A mysterious building, a group of extraordinary people, you can tell the battle at a glance. All this cannot not attract the attention of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Soon, a large number of policemen surrounded the building and the second brother arrived in person.

Seeing such a situation, the people inside were still domineeringly preventing people from entering the Los Angeles Police Department. This made people feel that these people must have identities.

The second brother didn't say anything to them, just gave them one minute, otherwise the Los Angeles police would kill all those who resisted on the charge of interfering in official duties and assaulting the police.

This order made the people in the building somewhat loosen, and there was a movement soon inside. Surrounded by a group of people, a big man appeared in front of the second brother.

Derridge, director of the National Security Agency. When he appeared on the screen, many people probably couldn't believe his eyes. With the support of Roosevelt, the National Security Agency has now risen to the top and compete with the Bureau of Investigation. Derridge has become the second most famous figure in the United States after Edgar Hoover. The Director of the National Security Agency, headquartered in Washington, is now in Los Angeles at this critical moment, and in such a sensitive occasion, more importantly, he and Roosevelt have the same relationship, which is bound to make people think of it.

Even when the second brother saw Deritch, his face showed a surprised expression. He would not have thought that Deritch would appear in such a place. This matter, because of his appearance, would definitely become more complicated.

Derridge's attitude was very calm. The first thing he said when he saw his second brother, it made people clearly feel that this guy didn't take his second brother seriously.

"Director Corleon, are you Los Angeles police too arrogant? This place is the secret base of our National Security Agency. Without the orders of the federal government, no one has the right to break in. Not only are you so rude, but you also forcibly break in and injured my people. You need to give me an explanation for this matter. However, it is an extraordinary time. I will not pursue it because you are performing official duties. Now, Director Corleon, please take your people away from here immediately."

Drick looked at his second brother with his chin raised his chin, with a hint of contempt and a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In his eyes, he was the dignified director of the National Security Bureau. His second brother was just a small director of the Los Angeles Police Department. The two were just heavyweights. Not to mention it, just the name of the National Security Bureau could crush the second brother to death.

However, the second brother reported the news next, which made Drich angry and embarrassed.

"Don't you care about me? Haha. I'm sorry, Director Dridge. You don't care about me. I still have to care about you! I don't care about you, the National Security Bureau. This is Los Angeles. It is my jurisdiction. Your so-called secret base is not registered with us. So what you say about this matter is counted.

Secondly, our local people are performing official duties. If you don’t report their identity and cooperate, you will hit our local people. I will still have to calculate their local accounts! Thirdly, don’t use the name of the National Security Bureau to suppress me. You are the director. I am also the director! Your local director is really. Could it be that my local director is a stepmother? Five minutes. I will only give you five minutes. Either you take your local people for our inspection. Or we will kill them on the spot! Look. I will start time now! Charles asks you to drive the tanks under your command for me!"

My second brother didn't even take Dric's style. He didn't even look at him even when he opened his eyes. He just went hard.

Deritch's face turned pale. He originally thought that with his identity and prestige in the National Security Bureau, let alone a small director of the Los Angeles Police Department, even Edgarfor himself should give him some face. He never thought that his second brother would be so domineering and even a little arrogant.

There is a saying that is good, the soft ones are afraid of hardness, the hard ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stupid ones are afraid of being desperate. Deritch is hard, and my second brother is completely willing to do so. For me, let alone Deritch, even if Roosevelt comes out to stop him, he can still let his subordinates rush him with a submachine gun.

Looking at the second brother who was extremely tough, looking at the subordinates under his second brother who were fully armed and could fight to the death at any time, looking at the tanks that were eyeing him and the armed helicopters hovering above his head, Drich had to make a painful choice in a short time.

"Director Corleon, you will regret today's decision." Driitch looked at his second brother and closed his eyes. His attitude basically indicated that he had to follow his second brother's request and take her subordinates for examination.

"It's my own business to not regret it later, but Director Dridge, there is a saying I want to tell you, that is, in my Borgillion's dictionary, there is no word for regret." The second brother sneered and waved to the group of subordinates behind him. The guys rushed up and rushed into the building like wolves and tigers.

Everyone in the National Security Administration was concentrated on the open space for inspection, and even Dric was searched. It is estimated that Dric and the others had never enjoyed such treatment, so they lost all their face. And the second brother's subordinates, no matter what he was, the director of the National Security Administration, were not polite when they searched, and they would even beat them two times.

