Chapter 1214 Jacking
"Gabriel Singer, now a pilot for a private air transportation company, will land at a cargo airport in Mobile, Alabama, tomorrow morning."
Jack said on his journey tomorrow, but his eyes were inseparable from the rearview mirror. At this moment, he was glad that he had not published any comparison remarks before.
Because the face came too fast, I just thought about saying that CIA should not dare to be too unscrupulous in China. As a result, I did not wait for them to leave Florida into Alabama. Essence
"Your gun borrowed me." Frank's voice did not fall, and Jack threw his gun with a spare magazine to him.
The guy of Yukong Hanoi is much worse than Jack. The black suit and white shirt dark tie, the dress of a federal agent, according to the urine of CIA, Jack can even be determined that 80 % of the guy is still in his pocket.
After all, it has long been a well-known practice for the CIA to impersonate FBI agents when doing things inside the country.
"Wait until you get out of the city before taking action." Jack reminded.
At this time, they had just entered a small town called Robertsdale at the junction of the two states. There were cars on the road and many pedestrians on the sidewalk.
However, the guy chased was obviously a arrogant. Seeing that Jack turned on the town as soon as he entered the town, he obviously noticed that he was tracking and exposed, and he chased up straight.
"Damn."
Jack raised his speed slightly, but no matter how powerful his car skills were in the city, he did not dare to turn on the road. Crossing the red light is not a big deal for the FBI, but it would be too much to hit an innocent passenger.
However, the subsequent Yukong River seemed to be worried about the night dream, and he stepped on the accelerator and chased up, posing a posture of closer to Sabban.
Jack snorted and stepped on the accelerator to continue accelerating, once again putting distance between himself and the Yukon River.
It is just that Sabban and Yukong River are large SUVs after all. The performance is similar to the truth, and there is no difference in urban roads.
Seeing that the front of the Yukon, which was still chasing after him, was getting closer and closer to the butt of his car, and it actually looked like he was planning to PIT. Jack suddenly stepped on the brakes, then shifted gears, turned the direction, and pulled the handbrake. Hit the accelerator and the action is completed in one go.
Caught off guard, Yukon hit the butt of Sababan's car. While the other party subconsciously stepped on the brakes to pull away, Jack had already controlled Sababan's huge body to start drifting with the help of this impact force.
The entire Saaban began to rotate around the center of the front and rear seats. When the car body turned 90 degrees, Frank, who had already loosened his seat belt in advance, opened the passenger door.
When the body was reversed to 180 degrees, Frank stepped out of the car, holding Jack's Siegsar P320-XTEN for his hands, and fired while walking towards the Yonghe River.
Sabban turned 360 degrees, and the buttocks just rubbed Frank's heels. At the same time, the front windshield of the Yukong River had been beaten with dense spider -like bomb holes.
The man in a suit in the car reacted very quickly and fell down on the seat as soon as he realized something was wrong.
However, the gunfire did not stop. Frank was just like Jack in the cemetery that day, and his shoulders kept moving and kept at a speed at a speed of one second and approached each other quickly.
The 15-round magazine was quickly emptied, Frank replaced the spare magazine, and the man was already less than 10 meters away from the Yukon River.
Almost the guns stopped at this less than 2 seconds, and the unpleasant suits were not good. The sound of gunfire sounded again, and the echo of the front of the car disappeared at the corner at the time comparable to the speed. Sabban also drove to Frank. Jack helped him re -open the front driver's door.
"Frank, there is a problem with this FBI. How did they track us?" Marvin, who was holding a pink pig in the back seat of the car, made a small report in front of Jack.
"Obviously someone has been monitoring you."
Jack pulled out his mobile phone and called Dana Mo -hot, and said concisely about his experience just now.
Of course, he did not disclose that he was sitting around two retired old CIA agents, but instead moved the Bcter's case to pick up the flowers, claiming that he was investigating, and as a result, he encountered the suspected federal agent's killing.
After giving the Yukon's license plate number and hanging up the phone, Jack said to Frank with some regret, "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to Mobile."
This is probably the disadvantages of the system. When internal conflicts occur, even if he is a victim, he must report to his superior and undergo investigation as soon as possible.
Although the female boss is considered a "family member", there are still procedures to go through, and Jack must first go back to New York.
That night, he flew back to New York alone. As soon as Jack walked into Dana Moage's office, he saw a familiar face he hadn't seen for a long time, CIA agent Michael Weston with a mean smile on his face.
It has been almost two years since I last saw this guy (Chapter 591). I was also in this office at that time. The scene was somewhat similar. The difference was that it was during normal working hours during the day, and now it is already late at night, so I am working overtime.
"Ah, it's so good to see you okay, Jack." When I saw Jack, Michael Westton, who was still hoarse, seemed very enthusiastic, and immediately got up from the sofa to a hug.
There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
Feeling a slight touch on the pocket of his suit, as if something had been stuffed into it, Jack endured the discomfort of being hugged by a person of the same sex and did not push the guy away immediately.
"Now that the misunderstanding has been explained clearly, I will take my leave first. It is late and a beautiful girl is still waiting for me."
Jack pressed Michael, who wanted to apply oil to the sofa. "I will leave as soon as I come. Is this the way CIA expresses apologize to the victim?"
Under the surprised look of this guy, Jack directly took out the small piece of paper he had just stuffed into his pocket, unfolded it, and then read out the two names on it, "William Cooper, Cynthia Wilkes, they Who is it?”
"Hey, guy, you don't talk about rules."
The furious Michael stretched out his hand to snatch back the small note, but his skills were too poor. After only two or three exchanges, Jack pushed him back to the sofa. Dana Moger, who was sitting behind the desk, kept looking at it with a smile. With all this.
"It turns out to be Cynthia's bitch, no wonder she's so unruly."
Seeing Jack cast a surprised look at her, Dana, who always maintained the image of an elegant female boss in front of him, shrugged indifferently.
"She is an operations supervisor of the Covert Operations Division (NCS) under the CIA Directorate of Operations (DO). She is a well-known bitch. If she has breasts, she will be a mother."
Listening to the rough words and constantly spit out from the gorgeous red lips of her female boss, giving Jack's urge to cover her ears, but they can be heard that the grievances of the two sides should be a bit deep.
(End of this chapter)