As a combat-oriented special agent, Yang Tiesheng held a high position, significantly higher than that of ordinary logistics personnel.
But as I said, they were just ordinary people; these four people, however, were anything but ordinary!
Their rank is second only to the chief agent.
Especially this heroic woman, who can withstand attacks, fight, and heal. If she weren't just a tiny bit short of mastering the Dharma, she could be the head of a branch office with all the power in a city smaller than San Francisco!
The group of people were talking and laughing, while the Indian student watched, watched, and listened!
My whole body is numb!
The supervising agent?
Supervisor? Agent? FBI!
Oh my god! No, my Shiva! They can't be talking about Fang Zong, that guy from the East, can they?!
It seems he even mocked Fang Zong? He also said that he could stay, but whether Fang Zong could stay was another matter. He said that Fang Zong didn't stay in the United States because he didn't have the money, ability, or qualifications to find a real job!
But now, Fang Zong's job... is with the FBI!
I want to scream, I want to scream, I want to scream so badly!
The FBI's top agent! Even a city councilor would kneel before him if he fell into their hands!
"This, are you talking about Fang Zong, a man from the East?"
The Indian student asked cautiously, and at that moment, Fang Zong came out, looking somewhat sullen.
"Screw the promotion! You FBI agents are giving me a promotion, are you trying to kill me so I don't want to go back to the US?"
Fang Zong looked impatient.
The top agents immediately lowered their heads.
Then, a fishy, foul smell wafted out.
That Indian student peed...
"Am I that scary?" Fang Zong was speechless; in fact, he wasn't in a good mood.
Peter called yesterday and said he wanted to promote me. I didn't think much of it at the time. It's just a promotion, a small matter. He's busy with other things.
But after I got back and thought about it carefully, I realized, damn it, I'm now the chief agent of the FBI!
As the chief agent of the FBI, what will my family think when I return to the East?
You want to crush me, strangle me, tie me up...
So you just don't want me to go back to China, right?
"Come in, all of you!" Fang Zong's face darkened.
The five top agents obediently followed them upstairs.
Elizabeth is a two-meter-tall woman with three abilities: defense, attack, and healing. She is both strong and resilient.
Laurentine is of ordinary appearance and cannot fight, but his ability to treat common injuries is comparable to the technique of surgically repairing the longitudinal nerve.
The other two are also extraordinary. Add Yang Tiesheng with his big beard, and they can totally form a trio of scoundrels!
Fang Zong sat on the bed, and the five people stood obediently opposite him.
“Sir, we’ve come to report for duty,” Elizabeth said, leading the way.
Fang Zong nodded, his face stern, and his fingers tapped the bedside table absentmindedly. The five top agents broke out in a cold sweat.
Fang Zong was speechless.
In fact, he had only a very vague concept of the powers of the FBI's chief agents.
Fang Zong had no idea how many people he had under his command, who he could control, who he could suppress, how much capital he could use, or how much reckless he could act.
You could say he was just showing off!
He has no choice but to pretend; a leader like him doesn't even know what to do!
"Speak." Fang Zong only uttered one word, not caring what to say or how to say it.
Then he saw that, apart from Elizabeth and Yang Tiesheng, the other three top agents all shuddered.
Okay, five people, three of them are black.
Fang Zong smiled faintly.
Elizabeth glared at her three companions, then lowered her head and said, "Reporting to the commander, in terms of our medical and logistical personnel, in addition to the four of us with abilities, Yang Tiesheng has also been transferred here, along with one hundred directly subordinate ordinary agents, plus the authority to mobilize up to three hundred police officers. In terms of military affairs, we can deploy a tank company."
"Damn it!" Fang Zong's heart skipped a beat, and he almost gasped for breath.
A tank company? What would we need that for? Just to take a spin around the streets of downtown San Francisco?
Have a sip of tea to calm down.
At this point, Elizabeth said somewhat embarrassedly, "Sir, as you know, we're in logistics, and this is about all we can use. If you were to move up a bit further, you could access the missile base..."
"Pfft!" Fang Zong realized that drinking tea to calm down was a mistake, and he almost spat out his tea. Luckily, he managed to hold it in.
"Stop!" His face immediately darkened.
That's enough, absolutely enough!
They even used missile bases. If they had that kind of power, the FBI would have killed him rather than let him return to his homeland, right?
Elizabeth then went on to report that, in addition to the authority to dispose of officials below certain ranks, there were logistical facilities, medical reserves, and a standing cash reserve of five million dollars…
Finally, Fang Zong began to have a better understanding of his authority.
To put it bluntly, it means being able to walk sideways.
Even if you try to walk sideways like a crab in San Francisco, you still need a group of people to applaud and cheer!
The only one who could overpower him was Peter, but Fang Zong found that he seemed to have gotten used to walking sideways in front of Peter.
A giant crab, and it even has twelve mutated claws!
"Sir, is there anything else you need?"
After reporting, Elizabeth folded down her two-meter height, making sure it couldn't be compared to Fang's vertical height.
"That's all, wait!" Fang Zong suddenly remembered that there was indeed something he needed to do.
We should at least investigate that Lin Qiaoyu.
Upon hearing the name, the five top agents immediately took out their phones and used their permissions. Before long, Elizabeth smiled.
“Sir,” Elizabeth said respectfully, “Lin Qiaoyu is just a female star who came from Taiwan six years ago. She is quite famous in Taiwan. As you know, if she wasn’t famous enough, she wouldn’t be able to come here to develop her career.”
As he spoke, he pointed his phone screen at Fang Zong; it showed a photo of Lin Qiaoyu.
That's right, it's that female ghost.
Fang Zong doesn't mind letting others know he's investigating. He's the chief special agent, so it's perfectly normal for him to check the information about the female ghost 'slut' before she died.
"I need all her information, everything, including the rumors and the truth," Fang Zong ordered.
None of the five top agents cared about this.
Ordinary people rarely know the secrets of the entertainment industry, but if the FBI wanted to, they could dig up every single pair of underwear a day!
"Oh, and all the medical knowledge and materials you can get your hands on."
"Yes!" The five top agents obeyed without hesitation.
In just half a day, all the information about Lin Qiaoyu, who had been dead for two years, was unearthed.
Fang Zong sat in a recliner, drinking afternoon tea and flipping through documents.
Other international students avoided him as if he were a plague.
Damn it, you say you're not staying in the US? Are you some kind of super-Agent in the FBI?!
Terrifying, but also...
Wait a minute! It seems like it might actually be possible to have sex?
The eyes of several female international students bulged out, glowing with a faint green hue.
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