The larger search was for this building. Compared with the previous searches of the manor, the searches here were more detailed.

And in the end of this search, a result that everyone unexpectedly appeared.

"Boss, we found a corpse in the basement, and there was still a corpse in the boiler being incinerated!" A subordinate hurriedly

come over.

"What's the good looking corpse...what!? What did you say!? Two corpses? One man and one woman!? Andre?!" The second brother jumped up suddenly, his facial features were twisted.

Obviously, he thought the two bodies were me and Holgina.

"Boss, it's not Mr. Corleon and Miss Holgina. It's the factory guard!" his subordinates told the truth.

"What!? Factory Guards?!" When the second brother heard this, he immediately started yelling.

Everyone knows the status of the factory guards in the Dream Factory, and when I came out, I took the bodyguards of the factory guards. The bodyguards were killed, so you can imagine what the protected person would end up.

Things became serious, and my second brother rushed to the basement to check and confirmed that it was the factory guard. After being identified by the DreamWorks, he was my bodyguard that day.

As soon as this result came out, my second brother became completely popular.

"Charles, handcuff everyone in this building! Take it back to the police station and interrogate it strictly!" The second brother was furious.

"But boss, Director Dridge, too..."

"No matter what bad director I'm going to handcuff me! Cuff me!" The second brother looked at Deritch, his eyes ignited.

In the next few hours, an explosive news spread throughout the United States: Los Angeles police searched the place where Puyol and Mr. Corleon dated, and in a nearby building, they had a conflict with the National Security Agency. Two bodies were found in the secret base of the National Security Agency, which was confirmed to be Mr. Corleon's bodyguard.

After this news was promoted, it immediately caused countless speculations, completely escalating the entire incident!

If my missing people were just to guess and wait and see, then this time, the bodies of two bodyguards were found and were found at the secret base of the National Security Agency, it would be completely telling the problem.

"Is this more important? The whole incident is completely clear. It must be the National Security Agency and the Anti-Black Agency who joined forces to hack Mr. Corleon! Maybe Mr. Corleon has been attacked!"

"National Security Bureau, Anti-Black Bureau, everyone knows the origin of these two organizations, and everyone knows who there are. This time, we will not let that person go again! If Mr. Corleone has any accidents, we will set fire to the white house!"

"The situation is clear, and the court should arrest Dridge and Hank Puyol for investigation. They must know the whereabouts of Mr. Keliang!"

...

Whether it is the public or the media, I have already firmly believed that my disappearance must be caused by the Anti-Black Bureau and the National Security Bureau, and under the instruction of Roosevelt!

Public opinion was in an uproar, public grievances were boiling, and the situation could be out of control at any time. Under tremendous pressure, the federal government panicked and quickly sent an investigation organization to start an investigation. At the same time, it began to discuss whether to initiate legal procedures to arrest Hank Yole and Drich.

California is moving faster than the federal government. The state court immediately submitted an opinion to the Supreme Court of the federal government, declaring that it would set up a special court to interrogate Hank Puyol and Dridge. At the same time, the state court sent people to Los Angeles and quickly began to form a special court.

This news made Americans thrill.

I was in a great mood when I saw these scenes on TV, especially when I saw Roosevelt's dirty face. Now, the whole thing is moving in a direction that is beneficial to us. If Dridge and Hank Puyol are arrested and interrogated, then follow the clues and the whole thing will soon be clear. If Roosevelt did this, even if God comes in person, he will not be able to save him.

Hurry! You must move quickly! Watching TV, I cried out in my heart.

Although things outside were going very smoothly, I was still a little worried, worried that I would have many dreams in the long night.

"Bang!" Just as I was watching TV, the prison door was opened roughly, and a team of guards came in.

"Mr. Corleon, please put on your clothes and follow us immediately!" A young man was not polite to me at all.

"Where do you go?" I lit a cigarette, took a sip, and asked lightly.

"I can't tell you this. You have two choices now, one is to wear clothes and follow me, and the other is to handcuff you and take you away." The guy grinned.

I finished smoking a cigarette, then dusted my clothes, got up and walked out of the prison door.

On the aisle, I was blindfolded and drove into a car. After shaking and long exercises, I found myself in another cell when the black cloth covered my face was removed.

The prisoner quickly withdrew. I looked at the cell and thought about where it was.

Compared with the previous cell, this cell is obviously more formal, and it is the kind of cell in a formal prison. Did those guys transfer me from the black prison to the regular cell?

