Good half-day
Salt just looked up and pursed his lips again and finally said, "I’m the only one left in this batch with me."
Mark smiled and said, "Good. I know that Ted, the director of the CIA, is also your group."
Salt looked complicated and glanced at Mark, who had no idea what Mark would know so clearly.
Mark smiled and pointed to the wall clock without looking up. "Ms. Salt, we don’t have much time."
"… a lot!" Salt glanced at the clock ticking unwillingly and said again, "I can name them, but how do I know if this is true?"
"Very simple!" Mark smiled.
Mark pressed the intercom in front of him and then said, "Minister, I’ve finished my work. Now it’s your turn to play."
One second!
On the other side of the conference room, Justin hit the door with a smile and Secretary of State Colin Lu Se.
Mark stood up and said to salt with a puzzled face, "Introduction-This is the Minister of Justice and this is the current Secretary of State. He wants you to agree to be a KGB agent lurking in the CIA. This order is that you can move to new york with your husband to join the FBI if you want."
"… you will trust me?"
Salt looked at Mark puzzled. Mark knew that KGB had trained spies since childhood. How dare he put himself in?
Mark ha ha a smile!
joke
The federal building has a zombie forensic doctor who tastes like a human brain and tofu.
Another ex-con agent?
Mark thinks
No psychological pressure …
Chapter 29 Women Who Can Change the World
Besides.
Even if Mark wants to accept Salt, it will not be until Salt has passed the FBI loyalty assessment system and all kinds of severe tests.
What the Ministry of Justice is concerned with is to ensure that Evelyn Salt is acquitted of all charges of espionage.
generally speaking
After signing this blank, they all joined the witness protection program of the FBI according to the normal procedure.
After that, I will live in a third-rate town, and at the same time, I will force federal agents to watch around like nannies for three years or years …
Mark gave salt a choice to live with the biologist.
How to choose?
Mark is not a nanny. What does he care about?
To be honest.
Mark’s failure to show that Cooper and Salt are extraordinary is a great concession.
Mark thinks this kind of behavior is simply a sign of kindness.
Paused.
Mark and salt said their promises, and Justin and Secretary of State Lu Se smiled and nodded, then pushed the door of the conference room and went out.
Door!
Mark smiled at the lawyer called by the biologist and said, "You can go in now, Mr. Lawyer."
The lawyer with a briefcase said gravely, "I was not there, and everything my agent said was valid."
"I just want you to go in," Mark said with a faint smile. "Jack took the confidentiality agreement to this … lawyer and let him in after he signed it."
"here!" When Jack heard this, he took out a confidentiality agreement from behind and smiled at the lawyer and said, "Mr. Lawyer, sign it and you can go in and see your agent."
Mr. Lawyer "…"
The lawyer looked down at the confidentiality agreement handed over by Jack, first slightly stunned, and then directly grabbed the pen handed over by Jack and brushed his name.
quite a while
When the lawyer walked into the conference room, Mark glanced at the end of the blocked corridor, with a nervous hand on the Pakistani biologist.
After thinking about it,
Mark said to Debbie, "Let him in. There are not many infatuated men these days."
I can’t help it. Mark is not a spoony.
But it doesn’t prevent him from admiring those spoony people.
How can I put it?
Because the law will always envy?
Debbie nodded and then blew a whistle directly, which caught the attention of the agent down the aisle.
"Let him in!" Debbie pointed to the left and the back, and the two agents were stopped, and the biologist said
The two agents nodded and gave way directly.
The biologist was stupefied, then rubbed his face with his right hand and walked straight towards Mark and others.
"… my wife!"
Relax. I promise your wife will come back to you in one piece.
Salt took a deep breath after hearing this passage from Mark.
