"Flegg, come in on your own. Luke, go to the room opposite. Catherine's there." The door was soon opened, and Robert's voice rang out.
Hearing that, Flegg was stunned, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. "You …"
The two agents behind Flegg looked at their boss suspiciously.
Flegg tried to calm himself down as he ordered, "Wait outside."
Noticing Flegg's gesture, the two agents relaxed.
It was a gesture to indicate that everything was safe.
The door was closed.
Outside the hallway, Luke shrugged. "Help yourselves." He then opened the door to the opposite room.
The two agents looked at each other and smiled helplessly. This was how tough it was to be a subordinate.
Inside the room, Robert and Flegg were standing in the living room.
Flegg slowly straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and saluted. "Greetings, sir! Rick Flegg, member of the B34 team, reporting for duty. "
After a brief silence, Robert also stood up straight and saluted him back.
After the salute, Flegg continued, "It's great to see you again. I always thought you …"
Robert gestured for him to sit down and said, "You're not an idiot. You know the department's routine, right?"
Flegg smiled bitterly inwardly. How would I know if you're really retired, or if the code name on paper is dead?
In their system, not many people knew if many people were dead or alive.
As for those who died, not many people knew how they died.
That was also why he was so surprised to see Robert.
He had always thought that Robert, who was in his prime, had probably been killed by some bigshot, or at the very least, sent on a deadly mission. Otherwise, he wouldn't have retired so early.
But now, Robert was alive and well, and was even traveling on a cruise?
Flegg didn't know what to say about Robert's simple life.
Robert had never been one to dawdle. Looking at Flegg, he said, "I want you to remove Luke from everything this time. Can you do that?"
After a brief silence, Flegg nodded. "No problem, but you and him …"
Robert said, "He's my child."
Flegg smiled bitterly. "No wonder …"
Robert looked at his face. "What else did he do?"
However, Flegg looked conflicted and didn't say anything.
Robert sneered. "Alright, I know you're the one who abides by the rules. That's why you're still alive. Go do your thing."
Flegg stood up with a bitter smile. "Thank you for your understanding, sir."
Robert also stood up impatiently. "Alright, don't tell anyone that you know me. I'm a retiree."
Flegg remained silent and thought to himself, That's right. Your blackout material should be gathering dust in the B.S.D. archives.
After seeing Flegg off, Luke and Catherine returned to their room.
Looking at Robert, he asked, "An old colleague?"
Robert snorted. "What are you thinking? I've been retired for more than ten years. He was still drinking milk ten years ago."
Luke said, "Flegg is in his thirties, isn't he?"
Robert said, "He looks old. Can't he?"
Luke shrugged. "Fine, fine."
He could tell that Robert didn't want to talk about Flegg.
He turned to Catherine and said with a smile, "The FBI is here. Are you going to continue with your trip?"
Catherine thought for a moment, but still shook her head. "Forget it. Let's stay on land after the ship docks."
Robert: "…"
Luke: "…"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Luke opened it, and an agent said in a low voice, "Captain Flegg needs you."
Luke nodded and turned to look at Robert. After receiving a nod in response, he walked out.
Soon, he reached the rear deck. Seeing that it was Luke, Flegg greeted him and asked, "I need to ask you more questions about what happened just now. Do you understand?"
Luke nodded.
He had been the one talking just now, and Flegg had listened. Now, it was time for Flegg to ask questions and Luke to answer them.
That was how most inquiries went.
However, Flegg's main questions were about the criminals, the middle-aged man who had been held hostage, and the secret special force that came later.
Unfortunately, they were all in the giant octopus's stomach, and it was hard for Flegg to confirm their identities. He could only roughly determine which force they belonged to based on Luke's description.
On the rear deck, Flegg's men in protective suits were cutting up the tentacle and packing it into big boxes.
The tentacle was huge, but more than thirty of Flegg's men were busy, and the other half were on guard.
The passengers and staff on the ship had been told that there was something dangerous on the deck that needed to be dealt with, so they were confined to the hall below.
Except for a few overly curious people who were stopped by the soldiers, everything was still under control.
Of course, this also had to do with the reputation of the American soldiers.
The American soldiers weren't the people's protectors. On the contrary, they were usually deployed to suppress disasters. For example, during a certain hurricane in America in his previous life, the soldiers had driven armored vehicles into the disaster area.
Their duty was to maintain order, not to help the victims.
For the same reason, they were only responsible for maintaining order on the ship, and weren't responsible for the safety of the tourists. They hadn't had that duty since day one.
The men in protective suits were still carefully collecting something on the deck, and there were a lot of people lying on the ground.
Luke knew what they were looking for — the unknown red liquid.
This thing had attracted criminals to hijack the ship, and the special force to launch a desperate attack. In the end, it had even attracted the monster-level giant octopus. This was the core of the entire incident.
A professional like Flegg was the first to notice the key point.
The men in protective suits who were searching for the scattered red liquid on the deck were extremely careful. They split up into small areas and slowly searched from the edge to the center, not missing any suspicious liquid.
Thus, they couldn't move fast.
Even the tentacle on the other side had been cut up and sent to the seaplane, and they were still slowly searching the deck.
Suddenly, Flegg's walkie-talkie rang out. "Captain, two planes are coming."
Since the agent could inform Flegg, the two planes weren't ten thousand meters in the air.
Luke could already hear the noise.
With a roar, the two giants slowed down and approached the ship.
Their rear cabin doors were already opened, and then a few shadows that weren't small in size were dropped down.
Luke glanced at Flegg. "From the looks of it, they seem to have more people than you."
Flegg didn't say anything.
Those were two f * cking C5 Galaxy cargo planes, air giants that could carry almost three hundred soldiers at a time.
.。 m.
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