferocious face.

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The two men's fists collided with each other. Cooper, who endured the pain of a broken bone, continued to move forward and raised his knee to hit Jack's chest.

Jack did not dodge, but took the knee attack with his chest, grabbed the opponent's knee and threw him out.

The LCD TV hanging on the wall was smashed into a spider web-like crack. Before Cooper could get up, Jack had already stepped forward and kicked him into a shrimp, but he didn't intend to suffer at all.

"I thought you were just a simple-minded idiot who was used by Cynthia at will, but I didn't expect you to be so bad at fighting. I really don't know what she likes about you. Are you just easy to cheat?"

Jack's words were somewhat unconscionable. Although Cooper's skills were slightly weaker than Clay's, he was also a rare master.

Cooper, whose face turned purple and veins on his forehead bulged, wanted to continue struggling, but was hit on the neck by a knife, and his eyes went black and he fell into a coma.

After a quick search of the guy's office, Jack found nothing and left the office area.

The fight just now made quite a noise. Although other offices were empty because it was lunchtime, this was Langley, the CIA's base after all, and Jack didn't want to experience what old Mason had experienced.

Going down to the 5th floor along the fire escape, Jack straightened his shirt that was messed up in the fight just now, still draped his coffee-stained uniform over his arm, walked to the door of a public lounge, and nodded to Frank who was sitting inside leisurely drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.