Super Black Technology

U.S. FBI headquarters.

There were people coming and going in the hall, and the seven intelligence elite teams were analyzing the information in detail based on the information sent by all parties.

In the middle of the hall, a white man was walking anxiously back and forth.

He is the current director of the FBI-James.

At this time, he was nervous and sweat was pouring down his face.

"Have you found any clues about Oliver and others?"

"Report: They disappeared temporarily, it should be their personal bodyguards. We are now searching the surveillance cameras in the whole city. As long as they dare to show up, they will definitely be caught by us."

"Where's the CIA's Q of Hearts?"

"Report: The queen has rushed to the White House!"

...

White House. West Ballroom.

All the guests did not leave, because the gate of the banquet hall was closed, and agents were everywhere. No one can go to-night, except Miss Alice, who has gone to see the sick.

At this time, everyone is anxiously waiting for the review of the White House government.

The reality of tonight is so big that no one can bear it alone, not even the president of the United States.

To be serious, if the little prodigy really dies this time, then Mr. Obama will definitely step down. The anger of the people of the United States will burn the entire White House.

Well, this is the greatest genius in the history of the United States, the god of wealth for all citizens of the United States, and the wealth shared by all mankind.

He was actually assassinated in the White House, the safest place in the entire United States? !

How does the government do things, how does the president do things?

Dereliction of duty, the government must be dereliction of duty!

Trial the president, trial the FBI, trial the CIA...

They are all out of work!

Initiate a vote and judge them all!

...

"Who is Agatha? Please stand up!"

Just then, the door opened. An iceberg beauty walked in under the protection of several big men in suits.

Upon hearing the question, a trembling female voice sounded immediately.

"It's me, I'm Agatha, Agatha Leslie!"

Agatha stood up timidly, her delicate body was trembling, and her heart was trembling with fear.

By her side, all the guests left her at the fastest speed as if they had seen a ghost.

The iceberg beauty walked over quickly.

"Hello, I am a senior agent of the CIA. You can call me the Queen of Hearts. I want to ask you a few questions and I hope you can answer them truthfully. Can you?"

Agatha nodded repeatedly.

"Very good! First question: How did you meet Miss Alice?"

"My father is the director of the Twitter company. We wanted to invite the little prodigy to start Twitter, and we also invited Miss Alice, so we got to know each other."

"Very good! The second question: Two months ago, you tweeted Miss Alice, what was that Aite message?"

"The message is: Miss Alice, are you there?"

"Very good! The third question..." Speaking of this, the CIA's Q of Hearts paused slightly, as if the next question was the focus of this review.

"Miss Agatha, why did you suddenly think of inviting Miss Alice from the east hall to the west hall tonight?"

As soon as this question was asked, a lady in her 40s among the crowd in a certain direction at the scene trembled involuntarily.

Sure enough!

At this moment, Agatha suddenly turned her head and looked at her.

"It was suggested by Madam Evelyn! I didn't dare to offend Miss Alice casually, but during the ball, Madam Evelyn came to me and suggested to me to invite Miss Alice. So..."

When the sound fell, Heart Q waved instantly.

"Arrest her!"

Several CIA agents collectively drew their guns and rushed towards the lady.

Seeing this scene, the audience was shocked.

The noble lady could no longer control her emotions, and piercing screams resounded throughout the audience.

"I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it! They kidnapped my son, I didn't know their target was a little prodigy! Please, please, let me go, please forgive me..."

them? who are they? It seems that the black hand behind the scenes has already appeared!

"Take her away!"

"Please, bypass me, I didn't mean it, please..."

However, the cold-blooded MIB agents simply ignored the lady's pleas for mercy. In the astonished eyes of everyone, the CIA agent dragged the lady and left the banquet hall in an instant.

The door to the West Banquet Hall was closed again.

...

At this time, in another interrogation room of the White House.

Mr. Krisnan, who was too late to leave, has also been arrested and is being interrogated.

He is the suspect - the grandfather of Oliver Krisnan and the head of Malaysia's second richest family.

However, these two identities are useless to the United States, to the Pumpkin Alliance, and to the Watermelon Alliance.

"Mr. Krisnan, your grandson participated in the assassination of our country's prodigy, do you know?"

Old Krishnan was shocked: "No, I don't know! I don't know about this at all. If I knew, I would stop it even if I died! No, I would kill Oliver even if I died!"

There was endless fear in the old voice. At this moment, the old Mr. Krisnan dared not plead guilty to such a crime.

This will exterminate the family, not to mention that I am a wealthy family in Malaysia, even the seven great families in the United States will also be exterminated.

In front of the powerful Watermelon Alliance and Pumpkin Alliance, anyone and any family is an ant!

"Hmph!" The senior CIA officer who was interrogating sneered and said, "Mr. Krisnan, you don't have to say it now! But when we find the evidence, even if you want to say it, it's too late!"

"I didn't, really didn't! Our Krisnan family really didn't participate in the assassination, please, believe me, we really didn't do it, let alone do it, we don't even think about it!"

Hearing such words, a killing intent rose in the heart of the senior CIA official, and he was about to ask his subordinates to execute the punishment directly.

At this moment, a chuckle came from outside the door.

Moments later, the door of the interrogation room opened. A white man with a cold expression stepped in.

He is the current leader of the Watermelon Alliance - Hughes!

Hughes Roosevelt!

"You're old Mr. Krisnan, aren't you?"

The voice was endlessly cold, so cold that it made people tremble.

"Are you waiting for the Malaysian government to use diplomatic channels to save you? Sorry, it's too late! They can't even save themselves now!"

...

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

Malaysia. The phone of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rang urgently.

Moments later, the operator picked up the phone. At this moment, the operator was shocked.

"Hurry up, report to the minister! The United States, the European Union, Russia, China, Japan, South Korea...a total of 87 countries have sent diplomatic ultimatums, asking us to hand over the murderer immediately! Otherwise, the Big Pumpkin Asia Military Enforcement Zone will use force!"

What? !

Oh, MYGOD!

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