Chapter 1077 Dr. Stanley Goolsby
"Is it really necessary to remind him of Zhang Mingjun's true goal?" Anna's slender fingers kneaded the back of Jack's neck hard while speaking.
There are still some lingering calluses on her fingertips, which when rubbed against the relatively soft skin of her neck, will give people a faint, burning sourness.
It is not only people like Jack who have studied forensic medicine on their own who are proficient in the structure of the human body. In fact, almost everyone who is good at fighting knows the distribution of the important internal organs and major muscle groups of the human body.
Anna knew how to knock down a strong man who was more than twice her weight in the fastest way, and she also knew what massage techniques and intensity to use to most effectively relieve muscle fatigue.
After separating from a few people at the barbecue restaurant, the two returned to the hotel to rest. The girl offered to help Jack relax his tense nerves after driving all day.
“Don’t you think the people above Lin Zheling are a little too obsessed with Zhang Mingjun?” Jack asked without answering.
The feudal country in the north has always been closed. It took the CIA so long to be a diplomat, but Lin Zheling was able to travel to and from the 38th Parallel many times in the name of arresting fugitives. This is actually very unusual.
“So you think there’s something hidden behind this matter?” As a former FSB agent, Anna easily understood the hidden meaning of Jack’s question.
She used to be a major participant in this kind of secret fight between countries behind the scenes, or strictly speaking, she was a knife in the hands of the participants.
"To silence him, or something else?" She frowned and leaned down against Jack's back.
The girl knows that she cannot monopolize this man for too long, so she cherishes the time she has now.
"It should be for money." Jack's tone was a little uncertain, "Based on the investigation of those secret accounts, it can be confirmed that at least one billion US dollars are still missing."
Although Anna considers herself not a woman who is passionate about money, after hearing this number, her breathing still became somewhat rapid.
Sometimes the numbers are too big and people have no idea, so in this case, a horizontal comparison is needed.
Regardless of the wealth of some well-known rich people, such as Kaiyuan Ma Sheng, whose wealth is often measured in hundreds of billions of dollars, globally, according to Forbes statistics, there are only 2,600 rich people with a net worth of one billion U.S. dollars or more. Multiple people.
Such a huge fortune is enough to make anyone crazy.
“I suspect that the real task that the important person gave Lin Zheling was to get back the billion dollars, which is exactly the bait Zhang Mingjun used to fish.”
Jack said I turned over on the bed and straightened my posture. The expression on my face was a bit complacent that I had seen through everything.
Anna pressed against his chest, quietly feeling the strong heartbeat, "Then do you think the big fish will take the bait?"
"We won't know until next Monday. That's a billion dollars. How many people can refuse such a temptation."
Jack curled his lips disdainfully. He has always been indifferent to things that he can't control. I am interested, but the girl in front of me is just right after getting fat. She is full and can be held and feels good in the hand.
Lin Zheling didn’t know much about what happened to Zhang Mingjun’s wife and daughter. He only knew that the important official was once Zhang Mingjun’s direct superior and was responsible for managing the secret research institute that produced citrus poison. The actual head of this research institute is named Jin Zhexiu. He and Zhang Mingjun were involved in the same "political turmoil". The whereabouts of their family members are unknown. I fled the Northern Dynasties with the latter.
This Kim Cheol-soo should be the chemical expert mentioned in the intelligence, and Jack suspects that the so-called "political disturbance" is actually a less successful silencing operation.
"Sleep, we have to pick someone up at the airport later." Jack gently stroked the girl's smooth back, hugged her into his arms, and then pulled the quilt over the two of them.
"Last question." Anna breathed softly into Jack's ear, "Are you interested in the money? Maybe I can help you."
"You see I look like Do you look like you're short of money?" Jack sighed, grabbing her restless little hand and warning.
“Comrade Anna Sergeeva, I want to warn you, don’t let the American mentality of chasing money at all costs occupy your brain, unless the money falls in front of you, and there is no If anyone notices it, don’t touch it.”
Anna chuckled, “You don’t seem to be an American.”
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Three hours later, Jack carefully moved the girl away from his long legs and stood up to wash up.
Rossi has already sent him a text message. The chemical weapons expert affiliated with the FBI will arrive in an hour.
When he drove the Sababan, which had a bumpy roof and some paint peeling off, onto a tarmac at Osan Air Force Base, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a cheap black suit and obviously balding walking. When I got off the transport plane, I almost turned around and ran away.
He often sees Uncle Cage's face, not only in the movies of his previous life, but also in Yifang's cafe (Chapter 371: Interesting Transaction).
Lucky Charlie and the beautiful Yvonne are very happily married, and the cafe's business has always been booming. You can often see the New York police officer who is off duty helping in the evening.
As a personal participant and planner of this adult fairy tale, Jack will drag single Aubrey over to sit with him when nothing happens, and teach him that marriage is not only the result of love, but also requires careful management. Only then can we maintain the "life experience" for a long time and so on.
However, Charlie is not yet 30 years old, and he is a young version of Nicolas Cage. The man who appears in front of Jack now is closer to the "Uncle Cage" in his impression, with a somewhat bald forehead. , the hairline moves back significantly.
"Hi, Agent Tavole, right?" The middle-aged man who was looking around blankly saw Jack opening the door and getting out of the car. His slightly nervous expression became visibly relaxed.
"Hello, Dr. Stanley Goolsby, just call me Jack." Jack stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, and bent down to help him lift the luggage placed at his feet.
"I prefer to be called Special Agent Stanley Goolsby. Of course, you can call me Stanley." "Middle-aged Cage" looks like a "slant-eyed" man who squats in the laboratory all year round, but he actually has strong hands. Not small.
Seeing him looking at the busy soldiers around him like a curious baby, Jack couldn't help but laugh, "Is this your first time traveling on a military plane? Special Agent Goosby."
"Ah, yes, that's right, call me Stanley, otherwise I will always call you Supervisory Agent Tavole. To be honest, you look much younger than I thought."
"Middle-aged Cage" Stanley Goolsby seems to be quite talkative, and he will take the initiative to find topics when he comes up.
(End of this chapter)