Singla immediately objected.
Jia Bus sneered and said, "I am my deputy and also the deputy director of the CIA. Don't you have any responsibility for such a big thing? I think you are the most suitable candidate. Everyone, don't you agree?"
When he asked this question, all the participants said yes.
The unanimous support allowed Singla to speak out on behalf of the CIA.
They didn't know whether it was appropriate or not, but they were very clear about one thing: whoever stood up at this time would definitely become the target of the mysterious killer.
That will absolutely be the case.
Anyone who stands out will almost be seeking death.
Since the president has said he wants to get to the bottom of this, and Jobs's suggestion is a good one, someone has to come out and draw the attention.
If they don't want to die, they can only let others die.
Singla's face turned red with anger, and he said angrily: "Jabs, you are retaliating. Are you asking me to die?"
"How could that be? You just said that as long as the medicine men are here, we can definitely deal with the killer. This time, I will let three medicine men take care of your safety. If we can catch the killer, you will have made a great contribution. Maybe the president will even give you a medal."
Jobs said with a forced smile.
Singla was filled with hatred, but for a moment he didn't know how to object.
He knew very well and felt helpless. Now that the matter had been brought up, he couldn't refuse it, whether he was willing or not.
Who told him to be the deputy? If he were the director, he would definitely let Jobs die.
It's human nature.
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