"Beep, beep, beep."
When the call connected, Church, who was having breakfast with his family, complained, "Damn it, don't you know it's only 7 o 'clock in New York? It's immoral to disturb a family's breakfast. "
"A family? Have you reconciled with your wife and daughter? Sorry, Church, why don't you call me back after you meet your subordinate, Susan Plummer? Okay, talk to you later. "
"Wait," Church quickly stood up and apologized to his wife and daughter, "Sorry, dear, dad will come back to have breakfast with you later."
He walked out of the dining room with the phone, "Damn it, what happened now? How did you know Susan would look for me? William, Devonshire, how dare you spy on an American Special Task Force's operations planning director? F * ck, you've crossed the line. "
"Ha, I've crossed the line? No, I didn't cross the line, but your subordinate did. Susan is looking for trouble with us. Listen carefully, it's our trouble, not mine alone, "William said in a strange tone," If I'm unlucky, don't think you'll have it easy. "
"Our trouble?" Church didn't have to think long to know what it was. "Susan is still watching Bilei Sodium Island?"
"That's right, your subordinate has been thinking about how to get hold of my weakness for the past two months. She even wants to control me," William laughed, "Speaking of which, you people from the Special Task Force are quite bold. You dare to send a C1A former Black Beret to spy on your ally without authorization. Church, how do you think I should treat this spy, or was this arranged by you?"
"F * ck," Church scolded in a low voice, "If I wanted to send someone, I would only send a beauty to your side. How idiotic would I be to send a big guy with a Black Beret to your side? Do you need one or two operatives?"
Church was very angry that his subordinate dared to ignore his hint. When Susan reported to him, he had already hinted to Susan to mind her own business. He didn't expect Susan to agree on the surface, but secretly, she still didn't let it go.
Not only did he not let it go, but he even dared to send someone to secretly lurk around William. It would have been fine if he had not been discovered. Now, not only had he been discovered, even the person in charge had been found out. He even called him, the leader. This sarcastic remark made Church feel as if he had been slapped hard in the face by William.
With a gloomy face, he said emotionlessly, "Whatever. You already said that he's a former C1A Black Beret. Since he's a former member of the secret service, his death has nothing to do with us."
"Hehe, you said it. Don't try to threaten me with this matter when you go to see God. Buddy, remember to call me back after you see Susan. I hope she really won't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, you don't want to see a disobedient subordinate who even messes with his own boss."
"Talk to you later." After that, he changed his clothes and went to the New York Secret Service headquarters.
After hanging up the phone, William smiled and walked to the wine cabinet to get a glass of whiskey. He took a sip and was secretly happy. It seemed that he had intentionally or unintentionally pretended that he couldn't move his legs when he saw a beautiful woman, and the results were unexpectedly good. Not only did he catch the killer group that wanted to deal with him, but he also confused Church.
Of course, William didn't really think that all his opponents were fools and that he was a person who couldn't move his legs when he saw a beautiful woman. However, this illusion would make those who knew him hesitate, and at the same time, trap those who didn't know him.
If a beautiful woman who didn't know him came to his side, it would definitely be a one-way trip. F * ck, William slapped his forehead. It should be said that he left the sugar coating and the cannonball exploding back.
What made him even happier was that Robert McCall, who he had invited to London, had now become a spy and was abandoned by Church. Even Susan, a C1A supervisor, was going to be abandoned.
An hour later, the phone rang. As soon as it was connected, he heard Church say, "What do you want to do?"
"Hehe," William understood that Susan didn't let go as she had promised McCall. "I heard that there was a murder in Brussels, Belgium. The person who died was one of your people. Let Susan investigate this matter, and someone will automatically help us take care of her."
"That's it?"
"Of course, isn't it best if you don't do it yourself? In the end, after all the investigation, it was all done by a mole. Maybe you can even use the mole to get a promotion. If you really get a promotion, you should thank me. "
"F * ck, I'll be thankful if I'm not implicated by a mole. This is the number with the highest confidentiality registration. If you need anything in the future, call this number. Goodbye, no, it's best if we don't meet again. Finally, I want ten sets of bulletproof suits you sold. Take it as a reward for not knowing anything, no problem?"
"Ten sets. Hey, buddy, you have a big appetite. Ten sets can sell for 50 million pounds. Just two sets. Do you want them or not? Remember to send me the measurements. Bye."
"Bastard," Church looked at the busy tone on his phone and shook his head helplessly. He sat in his office chair and pondered for a moment. He knew very well that the spy in Broselle, Belgium, was killed by William in order to find an opportunity to transfer Susan out of the United States.
The incident in Bille Sodium Island not only involved him, but also the upper echelons of the underworld. If someone found out that someone in the upper echelons of the secret service had sent a spy to Bille Sodium Island to cooperate with the local military to grow flour and sell flour, then the one who would die would be Church. Therefore, if Susan didn't die, who would? He sat in his chair and waited quietly for a long time.
"Boss, something happened."
Church, who was holding a document in his hand and pretending to read it seriously, said casually, "What's the matter? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Someone killed Carlbert in Belgium."
"Who? Carlbert? "Church asked in surprise.
"That's right, boss. It's Carlbert. What should we do?"
Church thought for a moment, "Who do you think is suitable to investigate?"
His subordinate was just about to say a name when he suddenly saw a document on Church's desk. On the front cover of the document, there was a retirement report. A form with Susan's picture stuck out from the cover. His subordinate, who had a good relationship with Susan, rolled his eyes and said. "Susan. She has the most experience. It's definitely not wrong to ask her for this kind of thing."
Church looked at his subordinate and followed his gaze to the report on the desk. He picked up the report and put it in the drawer. He then glared at his subordinate and pretended to be deep in thought. After a long time, he said, "Then you're responsible for this. If Susan screws it up, I'll hold you responsible."
His subordinate nodded happily, "Understood, sir. I'll go inform Susan to prepare to leave for Brussels."
"Well, don't do it again. Then get out of here."
"Okay, boss. I'll go now."
After his subordinate left the office, Church took out the report from the drawer with a smile. He took out Susan's information and walked to the shredder. With a few shredding sounds, all the information was shredded into pieces.
If someone was in the office now, they would see that except for Susan's information at the top of the report, the rest of the report was blank paper. They would understand that Church had used this information to hint at his subordinate, who had a good relationship with Susan.
In the future, if something happened to Susan, it would be found that it had nothing to do with Church.
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