Bnehamin's heart sank when he heard William say that he was the unluckiest Chief Bucket. However, when he heard William say that he was kissed by God, he thought about it carefully and realized that it was true.
Just a few months after he took office, he encountered an attack on the White Palace. Michael Banning, the Spartan Emperor, risked his life to rescue him and he was finally safe and sound.
A few months later, he encountered another attack in England. This time, even three Marine One's were shot down. He had to pay a huge price to get William to save him.
However, within a month after he returned to America, he encountered another attack. Damn, Bnehamin suddenly realized that he was the unluckiest Chief Bucket in history.
As for being kissed by God, Bnehamin didn't believe it himself, but it was true that he was lucky.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak," a police report came from Banning's earpiece. After he turned on the loudspeaker, he heard, "All units, all units, the suspect is Bob Lee Swagger. I repeat, the suspect is Bob Lee Swagger."
Banning and Bnehamin looked at William in shock. It was exactly as he had speculated. The murderer reported by the police was Bob Lee Swagger.
"Hmph, some people found the wrong cannon fodder," William sneered. "Looking for someone who is proficient in escaping to be the scapegoat. Hehe, some people are destined to be disappointed."
Banning looked at his watch, shook his head, and retorted, "Not to mention the police in Philadelphia, the FB1 and the Secret Service are also hunting for Swagger. In twenty minutes, all the exits in Philadelphia will be blocked. He won't be able to escape."
"How about we make a bet?"
"No, you still have the mood to bet at this time," Bnehamin rejected William's suggestion without thinking because he believed William's guess. Swagger might really be able to escape from Philadelphia.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." William looked at his watch and smiled. "Ha, it seems that the Philadelphia police are very efficient. It only took us five minutes to arrive at the scene. Congratulations, Bnehamin, under your leadership, the Philadelphia Police Air Police showed the fastest speed in the world."
"Hmm?" Both Benjamin and Banning were stunned by William's words. Banning thought about it and explained to Benjamin, "As far as I know, even in Washington, unless there is a helicopter police patrolling in the air, there will be no one.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to arrive at the scene in less than five minutes. Mr. Tub and the others came too quickly. It's really suspicious. "
"Someone couldn't wait to get rid of Schwarger to cover up the truth," William said sarcastically to Benjamin, who had a suspicious look on his face. "Benjamin, don't forget that we were taking pictures and would turn our bodies every few seconds.
No sniper would fire in such a situation because it would take four to five seconds for the bullet to hit the target.
Secondly, as far as I know, last month Swagger helped the English Military Intelligence take down an Italian Sicilian boss.
The sniper's range is about 1,300 meters, so it doesn't make sense for him to miss today. It seems like he made a big mistake and accidentally killed an archbishop that no one cares about. "
"So, I was used by someone," Bnehamin was relieved to William's surprise. "Fortunately, it wasn't Amir Barkavi. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight."
"Someone in your organization used you as a cover and used you. Aren't you angry?" William looked at Bnehamin in confusion.
"Is there any use in being angry?" Bnehamin pressed a button helplessly and took out a coke from the car's fridge. He took a few sips. "I don't understand why someone would want to kill Archbishop Desmond. He's just an Ethiopian."
"Who knows?"
When William remembered that the scene today was a scene from Sniper of Life and Death, he knew why the person behind the scenes wanted to kill Archbishop Desmond. He even knew that the mastermind was Senator Charles Meen from Montana.
However, William had no obligation to tell Bnehamin now. Instead, he teased him, "Did you have a conflict with someone or a group recently? Maybe their original target was you, but the gunman they hired made a big mistake and killed Archbishop Desmond by mistake."
He was just joking, but when Bnehamin heard it, it was really effective.
Bnehamin clenched the coke can tightly, and his eyes slowly became fierce. "I only appeared in public three times this month, and I didn't expect something to happen to me in the first one. Haha, does that mean there are very few people I can trust?"
"Don't you already know the answer in your heart?" William shamelessly tempted him. "At the very least, the other party must have known about the time you went out and the arrangement of your security. You don't need an outsider like me to tell you how high the status of the person who knows about these things is."
Bnehamin thought silently. Initially, he did not think about it in any other way. However, when he heard William's words and thought about the conflicts he had with the military-industrial complex recently, he could not help but think of the worst.
There was more than one director who had been killed after offending the military-industrial complex, and there were even more who had been attacked.
Bnehamin knew very well how crazy the military-industrial complex was. He now had to determine whether the sniper case was caused by the military-industrial complex. Otherwise, he might make a wrong decision in the future that would affect his official career.
When he thought of this, Bnehamin's eyes drifted to William, who was drinking whiskey. He thought about the gains and losses in his heart. After a few minutes, he said, "What do I need to pay you to ask you to help me investigate today's incident?"
"Hehe, Mr. Director, you haven't paid me the reward you owed me last time. How can I still believe in your credibility?"
Finally, he had led Bnehamin astray. William suppressed the joy in his heart and said, "The reward you promised me has been delayed for almost a month. This is not the attitude a collaborator should have."
Looking at William, who was obsessed with money, Bnehamin could not help but shake his head helplessly. The reward of 500 million US dollars was too much. Even if he was the director, he could not directly pay in cash or assets. Otherwise, what awaited him would be a crazy investigation by the opposition.
Deputy Director Drum Bull had only agreed because he was forced to do so. He could only save Bnehamin first. After all, it was not like they had never stood up on an agreement before.
Now that Bnehamin had been rescued, however, as the director, the things he needed to worry about and consider were different from Mr. Deputy Director.
After thinking for a moment, Bnehamin said, "If I sell Amir Barkavi's assets in London to you at a low price, not only will I face the criticism of the opposition, but you will also be investigated and put in a difficult position. Maybe we can change our approach."
"Go on, Mr. Director." William did not understand this at first. However, the Americans had delayed payment for almost a month. He would be an idiot if he still did not understand.
"Maybe I can support your company's bulletproof suits in public or private occasions in a subtle and low-key manner. If the time is right, I can also recommend the purchase of bulletproof suits or combat uniforms to the Women's Club and the military. What do you think of this proposal?"
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