“…”

It turns out that he regards this place as a lounge?!

Director Martin's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything. He knew very well that the distance between them now, with Mo Nanjue's skills, could kill him in a few seconds.

He now completely believed the rumors on the Tao, why do they say that Mo Nanjue's life is something that others can't afford?

Because no one can kill him.

He is indeed a very powerful figure.

Director Martin's legs were a little weak. He had been in this position for so many years. He couldn't just die like this...

He raised his gaze and saw Mo Nanjue supporting the back of the chair with his left elbow, his slender fingers gently pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to rest.

Director Martin's eyes lit up, and his light swept to the agent beside him and signaled him to shoot.

The agent understood and raised the gun at Mo Nanjue with extremely light movements. Just as his index finger was about to pull the class, Mo Nanjue suddenly opened his eyes. He picked up the machine gun beside him and pointed it at the agent's feet with three shots!

Bang bang bang-

The agent was shot in the calf and immediately threw the gun and fell down.

Mo Nanjue then stood up, swept his long legs and Director Martin was kicked to the ground. The man's gun pointed directly at his eyebrows, "Are you afraid that I will drink your coffee, or can't wait to be disabled?"

“…”

The other agents held their guns vigilantly, but the director was controlled and no one dared to act rashly.

Director Martin held the ground with his palm, so scared that he didn't dare to move. "Mr. Jue, we have something to say. If we don't use force, I will let my people put down their weapons!"

"I asked them to put down their weapons," Mo Nanjue pointed at him condescendingly, "If I pull the trigger now, these people will be someone else's subordinates tomorrow."

Director Martin nodded repeatedly, and the agents put down their hands when they heard this and put the gun aside.

There is a master of control here, and they can't do anything.

At this time, the agent just now brought the brewed coffee over, "Sir, the coffee is ready."

Mo Nanjue picked up the white porcelain coffee cup and took a sip. The bitter smell spread on the tip of his tongue. The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was a bit lazy after moistening, "Tell me, who hired you to catch me?"

"Mr. Jue, you may have misunderstood this, our CIA..."

"I don't want to ask you the third time."

"..." Director Martin swallowed, and knew that this lie was difficult to overcome. He raised his head, "Young Master, you know the rules on the Tao. The person who hired you is a person with great power. He has enough funds and weapons, so I agreed to his conditions."

Enough funds and weapons?

And it must be able to attract the attention of CIA...

Mo Nanjue's tongue gently pressed against the corner of his mouth, and a word suddenly flashed through his mind. He lowered his eyes, "Is it the President who wants you to capture me alive?"

Director Martin was shocked, but he still smiled, "Mr. Jue is joking. You have never seen him. He had cooperated with you a few months ago. How could I let me capture you alive?"

Mo Nanjue stared at him, his sharp black eyes almost saw him through. Director Martin turned his face slightly, "You shouldn't doubt our President, he can't take your life..."

Our President?
Chapter completed!