"Michelo Jacker," John Mian smiled. "Like Schwarger, he's the only known, recorded, and living sharpshooter in the world who can hit 1600 yards. He's also the one who killed Archbishop Desmond himself.
If there's no other way, I'll get someone to take Michelo Jacker to a ranch in Virginia.
Ask Deputy Director Cynthia to lead a team to catch him. The ranch will prepare everything she needs, including the motive for the murder, the remote sniper rifle, and all the evidence.
Even if Cynthia catches a dead man in the end, she'll still be able to solve the case of Benjamin Arthur's assassination. Do you think Ms. Cynthia will be promoted because of this? "
"That's a good idea, but how can you guarantee that Michelo Jacker will die obediently?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Senator. Michelo's entire family is under my control. If I hadn't pulled him out of the ruins, he would've been dead long ago."
"Very good, Colonel. I look forward to your good news. Bye," Charles Mian smiled with satisfaction.
"Bye, Mr. Senator," John Mian looked at Charles Mian who was slowly walking away and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. If it weren't for your idiot son, Robert Mian would've gone to Ethiopia.
He personally persuaded those natives to move, but in the end, he didn't listen to his advice and told them his identity. He was then locked up as a hostage. Do we have to clean up the entire village in such a hurry to save him?
Charles Mian said to the middle-aged man beside him expressionlessly, "Help me contact people. Find out the people who saved Robert and secretly kill them."
"Understood," the middle-aged man nodded. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "What about Colonel John Jacker?"
Charles Mian looked down at the road and said expressionlessly, "Did the people sent to John Jacker find out where he hid the evidence?"
"There's no news yet," the middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "Boss, we've been looking for him for so many years without any results. I suspect that the place where he hid the evidence is not in the United States at all."
"If it's not in the United States, where is it?"
"It's very likely that it's in Africa. In recent years, John Wilson has been going to Africa to pay his respects to his wife and children every six months. Maybe we can go there and look."
"Yes, regardless of whether it is true or not, send someone to look for him. John knows too much. If my son Robert wants to run for the position of Main Barrel in the future, the news of him being captured must not be spread."
"Understood, sir. I'll go get some people to clean up those hidden dangers, and then I'll send someone to Africa."
"Yes, we have to be discreet. The team that saved Robert probably didn't know who they were saving, so they'd rather be slow and not attract attention," Charles Mi En instructed cautiously.
"Understood, sir."
Everything that Charles Mi En said was immediately reported to William in Brazil on Sunday.
William had already arrived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for a few days. At this time, he was lying on the Liwa 50t yacht with Ambrose in his arms. He wanted to do something he liked to do. Before he could start, he was interrupted by Sunday.
This made William very unhappy. He had no choice but to let go of Ambrose's hand and walked to the railing of the yacht to listen to the detailed report of the past few days.
After listening, William asked in surprise, "Where did Robert Mi En come from? And he still wants to run? "
"Forget it, let Benjamin Arthur worry about this kind of thing. I believe that Mr. Robert Mi En will soon know how powerful the Arthur family is. Can you find the list of the people who saved Robert?"
"Please wait a moment, sir." After waiting for a few minutes, Sunday reported, "Sir, I need authorization. This 1996 document needs to be hacked into the special data room of C1A."
"Okay, as usual, don't let anyone find out."
Ten minutes later, Sunday reported, "Sir, there are eleven people on this list. You must be very familiar with one of them."
"Who?" William was puzzled.
"Frank Moses."
"Frank Moses, isn't this another alias of the church?"
William lowered his head and pondered for a moment. Soon, he knew what was going on. He was just about to call the church to remind him.
Suddenly, he thought of the non-polluting, radiation-free red mercury portable nuclear egg in the second part of the Flaming Battlefield.
F * ck, I can't remind him like this, or the portable nuclear egg will fly away.
If I get that portable nuclear egg, I can find a deserted place and let Sunday analyze it. Maybe I can replicate it.
Then I will have a life-saving trump card in the future. "Send the Spider Robot to watch the church 24 hours a day. From today onwards, if the church is attacked, notify me. If there is any danger, immediately save him."
"Understood, sir. Task accepted. The Spider Robot will watch Mr. Church 24 hours a day."
"Well, tell Harry Hart of Kingsman to send someone to protect Old Swagger. If John Wilson's people appear in London, throw them into the underground prison and let them stay there for the rest of their lives."
"Yes, sir."
Now that he had evidence, William was not in the mood to waste time with Charles Mi En, John Wilson, and the others. He dialed Benjamin Arthur's number.
As soon as the phone was connected, Benjamin's unhappy voice could be heard. "God, it's only 6 o 'clock in the morning. I hope you're telling me good news. Otherwise, I'll be in a worse mood after being pressured by some people for the past few days."
"Haha, I can only say that I'm sorry. What I said should be half good news for you. Do you know Charles Mi En from Montana?" William laughed.
Hearing William's mixed opinion, Benjamin Arthur could not help but feel worried. "Of course, Charles Meen and his son Robert Meen are both Counselors and Volunteers. How can I not know the Meen family, who are both Councilors?" William asked.
"Hehe, how's your relationship? I heard that Charles' son Robert wants to participate in the next general election. Do you know about this?"
"Do you?" Benjamin quickly understood what William meant. He narrowed his eyes and said, "The last time I met with Charles, he told me that he and Robert are my staunch supporters.
I hope that on account of the friendship between the Mi En family and the Arthur family for many years, I can give Robert Mi En some advice so that he won't make mistakes because he has just been elected as a Councilor. "
"Then I hope you haven't reminded Mr. Robert in a hurry, lest you pass on your precious experience to someone who almost sent you to meet God."
"Are you kidding? Buddy. "
"What do you think?" William grinned and lied through his teeth. "I don't know anyone from the Mi En family, and I have no conflict of interest with them. If I didn't overhear some unusual conversations, I wouldn't even know who Charles Mi En is."
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