"No!" Director Martin immediately denied, and he raised his head, "Your Majesty, you're thinking too much. How could the president of another country let me capture you alive? I represent the CIA. I can't do such a thing, absolutely not."

Director Martin could not admit it if he beaten to death. You must know that although it was an agreement reached with President Phila in private, he used CIA agents and CIA's material resources. If this matter is exposed, his position will definitely not be guaranteed.

Not only status, he will also be sentenced for a crime of affair with the enemy country, and will be scolded and interrogated...

At that time, you will not even be able to save your life and will also involve your family.

Director Martin had a serious expression on his face and a sincere expression, but Mo Nanjue saw tension in his eyes.

He glanced lightly and saw Director Martin's slightly trembling fingers hanging beside him.

Mo Nanjue's eyes raised, and his heart also determined the answer because of his actions.

"You just agree to the requests of other presidents and openly use the resources of the CIA," Mo Nanjue said, leaning down slightly, a light but cold voice scattered in Director Martin's ears, "Are you not afraid of the US government? You say you collude with enemies and treason... and destroy your whole family?"

He said something he feared the most.

Director Martin was shocked, and he insisted on calming himself, "I know what Jue said, of course I know, so I said, that's absolutely impossible. It's another matter to capture you alive, but the people who look for me have nothing to do with other countries. I am an American and will always be loyal to the United States. I can't collude with enemies and treason."

"Oh?" Mo Nanjue's eyelids twitched slightly. He stretched out his hand and bounced Director Martin's collar. "Don't be excited, I didn't say you are not loyal to the United States. Why do you want to prove it so urgently?"

“…”

Director Martin pursed his lips, afraid of falling into his trap, so he did not respond.

He knew he wouldn't kill him, and even if he wanted to kill, he wouldn't be in the CIA Logistics Center full of cameras.

But some things are far more terrifying than killing him...

Mo Nanjue withdrew his hand, stood up straight, looking at him with a high apology, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. No matter who the person who hired you to catch me, tell him that since he insisted on seeking death, I will help him find the best way to die as he wishes."

“…”

Director Martin still did not answer the conversation.

Mo Nanjue's black eyes swept over the agent beside him, "The coffee tastes light, thirty-seven coffee beans are too few, forty-six are just right."

The agent was stunned, "How did you know I grind thirty-seven coffee beans..."

But Mo Nanjue didn't look at him anymore. He put his hands in his pockets and turned around and walked out.

Director Martin stood up on the edge of the table. He looked at his back and suddenly said, "Mr. Jue, I kindly remind you, don't relax your guard, because you don't know who you offended."

"I'll give you this sentence, too," Mo Nanjue didn't reply, "You don't know who you have offended."

Director Martin tightened his hands and did not want to miss such a good opportunity. He raised his hand and signaled the agent to take action immediately.

However, just as he raised his hand, Mo Nanjue seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly, and a small pistol slid out of his cuffs-

Mo Nanjue pulled the trigger without hesitation, and heard a bang!

The bullet hit Director Martin's calf, and blood flowed...

"ah--"
Chapter completed!