"Jim made a fuck." Statham did not continue to stay in South America, but returned to the United States. However, he did not return to the company's headquarters in Langley, Virginia, but flew to Washington.

Old Ebbitt Grill was founded in 1856. The list of guests here is not just shining brightly. All the past US presidents, including Roosevelt, have stopped here, not to mention the politicians, celebrities, and journalists who have been here.

Coupled with the geographical location just a few steps away from the White House, Old Ebbitt Grill has become a political vane in Washington, and even passers-by will talk a lot here.

As the years accumulate, the menu here has become more and more abundant, from an inconspicuous tavern to an absolute food landmark. Even the dishes that the US president likes to eat, the prices here are still maintained.

But what is little known is that this is also one of the company's links. There is no way, the president, politicians and celebrities love to come. Then, security measures are naturally indispensable. The projects that the company is responsible for also have security.

"What else can I do if I play and make it happen?!" An old man who looked around seventy and bald with reading glasses was slightly slow to cut Fili in front of him: "Since I'm back, let's rest for a while, don't run around."

Statham paused with the pasta hand in the pasta, then stuffed the pasta into his mouth and said in a vague manner: "What should I do in South America?! Do you have to give up all of them?! It's a pity..."

"It's a blessing that you didn't pay for it." The bald old man still kept his voice: "I thought he was dead that old crow. If I knew he was still alive, I would never agree to get involved with that idiot Jim."

After hearing this, Statham sighed leisurely: "Although I have always known that Jim is a fool. But I never expected that this fool could be so useless. I have blocked the news about the manager, but he still hasn't killed the manager..."

"Service providers, jackals, legions... They still have the value of their existence." The old man glanced at Statham with his turbid eyes: "The advantage of service providers, jackals, and legions is that they can isolate some of our actions to a certain extent."

The old man seemed tired, put down his knife and fork and picked up the red wine and took a sip: "Although these bastards will hurt us to some extent. It is a double-edged sword..."

"But in general, their existence still has high value..." The old man put down the red wine and continued to cut Fili: "As long as we are strong enough, they will naturally not be able to hurt us."

Statham nodded in agreement, but knew in his heart that this was just self-comfort. If it was really strong enough, why should this be done so carefully?!

Wouldn't it be better to just take action to kill the manager and then support Jim to the position? It's because I can't do it and I'm counting on Jim's idiot character to explode, which caused the current situation.

The highest interest of America is capital. Everything comes from capital, and capital has everything. This is basically the fact that everyone knows.

The capital of the legion, the capital of the jackal, and even the capital of the service provider can be ignored. But what cannot be ignored is the capital of the investor. Their capital is too rich, so rich that the old man in front of Statham dares not provoke him easily.

As he said, if the old crow was not dead, he would not dare to let Statham do anything. The old crow's life and death were unclear, which made them think about it. Even so, they did not dare to come forward directly.

He just intercepted some information and helped Jim trick the general manager into South America from the side.

"Prepare it, if it doesn't work, you can take my place." The old man's turbid eyes looked at Statham again: "I've always been unsatisfied with the veteran handing over his hilt to Albert."

But the old man sighed, "But now it seems that his eyes seem to be correct..."

"It shouldn't be this point..." Statham hesitated for a moment and whispered: "They dare not treat you easily with your identity."

The old man smiled a little, picked up the red wine glass and toasted Statham: "The others don't care, it's mainly the attitude of the old crow. He is the key to everything."

Jim... You are so useless. Statham sighed helplessly in his heart, giving you a chance. And it was the biggest chance, and even almost gave you the heads.

What happened?! He pulled the trigger, but the bullet missed. He didn't say that he missed it, but he just scratched the other party's fur and opened his trump card. Statham smiled helplessly and the old crow raised Jim into a waste.

A huge waste. He has ambition but has no strength to match his ambition. Those actions that seem smart actually produce more stupid than pigs.

Jim didn't know now that Statham had classified himself as a stupid pig. He was still trying hard to get contact with Statham, hoping to get information or help from Statham.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that he had been abandoned by Statham. Since he was useless, no one would care about his life or death.

"The bishop is missing, and there are Carl, Roy, James..." Jim did not continue to stay in the city, nor did he stay in his own estate. He had already hid in the jungle, and his family had also sent them away.

There were less than twenty loyal bodyguards following Jim. These were his own confidants, and their family had been placed in place by Jim. Many years ago, they had already been cut.

They just need to die for Jim, and their family will receive good care from a foundation.

"All our sources were cut off, and we didn't dare to check out several strongholds..." Debbs, who was the first person to follow Jim, and is also Jim's personal security supervisor now.

When Jim was in glory, he handled many things on behalf of Jim. He was infected with countless lives under his command. Debbs actually knew very well that his employer had huge flaws in his personality.

However, there was an old crow who used to be with him and he felt that there would be no problem. No matter how big Jim was, as long as the old crow coughed, everything would be calm.

Unfortunately, the old crow is gone now. Jim made this crazy decision again, which led to the current result...

"Are there anyone we can contact with..." Jim seemed to have grown up seven or eight years old overnight. He became extremely haggard, and his hair was not only gray and even began to lose his hair...
Chapter completed!