Jerry walked out of Mani's office in anger.
He hated the director who was a head above him! He was also extremely displeased with the cowardly director!
In Jerry's eyes, Mani was a piece of trash!
Even the presidential palace and the Congress had expressed their anger. What was there to be afraid of as a small director?
It's fine if you're afraid, but you dare to stop me?
What a coward!
Jerry had already received news that many agencies, including the FBI, were already investigating the instigators of the assassination. Of course, it wasn't the assassination at the consulate, but the murders in New York and the surrounding areas.
Jerry believed that it wouldn't be long before these lawless murderers would be brought to justice by the state.
After getting into the car, Jerry slapped the steering wheel. Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see the car behind him. That was Mani's arrangement to follow him. Or rather, it was to supervise him.
During this sensitive period, Mani didn't want Jerry to do anything unusual. In the office just now, the two had a huge argument because of this.
"Cowardly trash! You're the same as Fuller! "Jerry cursed and stepped on the accelerator to rush to the main road.
He had a party tonight. It was held in a famous bar in New York City. The participants included the heads of various districts. Most of them had a good relationship with him. Of course, Jerry knew very well in his heart. The reason why these people were sucking up to him wasn't because he was their leader. But because his backer was a senator. A real upper-class person.
But that was how society was. Jerry wouldn't reject the enthusiasm of these suckers because of that. On the contrary, it was too chaotic outside these two days. As the executor of this matter, he was somewhat nervous deep down. At least his safety could be guaranteed if he drank with a group of colleagues with guns.
When Jerry arrived at the bar, the group of colleagues were already drinking. And cursed the idle murderers fiercely.
"What a bunch of lunatics! After killing so many upper-class people, do they not want to live in America anymore? "A black police officer complained. "I've been on duty for two days straight. I don't even have time to sleep!"
"Don't complain. In these two days, I've received more than ten thousand complaints alone. This doesn't even include the more than a thousand in the archives. The leader asked me to solve these problems in a week. Do you think I should risk my life against those fugitives? Or do you want to resign now? "
Every class has its difficulties. Every circle had its own problems. It was inevitable. In life, one had to constantly face difficulties and then solve them.
But if someone did something inhumane because of their own experience, they deserved to be punished.
When Jerry appeared at the party, his colleagues raised their glasses and teased him. If these big cases could be solved successfully, Jerry would definitely be promoted.
Jerry sighed. "There's no need to think about it. Our police system is just taking advantage of these cases. Those organizations that look down on us have long since taken over. "
Someone felt wronged and said, "Why should we let them do the work after we gathered the information? Director Jerry, you should report this to the higher-ups! "
Jerry finished the whiskey in his glass, shook his head and said, "Let's take it one step at a time."
Because he was in a bad mood, Jerry drank a little impatiently. After a while, he felt dizzy.
He stood up shakily and refused the help of his subordinates. With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked into the bathroom alone.
First, he took a piss, then he washed his face fiercely. Just as he raised his head, he suddenly found a man standing behind him.
A man he had seen before, but he was a little confused!
"Deputy Director Jerry. We meet again. "
The man in black grinned with a harmless smile on his face. That pair of pitch-black and deep eyes flickered with a cold light that made one's hair stand on end.
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, but he said unhappily, "What are you doing here? Drinking? Go back to your consulate. We don't serve Asians here! "
As he spoke, he touched the holster on his waist with one hand.
He didn't know why Xiao Zheng suddenly appeared here. But years of frontline work had made him more vigilant than ordinary people. He knew that this person didn't come with good intentions.
Whoosh!
There was a flash of cold light. Jerry only felt a pain in his wrist. Then, a strong smell of blood assailed his nostrils. He could no longer control his fingers.
The sharp pain woke up Jerry, who had been drugged by alcohol. He watched his hand being cut off by Xiao Zheng. Jerry's scalp was numb, and his body trembled violently.
He was just about to shout for help, but found that Xiao Zheng was staring at him as if he was a dead man. For a moment, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't shout anything.
"Can we talk?" Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes and stared at Jerry. He didn't seem worried that Jerry would shout.
"Talk — about what?" Jerry was trembling.
Fortunately, he had drunk too much. Otherwise, he would have passed out from the pain in his arm.
"For example, who asked you to send a killer to attack the consulate?" Xiao Zheng said slowly. It seemed very casual.
"What — what did you say?" Jerry's pupils suddenly shrank.
"It doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly." Xiao Zheng pursed his lips and smiled. "But at the rate your wound is bleeding, you will faint in about three minutes."
At that time, he would definitely die!
Jerry, who was originally hot from drinking, suddenly felt cold all over. That was the sequela of excessive blood loss. He also couldn't rule out the fact that the fright made him shiver all over.
"How did you know?" Jerry didn't want to die. He still had a great future ahead of him.
At this moment, he had to tell Xiao Zheng as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would die in the dirty toilet!
"I know when you tell me," Xiao Zheng said with a smile.
"Senator Mylar asked me to do it," Jerry said with a trembling voice. "I don't know anything!"
"Just him?" Xiao Zheng asked with narrowed eyes.
"He's the only one I know," Jerry pleaded. "General Xiao, please let me go."
"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." Xiao Zheng nodded, confirming that Jerry wasn't lying. He turned and walked out of the toilet.
But just as he left, a black figure suddenly appeared.
Then, a pair of scarlet eyes swept over him. It made Jerry feel the endless fear of death.
Of course, this fear was not illusory.
It came from reality.
When he opened his mouth and stared in disbelief at the woman standing in front of him. A dagger had been stabbed into his neck. Then, the woman slowly pulled it out. She turned and left.
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