Chapter 920 Whose acting skills are worse?

Chapter 920 Whose acting skills are worse?

"Are you coming with us or staying here?"

Jack asked Anna. This girl was the tallest girl he knew, nearly 1.80 meters tall. Her waist-to-hip ratio and leg-length ratio were both shocking.

She had changed back into a tight sweater and hip-hugging skirt. Her stockings were torn and unworn, but she still wore the bulletproof vest Jack gave her, which looked a little strange.

At this time, the two returned to the stage at the auction site. Anna took Jack and gave her the "Spotted Viper" and pulled the trigger one by one at the several old guys in the box who were still moaning.

"Why do you still stay here? Don't you have a aftermath team? What about the other girls?" Anna asked.

"Will there be someone to deal with the aftermath after you perform your mission?" Jack asked without answering. To be honest, this was also a headache for him.

The identities of this group of action agents are ever-changing. With an official force as the backing, it is extremely simple to hide their identities. No matter how big the trap is, as long as they can escape smoothly, the remaining confrontations under the table will still be the default of both parties. Conducted under set of rules.

The so-called aftermath team does not help eliminate evidence, but helps operators conceal their identities or evacuate quickly.

That's why Frank and Brian's acting style seems so "reckless". Their operating principle has always been to complete the task as the first priority. As long as it does not affect the progress of subsequent tasks, there is no need to perform extra finishing work.

So what if there are corpses left on the ground? As long as you evacuate the country in time after completing the task, that is 100% completion, and the rest will be left to the hard-working police of the country concerned to worry about.

The problem is that they are now working privately, and there is no follow-up or support team.

What if the rich people who died here were all arms dealers with many crimes or oligarchs who are not welcomed by Europeans nowadays? Just like the villa where Volkov was before, there were more than ten people left inside. As a result, the corpse has not even made the news.

The same goes for the Albanian gang's home base. If Cassel hadn't made anonymous phone calls to major news agencies, most likely they would have been suppressed and the case would have been closed on the grounds of a gang fight.

Even though it is in the news now, the focus of media reports is on the girls who have experienced misfortunes. As for how many corpses of gangsters the police removed from the building, there is no report and no one cares.

But there are quite a few familiar faces among the group of rich people who died in the box now. They are not the "familiar faces" that Jack has seen in his previous life, but the kind that occasionally appear in various financial magazines or on TV in this world. .

For example, the old Asian man who was shot in the head by Jack was the president of a well-known firm in Neon Country, and he had handled thousands of artists.

The death of one such guy would be a serious case. Now that a lot of people have died, the aftermath is not easy to handle.

Jack didn't want to receive a call from Rossi just after returning to New York, hoping that he would go to Paris to assist the French police in handling the murder cases of certain billionaires.

Of course, what he cares about is not that he is being investigated, but that he is worried about being handcuffed as soon as he gets off the plane. With the blessing of modern technology, all kinds of trace evidence cannot be completely cleaned up and not retained at all.

Even with Jack's current level of detective work, there is no guarantee that there will be no mistakes, not to mention that they don't have much time. People upstairs may discover anomalies below at any time.

Of course, there are still ways. When you are worried that someone will actually fish out a needle from the bottom of the sea, the best way is to sprinkle a handful of needles into it.

A fire is enough to eliminate or create enough massive physical evidence, and Frank and Brian are making preparations at this moment.

"So you are really just here to save people?" Anna put away the "Spotted Viper" after confirming that only corpses were left at the scene. Just like the bulletproof vest, she had no intention of returning it to Jack.

Jack looked sincere, "As I said before, an enemy kidnapped those two girls out of revenge. Now that the bad guys are all dead, you can just pretend to be unconscious and wait for France like other girls. The police are coming."

"Then the smoke reaction on his hands was detected and he was detained by the police as a suspect, right?" Anna showed a sly smile, raised the right hand that had just fired the gun and turned her wrist in front of him.

