When I opened the container in front of me, the induction light inside lit up.

This is naturally not an ordinary container. In fact, this container is in common with the several containers next to it.

Several containers gathered together to form a very large room.

And this is a temporary refuge he prepared.

There is food, drinking water, and a lot of weapons and equipment.

The most important thing is that there are many iron boxes inside, and inside the boxes are a dozen green Franklins.

This money was all quietly put in by Frank from previous missions.

In fact, he could retire a long time ago, and the cash hidden in this hiding place alone was millions.

And he arranged more than a dozen such hiding places throughout North America.

Now credit cards are no longer available, but fortunately, with this cash, he can ensure his life is worry-free.

He observed around and confirmed that there was no follower around him. He entered the container and closed the door.

First he went to the bathroom and began to change his image.

Over the years, working at the Jefferson Institute, he has always had a big beard and long hair.

Moreover, the long hair is greasy and often does not wash.

The reason why I maintain that image is to ensure that something like this will happen one day.

He cut off his long hair and beard, and then dyed himself all black hair.

Then he took out the makeup box and tinkered it on his face. He stopped until the image of a Latin American mixed-race child appeared in the mirror.

Looking at himself who was beyond recognition in the mirror, he let out a long sigh and finally felt relieved.

Then he started to modify the Toyota outside, which was very simple.

He just puts a film on the car. He used to do this kind of thing, and he can be said to be familiar with it.

After a while, the Toyota car was changed color and then changed its license plate.

Back in the container, he ate something briefly and originally wanted to call his immediate boss Adams.

But after thinking about it, I still suppressed the impulse.

Then he began to make plans, since he had been targeted.

Then we have to find out where those people came from. To be honest, it is difficult for him to believe that the people of Kalapag dared to make such a big move in his hometown.

It is one thing for them to kill John, but it is another thing for them to dare to do it on themselves.

Although he was working at the Jefferson Institute on the surface, no one knew that this institute had close ties with the large domestic intelligence agencies.

It can even be said that it is the plug-in of those institutions...

Doing things to yourself is a provocation to those institutions.

He really didn't believe that those people had such courage to challenge those institutions locally.

If you think this way, then the mastermind behind the attack on yourself is likely to be someone else.

He thought about it, then called Johnson's phone number, and the phone was quickly connected.

"Listen, I need your help! Of course, I won't let you be in vain. You will go to XX place to wait for me tomorrow."

"What if I don't?"

Johnson on the other end of the phone was obviously not willing to participate in Frank's affairs.

Obviously what happened today made him retreat.

Although he is a ruthless man, he is not stupid. His former boss and Frank whom he met today are not a good deal.

"Don't worry, I'm not Brother Chu. I've already dumped them last night and my phones have been replaced with new ones..."
Chapter completed!