This is unlikely! If this is the case, wouldn’t they be confused? If I was imprisoned in their black prison, it would be difficult for others to see it, but if I was imprisoned in a regular cell, it would be found at any time.

What conspiracy do these guys have?

"Come! Come!" I shouted loudly outside.

Before I could finish calling, I heard an extremely familiar voice coming from next door.

"Boss! Boss! Is it you? Is it you??" There was excitement and excitement in the voice.

"Darren! Is it you?" I naturally distinguished this voice!

"Boss! It's me! I'm Darren! Boss, are you okay? I thought you were beingsed by them..." Darren burst into tears before he finished speaking.

This man who is not afraid of death is crying loudly at this time, like a child.

"A person who is so big that he cries like this, he won't be laughed to death if he hears it!" I scolded him repeatedly, but shed tears at the same time!

"Boss, they didn't make things difficult for you!" Darren was very concerned about my safety.

I told Darren Liver about his life after he was separated from him. When I heard about Holkina, Darren Liver screamed in anger: "Dritch! I have this bitch, if I go out, I have to peel off his skin! I want him to live worse than death!"

"Darren, what have they done to you these days?" I asked.

Next, Darren Liver told him everything that was born to him.

After separating from me, Darren Liver was taken alone to an unknown place, where Darren was interrogated, and a group of guys attacked him, tortured him, and asked about the secrets related to DreamWorks. The most common question was a diary. Darren Livern was beaten to pieces. It was only a few hours ago that Darren was transferred here.

"Diary? Are they asking about the diary?" I frowned after hearing Darren's story.

"Yes, boss, they have been asking the diary, Benjamin, and Pang Mao, but I didn't tell them at all." Darren was very sure.

"Since these guys value diary so much, there may be articles in it." For some reason, the original ominous premonition in my heart once again emerged, and I was frightened.

The diary is always a mystery that lingers in my heart, especially after Benjamin's incident, they are asking about it now, and they are torturing Darren, which obviously means the problem.

I vaguely feel that this matter is likely to become the key point of all things that have happened during this period. Although I can't tell the reason myself, this premonition always lingers in my mind.

"Boss, they first asked us about the whereabouts and detailed situations of the half diary left by Benjamin, and then began to ask about the situation related to Mayor Pang Mao's diary. These bitches have almost exhausted the punishments to me, but I mean I am only responsible for the safety of the company and are not clear about these core things. Boss, I think this time, these people must have some fatal things to deal with us. I used to think Roosevelt wanted to deal with you like Rutman this time. Now it seems that they are not trying to do anything! Boss, we have to be careful!" Darren Liver's words came to my heart.

"Darren, I have the same idea as you said. Although I don't know what Roosevelt and others have in their hands, I know that this time we encountered an unprecedented crisis. Now our biggest disadvantage is that although we understand the relevant situation, we cannot communicate with Calvin, Gans and others. However, when I was detained, I watched TV and related reports, and I learned about some of the situation outside. Now it seems that the situation may not be as bad as we imagined. The company still responded and some clues appeared, especially the second brother and others now have evidence. Based on this evidence, they can now take action against the National Security Agency and the Anti-Black Agency." I comforted Darren Liver.

"Boss, are you familiar with this place?" Darren Liver suddenly said something that seemed to be unrelated to our conversation.

"I seem to have some impression of this place, but I am not familiar with it. However, judging from the configuration here, it should be a regular prison.

"I looked at the surrounding situation and said.

"Boss, I feel this way too. And I think there is something wrong with it. They locked our black prison before, which means they hid us, but why are we locked us in a formal prison? Isn't this causing trouble for them? Have you ever thought about this question?" Darren Oliver was indeed careful.

"Think about it. I think there is only one possibility." I looked up at the mottled ceiling and took a deep breath.

"What?"

"That's why these guys may have to launch a counterattack!"

"Counterattack!? What does it mean?" Darren was a little confused.

I sneered: "It's very simple. You didn't say it just now. These guys may have the deadly weapons to deal with us. Now, when people outside are looking for us everywhere, they don't even have our black prison but openly transfer us to a formal prison. This can only mean that these guys are going to use the deadly weapons in their hands to openly launch an attack on us! Darren, this time, the final battle! No matter we or Roosevelt and others, whoever stops to the end will be able to win, and in this process, if you are a little distracted, you may have no bones!"

Empty. It turns out that everything is empty.

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