Chapter 1077 Dr. Stanley Goosby

Chapter 1077 Dr. Stanley Goolsby

"Is it really necessary to remind him of Zhang Mingjun's true goal?" Anna's slender fingers kneaded the back of Jack's neck hard while speaking.

There are still some lingering gun calluses on her fingertips, which when rubbed against the relatively soft skin of her neck, will give people a faint burning sour feeling.

It's not just people like Jack who have studied forensic medicine on their own who are proficient in the structure of the human body. In fact, almost everyone who is good at fighting knows the distribution of important internal organs and major muscle groups in the human body.

Anna knew how to knock down a strong man who was more than twice her weight in the fastest way, and she also knew what massage techniques and intensity to use to most effectively relieve muscle fatigue.

After separating from a few people at the barbecue restaurant, the two returned to the hotel to rest. The girl offered to help Jack relax his tense nerves after driving all day.

"Don't you think the people above Lin Zheling are a little too obsessed with Zhang Mingjun?" Jack asked without answering.

The feudal country in the north has always been closed. It took the CIA so long to be a diplomat, but Lin Zheling was able to travel to and from the 38th Parallel multiple times in the name of arresting fugitives. This is actually very unusual.

"So you think there's something hidden behind this matter?" As a former FSB agent, Anna easily understood the hidden meaning of Jack's question.

She was previously a major participant in this kind of secret fight between countries, or strictly speaking, she was a knife in the hands of the participants.

"To silence him, or something else?" She frowned and leaned down against Jack's back.

The girl knows that she cannot monopolize this man for too long, so she cherishes the time she has now.

"It should be for money." Jack's tone was a little uncertain. "According to the investigation of those secret accounts, it can be confirmed that at least one billion US dollars are still missing."

Although Anna considers herself not a woman who is passionate about money, after hearing this number, her breathing still became somewhat rapid.

Sometimes the numbers are too big and people have no idea, so in this case, a horizontal comparison is needed.

Regardless of the wealth of some well-known rich people, such as Kaiyuan Ma Sheng, whose wealth is often measured in hundreds of billions of dollars, globally, according to Forbes statistics, there are only 2,600 rich people with a net worth of one billion U.S. dollars or more. Multiple people.

Such a huge amount of wealth is enough to make anyone crazy.

"I suspect that the real task that the important official gave Lin Zheling was to get back the billion dollars, which was exactly the bait Zhang Mingjun used to fish."

Jack said as he turned over on the bed and straightened his posture. The expression on his face was a bit complacent that I had seen through everything.

Anna pressed against his chest, quietly feeling the strong heartbeat, "Then do you think the big fish will take the bait?"

"We won't know until next Monday. That's a billion dollars. How many people can refuse such a temptation."

Jack curled his lips in disdain. He had never been interested in things that he couldn't control with one hand. However, the little girl in front of him had just gained weight after getting fat. She was soft enough to hold and felt good in the hand.

Lin Zheling didn't know much about what happened to Zhang Mingjun's wife and daughter. He only knew that the important official was once Zhang Mingjun's direct superior and was responsible for managing the secret research institute that produced citrus poison.

The actual head of this research institute is named Jin Zhexiu. He and Zhang Mingjun were involved in the same "political turmoil". The whereabouts of their family members are unknown. I followed the latter and escaped from the Northern Dynasties.

This Kim Cheol-soo should be the chemical expert mentioned in the intelligence, and Jack suspects that the so-called "political turmoil" is actually a less successful silencing operation.

"Sleep, we have to pick someone up at the airport later." Jack gently stroked the girl's smooth back, hugged her into his arms, and then pulled the quilt over the two of them.

"Last question." Anna breathed softly into Jack's ear, "Are you interested in the money? Maybe I can help you."

"Do you look like I'm short of money?" Jack sighed, grabbed her restless little hand and warned.

"Comrade Anna Sergeeva, I want to warn you, don't let the American mentality of chasing money at all costs occupy your brain, unless the money falls right in front of you without anyone noticing, Otherwise, don’t touch it.”

Anna chuckled, "You sound like you're not American."

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Three hours later, Jack carefully moved the girl's long legs away from him and stood up to wash up.

Rossi had already sent him a text message. The chemical weapons expert affiliated with the FBI would arrive in an hour.

When he drove the Sababan with a bumpy roof and some peeling paint onto a tarmac at the Osan Air Force Base, he almost got scared when he saw a middle-aged man wearing a cheap black suit and with obvious balding hair getting off the transport plane. Turn around and run.

He often saw Uncle Cage's face, not only in the movies of his previous life, but also in Yifang's cafe (Chapter 371: Interesting Transaction).

Lucky Charlie and the beautiful Yvonne are very happily married, and the cafe's business has always been booming. You can often see the New York police officer who is off duty helping in the evening.

As a personal participant and planner of this adult fairy tale, Jack would even drag single Aubrey over to sit with him when he had nothing to do, and taught him that marriage is not only the result of love, but also requires careful management to maintain it for a long time, etc. kind of "life experience".

However, Charlie is less than 30 years old, and is a young version of Nicolas Cage. The man who appeared in front of Jack now is closer to his impression of "Uncle Cage", with a bald forehead and a receding hairline.

"Hi, Agent Tavoler, right?" The middle-aged man who was looking around blankly saw Jack opening the door and getting out of the car, and his slightly nervous expression was visibly relaxed.

"Hello, Dr. Stanley Goosby, just call me Jack." Jack stretched out his hand to shake his hand, and bent down to help him lift the luggage at his feet.

"I prefer to be called Special Agent Stanley Goosby, of course you can call me Stanley." The "middle-aged Cage" looks like a "slant-eyed" who has been squatting in the laboratory for many years, and his hand strength is actually not small.

Seeing him looking at the busy soldiers around like a curious baby, Jack couldn't help but laugh, "Is this your first time traveling on a military plane? Special Agent Gooseby."

"Ah, yes, that's right, call me Stanley, otherwise I will always call you Supervisory Agent Tavoler. To be honest, you look a lot younger than I thought."

"Middle-aged Cage" Stanley Gooseby looks quite talkative and will take the initiative to find topics as soon as he comes up.