Chapter 1212 Marvin Boggs
"If we assume that you were silenced because of a mission in the past, and so were the people on the list with you, can you recall which mission it might have been?"
Jack tries to get Frank to reminisce.
However, the bald man just shrugged indifferently, "I have done dirty work for the CIA for more than 30 years, and every task may be. Besides, except for Marvin Boggs, I don't have any other names on the list." Impression.”
"But according to the FBI's database, the Marvin you are talking about died in a fire two years ago."
Frank still looked calm and relaxed, "Yes, but Marvin died many times."
Jack clicked on this person's information in confusion and found that the photo looked familiar. It seemed that the Marvin they mentioned was the crazy old man in the original show.
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Florida has an awkward shape on the map, with the peninsula extending southward resembling a penis, and Pensacola is located in the egg sack.
There is a long and narrow island chain of more than 70 kilometers. The narrowest part of the island chain is less than 200 meters wide. From the beach in the south, you can easily see the other end in the north. Except for the road in the middle, the beaches on both sides are almost seamless. , it feels quite magical.
It was late at night when the plane arrived at Pensacola Airport. The two checked into a hotel and headed straight to the swamp in the inner bay early the next morning.
Because the south side near the Gulf of Mexico is surrounded by two almost overlapping island chains, like huge double breakwaters, the water in Pensacola Bay is extremely calm and is home to a large number of wild animals, among which birds and crocodiles are the most famous.
The two rented a speedboat, entered Pensacola Bay and headed north along the Escambia River, finally stopping in front of a very simple wooden dock.
There is an equally dilapidated stilt iron house on the pier, which is barely intact.
Before the speedboat driven by Jack had completely docked, Frank had easily jumped onto the pallet, took the cable and skillfully tied a sailor's knot on the iron hook used for mooring the cable.
"Well, it seems like this Marvin enjoys retirement more than you do. I don't understand why you would choose to live in Ohio, which is so cold."
Jack joked after looking around the dock environment.
"I don't like crocodiles, except for their leather products." Frank, who had always had a relaxed expression on the way here, looked a little nervous and carefully observed the surroundings.
Jack thought he was really afraid of crocodiles, but he didn't expect him to continue, "Don't act rashly, and don't mention topics like mobile phones, satellites, and the Internet later."
"Ah?" Jack, who turned around to listen to him, didn't understand what he was saying before he heard a crunching sound behind him, and then a figure suddenly shot towards the two of them.
Jack twisted his waist, raised his legs, and kicked out behind him. At the same time, the gun at his waist was already in his hand.
"Marvin, no, Jack stop it!"
Frank's voice came belatedly, and almost at the same time he shouted, the figure that ambushed the two men was kicked back by Jack at a faster speed than when he came, and then a crossbow arrow shot into the sky. And out, disappeared without a trace.
"Damn it!" Frank pressed Jack's pistol and took a step forward to block him.
There was a rustling sound in the grass on the shore, and then a bearded half-century old man wearing a ghillie suit appeared in front of the two of them with a bird's nest on his head and a crossbow with a scope in his hand.
"Are you here to kill me?" The old man, who was almost knocked out by Jack's kick, reloaded the crossbow with difficulty, and this time he aimed it directly at Frank's head.
"Of course not, why should I kill you?" Frank raised his hands, trying to explain to him. "Because the last time we met, I tried to kill you." Marvin said confidently, "And you brought a federal agent with you this time."
"That happened a long time ago, and Jack is one of our own." Looking at the crossbow arrows that were trembling slightly in front of him and ready to be fired at any time, veins popped up on Frank's forehead.
Marvin sneered disdainfully, "Some people are very vindictive."
Frank suddenly reached out and grabbed the valuable pulley crossbow, keeping the dangling arrow away from his shiny head, and said with a smile, "But we have always been friends, haven't we?"
The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, the smiles on their faces were a little fake.
"Okay, let's make peace." Marvin let go of the roller crossbow, but stared unkindly at Jack who just kicked him away.
The Sig Sauer P320-XTen was dexterously rotated on his finger and then put back into the holster. Jack also looked askance at the sloppy old man.
Frank still stood motionless, gritting his teeth and said, "Then can you stop holding the knife to my balls now?"
"Haha!" Marvin sneered twice, then put away the dog-leg knife he had held in his left hand for some time, and still kept his eyes on Jack behind him.
"Who is this kid?"
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"Jack, FBI, he's not here to kill you." Frank breathed a sigh of relief, took off the crossbow bolt, and patted the pulley crossbow on Marvin's chest.
"Okay, if you have anything to do, come inside and talk to me. Don't stay outside."
However, as he said this, Marvin turned and walked towards a forest clearing away from the dock.
"So is that a bait?" Jack asked, pointing to the iron stilt house behind him. He seemed to understand somewhat what Marvin was doing. He was a patient with severe persecution paranoia.
Marvin walked to a rusty old car, looked back at Jack, and opened the hood to reveal a tunnel underneath, "Smart boy, I kind of like you."
Jack pretended not to hear and looked down. He was a little surprised by the depth of the tunnel, which was at least ten meters underground.
The forest land is less than a hundred meters away from the river, and the underground moisture is quite heavy. Thick iron sheets are used on both sides of the tunnel to isolate the penetration of groundwater, but the surface is still rusty.
There are many survivalists in the United States who like to dig underground shelters. Especially during the Cold War, it almost became a trend. Everyone wanted to dig a hole in their backyard. Later, it even gradually became a subculture.
Marvin's underground shelter looks a bit old, maybe it's a remnant from that era. There are quite a few rooms inside, including a kitchen, bedrooms and bathrooms.
There are all kinds of weapons hanging on the walls, from Thompson submachine guns about Frank's age to AK guns, and even Soviet-made RPG-7 rocket launchers.
Thinking of the underground safe house that Chris spent millions of dollars building on his family farm, Jack had the urge to introduce him to Marvin, believing that the two of them definitely had something in common in this regard.
(End of chapter)