"Well, I didn't ask you to shoot me." Jack didn't expect that he would be betrayed professionally, but he shrugged indifferently, "We can do it together if you want, but I'm not responsible for anything that goes wrong. ”

Although he didn't know what this girl was up to, he didn't mind playing with her.

Although he didn't know much about the intelligence community, he was accompanied by two experienced old foxes, so he didn't have to worry about this fledgling little fox turning into a monster.

He probably guessed a little bit of Anna's thoughts. She definitely smelled similar scents from Frank and Brian, but she just didn't know what she really wanted to do.

At this time, a box door was opened, and Frank appeared opposite the two of them carrying a barrel of diesel, with a rather dissatisfied expression on his face, "Are you two going to just watch us two old guys work so hard?"

"Come on." Anna smiled and patted Jack's shoulder, as if they were old friends who had known each other for a long time. "I'll take care of the girls."

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"Can you guess where she came from?" Jack reached out and took the heavy diesel barrel from Frank's hand. This separate basement is powered by a diesel generator, and this diesel barrel should come from the power generation room.

Frank watched him carefully sprinkle the diesel around, and reached out to touch his bald head, "I thought she was your old lover."

Jack smiled bitterly, "Don't joke, I just accidentally learned about some suspicious files. The death of an American arms dealer named Oleg was suspected to be related to her.

In just two years, similar faces appeared at the scene of several similar cases. It is only a matter of time for an action agent like her who has frequent missions to be targeted by the CIA."

"I am surprised that you were not recruited by the CIA." Frank praised him in disguise, and accepted his explanation.

"That's because I have a good teacher. In the FBI, I only have to deal with some cunning criminals. Even if I can't catch them, my life is usually not in danger. In the CIA, I don't have the confidence that I can live to a safe retirement like you."

Jack's compliment seems more direct.

Frank sighed, "She is an abandoned child. I guess she has no relatives alive and no worries. The KGB used to like to use such agents because such people can sacrifice everything for their beliefs.

But the Soviet Union is gone, and the KGB has become the FSB today. Such people are labeled as untrustworthy. You know what I mean, right?"

Jack nodded to show his understanding, "Without faith, you can only use family affection as a bargaining chip. If a person has no worries, then the only thing he cares about is his own life.

The FSB can make him surrender by threatening his life, and other intelligence agencies can do the same."

"Bingo!" Frank snapped his fingers, "So you know why I retired?"

"You mean, it's the same on both sides?" Jack suddenly realized.

Frank's expression was a bit hard to describe, "I used to protect everything very well. No one knew the existence of Rick (Cassell) and his mother until everything slowly changed. I realized that I was about to become an abandoned child, so I took the initiative to report the matter."

Jack's eyes gradually widened. He didn't expect that there would be such a development.

"Later, I did some things, and only then was I able to retire safely." Frank tilted his head slightly, looking very sad.

"And that girl, she was a pawn from beginning to end, a normal action agent, and a woman with such outstanding appearance.

It is usually possible to carry out a very important assassination operation every few years, and then either completely change her appearance and remain silent for several years or even longer, or directly become the lover of a senior official."

After Frank finished speaking, he pointed his mouth in the direction where Anna had just left, and Jack smiled back. The girl was really good at fighting. She didn't make any sound when she lost her mind. She only accidentally revealed a little corner of her skirt when she ran away just now.

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"Two years, 27 targets, you are right, I am just a pawn." When Anna, with red eyes, said this, she was sitting in the passenger seat of a Citroen sedan driven by Jack.

Behind the Citroen sedan was a burning imitation European palace-style building.

Five bewildered pretty girls stood in the small square in front of the building, being questioned by the French police who had hurried over.

Jack seemed to have heard nothing, and looked back at Frank who was also indifferent in the back seat, "Will those girls be okay?"

"What could happen?" Frank asked back, "I contacted my old friend, and the people from Interpol's French office will be here soon. They will contact the girls' respective embassies, and then they can go home."

"I know you are good people, I hope you can help me." Anna looked begging on the side.

Jack turned his head and continued to drive, and Frank looked out the window by himself, as if she was just air.

