I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

In a very inconspicuous small manor on the outskirts of Washington, the study is brightly lit.

A black elderly man in a heavy nightgown with age spots on his face is looking at the documents in his hand with dazzling glasses. After a long time, he put down the file tremblingly, raised his head and smiled at Holly who was sitting across from him: "Sorry, you have been waiting for a long time. No way, his mind becomes dull as he gets older."

Holly said blankly, "Director William, it doesn't matter if you are old, don't let others think that our NIA is also old and useless."

NIA Director William Cabot laughed and pointed to Holly: "Your temper is the same as when you first came in."

Holly did not speak.

William tightened his nightgown, closed his eyes and leaned on the seat comfortably, and said in a low voice, "You all know that President Robert has the intention to change the Director of the NIA? I guess before the end of his term. , Will fix this. In that case, I should think more about my future retirement life."

"It's a fake to move you, and it's true to move the NIA?" Holly sneered. "Whether it is the White House or Congress, they have always had great opinions on the powerful NIA, and they have long wanted to revoke the split. I heard that they even After the split, the names of the departments have been thought up. The one in charge of the country is called FBI, and the one in charge of foreign countries is called CIA."

William smiled and said, "I heard about this, and I heard that your husband James is still one of the behind the scenes who pushed it hard."

Holly snorted: "If the NIA is really broken up, then the newly formed CIA happens to be under his jurisdiction, and he is naturally happy to promote this."

"Since everyone thinks so, so the situation is like this, I can't help it." William sighed, "At this time, it's safe and best not to move."

Holly looked coldly at the seemingly amiable old man in front of her. After a while, she said: "Robert has only less than two years left in the presidency."

William nodded slightly: "Two years, enough."

"But the Director of NIA, there has never been a term of office." Holly still said with a calm face, "If the NIA's decline is inevitable, then I am not willing to just disappear like this."

William didn't speak and seemed to fall asleep.

Holly sighed slightly, and said solemnly: "As a disciple of that adult's door-closing disciple, wouldn't you just watch the game established by his old man and finally close the door in your hands?"

"Master taught me when he was still alive that everything has a beginning and an end. People are like this, countries are like this, and everything in the world is like this." William's voice is like a dream. , It's time to end..."

Holly's phone vibrated suddenly, she took it out and took a look, and said solemnly: "The evidence is in hand."

William still looked feeble: "Really?"

Holly opened the text message and read word by word: "Killed 112 gunmen, seized more than 20 million yuan in stolen money, and has obtained a CD-ROM from Mayor Ferry."

"Holly, you have a good nephew!"

William opened his eyes, his somewhat muddy old eyes seemed to give off a terrifying glow. He motioned to Holly to bring the white landline on the desk over: "I am William... Yes, the time is right, let's do it... That's right. , All caught on the list!"

William buckled the microphone, stood up slowly, and said to Holly: "Let's go, go to New York. Without me, I'm afraid Willy alone may not be able to hold those guys."

"The old fox who doesn't see rabbits and eagles!" Holly smiled weirdly, "I just said so much nonsense just now, isn't it because I am worried that there will be no evidence in the end. I have to prepare for it tomorrow, so I have to wait for others to do it first. ."

William smiled as he walked out the door: "Holly, if you become the chief in the future, you must remember one sentence, speak high-key and do things low-key!"

Holly held on to William and sneered: "There is still the ability to bend and stretch, and use a sword to seal the throat, right?"

William shook his head: "Master, he said, the meaning of NIA's existence is deterrence, deterring foreign countries and deterring the country, so NIA can never be weak and retreat. Even if it is fragile in the end, it has to die with the enemy, even if it is exhausted. If they are broken, they must use their teeth to severely tear a piece of flesh and blood from them!"

While talking, an armed helicopter descended from the sky, roaring and landed on the lawn in the manor.

In the NIA New York branch, all File size leaders above the middle level are sitting listlessly in the large conference room. Starting at eight o'clock in the evening, they were notified to come to the emergency meeting, and they turned in their weapons and mobile phones. As a result, until now, Willie and other supervisors have yet to show up.

Every time someone asks anxiously, the answer is always to wait patiently. I didn't want to behave anymore, but there was a strange agent guarding the door of the meeting room, and no one was allowed to leave the meeting room without Willy's permission, let alone contact the outside world.

In another small conference room, the five supervisors in charge were sitting in it, looking at Willie lying on the seat with a ugly expression, seeming to be dozing off. After a long time, one of the white men with thinning hair couldn't help it anymore and yelled at Willie: "Director Willie, when shall we wait?"

Old God Willie was saying: "Wait."

"Waiting for what?"

"confidential."

"Fart, what needs to be kept secret from our supervisors?"

Willie laughed: "Calm down, Director Guise, this is a request from above, and I can't help it."

"Upper? Where?"

"It's definitely Washington."

"Well, I'll call and ask what's going on."

"Sorry, confidentiality is required. During the meeting, no one is allowed to contact the outside world, including me."

Another black supervisor banged the table hard, stood up and said coldly: "I don't believe it, I'll call now to see who dares to stop me!"

"Please, Director Carlyle."

Willie spread his hands nonchalantly.

Carlyle strode to the door of the conference room, then he yanked the door hard, and found that the door was locked and could not be opened no matter what.

"Don't bother, Director Carlyle," Willie said lazily. "As I said, no one is allowed to contact the outside world, even if I can't. Even if you rush out, the outside guard will not let you go. of."

"Willie, you are an abuse of privilege. You are obstructing normal office order and violating work regulations. I will go to Washington to sue you..."

The two supervisors in charge, one black and the other white, were different, and the other three supervisors had different expressions, but they looked at Willie silently. And Willie also just smiled, unmoved.

I don't know how long it took, when the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open. A group of agents in suits walked in. The leader was a fat, amiable, pudgy man.

"How...Hausman?" The black executive named Carlyle was shaking. "When did you come to New York?"

"Just arrived," the short fat man named Hausmann took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat beads on his bald forehead. He smiled, "The internal affairs department is a bit cumbersome to go through the procedures, which has delayed everyone's time. I'm so sorry!"

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