The dozen or so high-ranking and powerful secret agents all had serious expressions on their faces.
So many people died in that playboy's minefield, even Luke couldn't escape. This time he has to deal with two of them. What about me? Will I end up on the death list?
Fang Zong, however, appeared relaxed, even somewhat disappointed.
The playboy is long gone, only the slut remains, still living in my house? What can I possibly gain from this operation?
No, it's more like, who else can you possibly deal with?
Fang Zong stared speechlessly at the tragic scene unfolding in the conference room.
I once again felt a sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin, and the chilling wind blowing across the Yi River.
They truly faced death without fear; the spirit of our great FBI is admirable!
At this moment, Peter looked at Fang Zong and said very seriously, "Of course, it's our job to risk our lives. As the chief agent in charge of logistics and medical care, Fang is naturally responsible for treating the wounded. Everyone must remember to protect Fang. His methods are not very effective against ghosts!"
"Yes!" The dozen or so supervising agents stood up again, and as they sat down, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
They're both managers, so why is there such a big difference?
Peter nodded in satisfaction, and the other party chuckled, "You've just taken office as the head agent, and there are many things you don't know yet. I've opened up our branch's intelligence access to your terminal. You can take a look at it when you have time."
"Okay." Fang Zong nodded.
The dozen or so supervising agents sighed inwardly.
Indeed, he's different; Fang Zong is different.
They felt that they could no longer treat Fang Zong the same way they treated other people of the same rank.
The head of the intelligence agency was clearly Peter's confidant, and not just any ordinary confidant!
That makes sense, though. Fang Zong helped reattach Peter's arm, which is equivalent to saving Peter's entire life. Dark Spider-Man is clear about his likes and dislikes, and it's obvious that he treats Fang Zong like a brother.
How could the minister's own brother be like them?
They comforted themselves in their hearts.
Fang Zong just smiled.
What else can be said? Although it's ridiculous to talk about dealing with playboys and sluts in a serious manner, Lin Qiaoyu is still at home!
But Peter was really good to himself.
A scholar will die for one who understands him.
So, once I get my diploma, I'll have some tea with you, dance a bit, or maybe play a round of golf before I go back.
Fang Zong was a tough guy in his past life; you could voice your opinions, but he wouldn't accept them.
Next came the operational meeting, from the development and implementation of the plan to the battle layout, a series of theories that left Fang Zong dizzy.
He's not a combat professional; his best experience is at most fighting small groups of fewer than ten people.
However, I understood that Peter had obtained a magical artifact that could attract powerful demons.
This is even more dangerous. They are not only dealing with harlots and playboys, but there may also be other large-scale waves of ghosts besides their main targets!
The expressions on everyone's faces became even more serious.
Fang Zong's eyes widened as well.
"Are there other ghosts?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong perked up, then suddenly frowned and looked towards the main entrance of the conference room.
The sound waves were guided through the material, and a very small sound came in. Fang Zong listened, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
...
The conference room door is exceptionally thick, capable of withstanding rocket fire and also providing sound insulation.
Unfortunately, which one of those people in there is an ordinary person?
Outside the door, dozens of top agents stood there. Unlike ordinary personnel, they didn't need to line up in two rows; instead, they were clustered together, waiting for their superiors to return from the meeting.
However, even among a large group of people, there are distinctions based on status.
For example, Yang Tiesheng and Elizabeth, who used to be able to stand at the back, were now placed closest to the gate.
The top agents were buzzing with discussion.
That's normal.
Even in America, which pursues freedom and equality, there is no absolute freedom and equality.
Yang Tiesheng's father was a homeless man and his mother was a homeless woman. He had a low level of education and was discriminated against by the so-called elites. If he hadn't awakened his abilities at the age of eighteen, how could he have stood with them?
But now, they're standing at the front?!
"Hmph, just a bodyguard for a medical support staff member, and you think you're all that?" a big-nosed agent sneered.
"Nepotism doesn't last. Does this kid really think that just because someone attains enlightenment, all his cronies can rise to the top? He's not capable enough; he'll break his third leg sooner or later!" someone echoed.
The sarcastic and mocking voices chattered, and Elizabeth and the others clenched their fists but remained silent.
Yang Tiesheng remained silent.
If the superior attains enlightenment, I will also ascend to heaven. Do you have any objections?
Hold it in!
Despite his burly appearance, Yang Tiesheng suffered a lot of injustices in his childhood, and his heart has always been as broad as his beard. Besides, Fang Zong had just been promoted, and he felt that Fang Zong's position was not very stable. As a subordinate, he had to consider Fang Zong's feelings.
We can't beat them anyway.
But suddenly, with a loud bang, the conference room door opened, and more than a dozen supervisors and agents walked out with dark faces.
Fang Zong walked at the back, hands in his pockets, staring meaningfully at the backs of the dozen or so heads in front of him, which made the faces of the important figures even darker.
My scalp tingled, and a chill ran up my tailbone.
Damn it, are you bullying the subordinate of the supervising agent?
Are you saying Fang Zong is easy to bully? No, it's that you guys don't know he's a hero, and you're just complaining because he's hard of hearing!
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