I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

In a very inconspicuous small manor on the outskirts of Washington, the study room is brightly lit.

An old black man in a heavy nightgown with age spots on his face was looking at the documents in his hand with flower glasses. After a long time, he put down the document tremblingly, raised his head and smiled at Hollis who was sitting across from him, "Sorry for keeping you waiting. There is no way, my brain becomes dull with age."

Hollis said with a blank expression: "Director William, it doesn't matter if you are old, don't let others think that our NIA is also old and useless."

NIA Director William Cabot laughed and pointed at Hollis: "Your temper is still the same as when you first came in."

Hollis said nothing.

William tightened his nightgown, closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat comfortably, and said in a low voice, "You all know that President Robert intends to replace the director of the NIA, right? I guess before the end of his term , will take care of this matter. Since this is the case, I should think more about my future retirement life. "

"It's fake to move you, but it's true to move NIA?" Hollis sneered, "Whether it is the White House or Congress, they have always had great opinions on the powerful NIA, and they have long wanted to revoke the split. I heard that they even After the division, the names of the departments have been thought out, the one in charge of the country is called the FBI, and the one in charge of foreign countries is called the CIA.”

William smiled and said, "I've heard about it. I heard that your husband, James, is one of the behind-the-scenes pushers."

Hollis snorted: "If the NIA is really split up, then the newly established CIA will just fall under his jurisdiction, and he will naturally be happy to promote this matter."

"Since everyone thinks this way, there is nothing I can do about it." William sighed, "At this moment, it is the safest policy not to move."

Hollis looked coldly at the kind old man in front of her, and after a while, she said, "There are less than two years left in Robert's presidency."

William nodded lightly: "Two years is enough."

"But the director of the NIA has never had a term of office." Hollis still said calmly, "If the decline of the NIA is inevitable, then I am not willing to just disappear like this."

William didn't speak, and seemed to be asleep.

Hollis let out a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice, "As that lord's closed disciple, you won't just watch the situation that the old man set up, and finally close the door in your hands, right?"

"When Master was still alive, he once taught me that everything has a beginning and an end. People are like this, countries are like this, and everything in the world is like this." William's voice was like a dream, "It has been more than 60 years since our NIA was established during World War II. , it should be over..."

Hollis' cell phone vibrated suddenly, she took it out to take a look, and said in a deep voice, "We have the evidence."

William still looked weak: "Really?"

Hollis opened the text message and read word by word: "112 gunmen were killed, more than 20 million yuan in stolen money was seized, and a CD-ROM has been obtained from Mayor Ferry."

"Hollys, you have a good nephew!"

William opened his eyes, but the cloudy old eyes seemed to emit a frightening coldness. He motioned Hollis to bring the white landline on the desk: "I'm William... Yes, the time has come, let's do it... That's right ,

Got it all on the list! "

After William put down the phone, he stood up slowly and said to Hollis, "Let's go to New York. If I wasn't in charge, I'm afraid Willy alone might not be able to calm down those guys."

"An old fox who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles!" Hollis had a weird smile on his face. "I just said so much nonsense just now, didn't I worry that there would be no evidence in the end. I made preparations tomorrow morning, and I have to wait for others to do it first." .”

William walked towards the door and said with a smile: "Hollys, if you become the chief of the bureau in the future, you must remember one sentence, speak high-key and act low-key!"

Hollis supported William and said with a sneer, "You still have the ability to bend and stretch, and seal your throat with a sword?"

William shook his head: "Master, he said that the meaning of NIA's existence is deterrence, deterring foreign countries and deterring domestic countries, so NIA can never be weak and retreat. Even if it is too easy to break in the end, it must die with the enemy, even if it is all hands and feet. If you want to break it, you have to use your teeth to tear off a piece of flesh and blood from them!"

While speaking, a gunship descended from the sky, roaring and landed on the lawn in the manor.

In the NIA New York branch, all the leaders above the middle level were sitting listlessly in the large conference room. From eight o'clock in the evening, they were notified to come to the emergency meeting, and handed over their weapons and mobile phones. As a result, until now, Willie and other supervisors have not shown up.

Every time someone asks urgently, the answer is always to wait patiently. It doesn't matter if you want to play your temper, but there are strange agents guarding the door of the meeting room. No one is allowed to leave the meeting room without Willy's permission, let alone contact with the outside world.

In another small meeting room, the five supervisors were sitting in it, looking at Willie who was lying on the seat and seemed to be dozing off with uneasy expressions. After a long time, one of the white men with thinning hair couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Willy: "Director Willy, how long do we have to wait?"

Old God Willie said, "Wait."

"Waiting for what?"

"confidential."

"Fart, what do you need to keep secret from us supervisors?"

Willie laughed: "Calm down, Director Geese, this is a request from the superior, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Above? Where?"

"Washington, of course."

"Okay, I'll call and ask what's going on."

"Sorry, confidentiality is required. During the meeting, no one is allowed to contact the outside world, including me."

Another black executive slammed the table hard, stood up and said coldly: "I don't believe it anymore, I'll call now and see who dares to stop me!"

"Go ahead, Director Carlyle."

Willie spread his hands nonchalantly.

Carlyle strode to the door of the conference room, and then he yanked on the door hard, only to find that the door was locked and could not be opened no matter what.

"Don't bother, Director Carlyle," Willie said lazily. "As I said, no one is allowed to communicate with the outside world, not even me. Even if you rush out, the guards outside will not let you go of."

"Willie, you're abusing your privileges, you're obstructing normal office order, you're violating work regulations, I'm going to Washington to sue you..."

Unlike the two supervisors in charge, one black and one white who were making a fuss, the other three supervisors had different expressions and just looked at Willie silently. And Willie also just smiled, unmoved at all.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. A group of detectives in suits came in, led by a plump, amiable-looking short fat man.

"How...Hausman?" The black executive named Carlyle trembled, "When did you come to New York?"

"Just arrived, just arrived," the short and fat man named Housman took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat on his bald forehead, and said with a smile, "the internal affairs department's procedures are a bit cumbersome, and everyone's time is delayed. I'm so sorry!"