Chapter 82 How much money can do?

I want to...

Control the troops of the world?

Supervisor Walter's eyes twitched.

"Speak human language."

"You can let me in, but after this is over, I want the position of New York City Sentinel Chief."

"That's impossible."

Supervisor Walter's face darkened when he heard Locke's request, and he refused without thinking: "Locke, I called you big brother, have you forgotten that I am just an assistant agent supervisor."

At this point, Walter seemed to think of something, and asked curiously: "Also, aren't you planning to work in the mutant laboratory? Why do you suddenly fancy the position of Sentinel Chief?"

Locke shrugged: "It's very simple. You want me to lead the team to attack. The conditions agreed before were just the conditions for promotion to the mutant laboratory, which is not proportional to what I have to pay."

You get what you sow.

You get what you pay.

In layman's terms, that is, how much money you have, how much you do!

Confucius said that if you do good things without seeking rewards, then no one will choose to do good things in the future.

The greater the ability, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

This sentence is correct.

As for why it is not the position of the New York Sentinel Chief?

"If I become the New York Sentinel Chief, I will also be qualified to go to the mutant laboratory."

"That's right."

Director Walter listened to this and nodded subconsciously.

Nowadays, the confidentiality level of the mutant laboratory is a 2S-level secret within the Sentinel Secret Service.

But the director of the New York City Sentinel Secret Service has a confidentiality level of 2S, which is enough to decrypt and understand the experimental content and location of this mutant laboratory.

It's just...

Walter smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I advise you not to think about the position of director. What level are you now? Senior agent, not to mention director. Even if you take over my position, there are still two or three steps to go, let alone director. Don't even think about it for seven or eight years."

Locke touched his chin: "Walter, I think that my contribution is enough to offset my seven or eight years of hard work."

Walter laughed: "You think it's useless, but the top management must think so."

Locke shrugged.

"Then there's nothing to talk about?"

"No."

"Then what's there to talk about."

Locke smiled and pretended to hang up the phone: "I'm busy looking for the suspect who wiped out Paul and the others, and I don't have time to go to the building."

Director Walter's eyelids jumped and he quickly stopped Locke: "Wait a minute."

Locke's mouth corners raised.

"Anything else, Director?"

"Wait... I'll ask for you."

"Thank you, Director."

"Haha."

Director Walter sneered: "No need to thank me. When I get scolded, just remember to treat me to a drink when I come back."

"No problem, I still have a bottle of Thunder Bourbon from home."

Locke replied with a smile.

Director Walter hung up the phone in his hand, stood there, thought for a while, took a deep breath, put away the phone, and walked into the small conference room next to him.

In the conference room.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Director One-Eyed Nick Fury and several unnamed clerks gathered with the Washington executives of the Sentinel Secret Service.

But the two sides were clearly divided, and the atmosphere could not be said to be tense, at least it could be said to be incompatible.

However, because Nick Fury had already made his move, both sides were temporarily in a rest period.

The people of S.H.I.E.L.D. were waiting for a reply from the Sentinel Secret Service.

The senior officials of the Sentinel Secret Service were waiting for a reply from Walter, the supervisor who had just been sent out to get information.

When several senior officials saw Walter coming in, their eyes lit up.

Supervisor Walter lowered his head and walked to the side of the director of the Sentinel Secret Service with an expressionless face. He bent over and whispered Locke's conditions.

The director, who was originally leaning on the chair and smoking a cigar, listened to Walter's words and his eyebrows gradually tightened.

He sat up, turned his head and looked at Walter, without saying a word.

Walter also looked at the director with a serious face and said nothing.

But the two of them said almost everything again.

"Are you sure you didn't say it wrong?"

"No, Locke said so."

"Hiss."

The director took a breath and looked at the senior officials of the bureau sitting next to him.

Five minutes later.

In the small room next to the small conference room.

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The chief of the Sentinel Secret Service crossed his arms, relayed Locke's request, and then looked at the other four people who came to the small room for a meeting: "How about this request, do you agree?"

The deputy chief is a middle-aged man who looks shrewd at first glance: "No, impossible, how can this be allowed."

From a senior agent directly to the chief of the New York City Sentinel?

Good guy.

This is the rhythm of a direct rise to heaven.

The head of the Sentinel Secret Service, that is, the boss of the boss of the boss of Walter, the boss of Locke's boss, retorted to the deputy director: "The problem now is that Nick Fury must let him lead the team in."

The head of the Sentinel Office on the side pushed the glasses on his nose: "Asking for a sky-high price, pay it back when it lands."

No one who can survive in Washington is a fool.

Everyone present knew what Nick Fury was thinking.

He just wanted to kill Locke by using the vampire's hand.

The top leaders of the Sentinel Secret Service knew it clearly.

Locke also knew it clearly, so he dared to ask for such a high price for the position of the New York City Sentinel Chief.

The Sentinel Secret Service Chief glanced at the office manager who spoke, and then looked at Walter who was a nobody.

"Who is the current operations director of New York City?"

"No one."

Walter answered without thinking: "The operations director of New York City is concurrently managed by Deputy Director Jonathan, the operations director of New York State."

After all, the headquarters of the Sentinel Secret Service in New York State is also in New York City.

The Sentinel Secret Service Chief heard this and nodded thoughtfully.

The deputy director who had just objected frowned again when he saw this.

"Director, I think..."

"Okay, Deputy Director Ode, you just came here, and there are some things you need to look at more."

The Sentinel Secret Service Director directly interrupted the deputy director who had just taken office, then looked around, and finally spoke slowly to Walter.

"Director, don't think about it, even if his last name is Underwood, he can't sit in the position of director now."

"But..."

"I can give him the position of Operations Director of the New York Sentinel Secret Service and Deputy Director of Operations in New York City."

"And for the mutant laboratory, I will authorize him to increase his confidentiality level."

"Of course, this is conditional."

The Sentinel Secret Service Director said so, and then looked at Walter with a sharp gaze: "Do this battle beautifully for me, I can give him what he wants, but if he fails, tell him that staying in is a decent choice."

Walter, feeling Alexander, couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Yes, Chief."

"Contact him."

"Okay."

Director Walter did not hesitate at all, turned around and left the small room, calling Locke who was waiting for his message.

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