"Please, let me do anything, I just want to live freely." Anna grabbed Jack's right hand on the steering wheel and stuffed it into her chest.

Full of warm and soft jade, Jack neither pulled it back roughly nor did he make any movements, but just sighed slightly, he really couldn't help with this kind of thing.

"I've told you that I'm not one of you guys, I really can't help you, and why do you think I'm a good person?"

Good people will be pointed at with guns, Jack doesn't like that.

Sure enough, the next second Anna pulled out the "Viper" that Jack had given her before, but instead of pointing it at a "good person", she pointed it directly at her head and pulled the trigger.

With a light "puff" sound, the front of the Citroen swung and drew an S shape on the road, attracting a burst of angry horns from the oncoming vehicles.

At the critical moment, Jack's right hand stretched out the peak like lightning, pushed the silencer of the gun upwards, and the bullet shot through the roof of the Citroen and flew away.

"Are you serious?"

Jack grabbed the "Viper" with his backhand, opened the car window, and threw the gun into the Seine with a strong swing. A few strands of burnt long hair slowly fell, and Anna covered her face and cried bitterly.

Jack subconsciously turned around to look at Frank, but the bald man just smiled and shrugged at him, then continued to turn his head to look out the window, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Are all of you guys in this business mentally ill? Moral kidnapping, right? If you want to die, just jump into the Seine. That stinky ditch won't drown you, but it will stink you to death.

I'm just a small FBI agent. I'm here to help. My friend's daughter was kidnapped, and I came to save her. I did everything I could and helped everyone I could. I don't owe you anything."

Jack was furious, and he cursed both of them, including Frank. Anyway, Cassel and Brian were in another car with two girls, and there were only three people in this car, so he wasn't afraid of being overheard by others.

The car fell into silence for a while, and even Anna stopped crying, just sobbing slightly.

"Why don't we go to another place to have a drink? I have a few bottles of good wine hidden there." Finally, Frank broke the silence, "I want to hear your story. Your name is Anna, right?"

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Anna's story is actually not complicated. The girl's father is a naval lieutenant. When she was 17 years old, her parents died in a car accident. Anna, who was studying at the Omsk Military Academy at the time, also dropped out of school.

After dropping out of school, she almost ended up on the streets. She had a hard time. She met the wrong person and was addicted to American herbs. She couldn't be said to have fallen into the abyss, but she could only be considered to be barely clinging to the edge of the cliff.

But unlike those girls who quickly became prostitutes and completely lost their way, Anna, who had received a good education since childhood, was still struggling and unwilling to give up any hope.

She sent her resume to all the departments she knew, hoping to find a job to get rid of her sinking.

In the end, God will not let down those who work hard. Just when Anna was completely desperate, an FSB agent finally came to her door.

In the public impression, the "swallow" and "crow" of the Mao family are almost known to everyone, and it seems that the "sun-colored" spy has become the exclusive of the former Soviet intelligence department KGB.

But in fact, money and beauty are the most frequently used means in intelligence operations, not just the Mao family, but the world.

But in principle, the intelligence departments of major countries will not deliberately train so-called "sunny" spies, because the confidentiality of intelligence work is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

And "bitch" is not trustworthy, whether it is a male "bitch" or a female "bitch". When a person who has received normal education is asked to sell his body for the benefit of the country, the consequences of his three views being subverted are unimaginable.

Just like Emily of the BAU team, she gave everything to go undercover and finally left exhausted.

Therefore, the most common means in intelligence work is to buy, buy those well-known stars and socialites to serve you.

If it succeeds, everyone is happy, and if it fails, it is just a loss of money. As long as you protect the upper line, you can recruit another one after losing one. At most, you can conduct short-term training. It is not worth spending time and energy to cultivate from childhood.

The same is true for Anna. She was trained as an action agent and received three years of strict military training, but in the end she just became an extra-staff agent of the FSB, specializing in various confidential assassinations.

Under the planning of FSB, Anna was discovered by a well-known model agency in Paris because of her outstanding appearance and figure, and became a well-known model in the French fashion industry.