Guoyun: My system rests with the country

Hodgson returned to his office in Vegas, riled up by a string of missteps.

Neither of the two suspects was caught by themselves. Fortunately, even the last suspect has disappeared.

Fortunately, the car was seized.

Now this Suzaku sedan has become Hodgson's last straw.

Experts have detected through instruments that the internal structure of this car is extremely ingenious, with many weird gadgets that ordinary people will never use.

Through ray detection, there are still a large number of guns and ammunition in the car, as well as polymerized explosives.

It is simply a small arsenal.

At this time.

Secretary Lisa knocked on the door and came in.

It was a blond stunner, and Hodgson stood up from his chair and held out his hands to her:
"I'm sorry baby, I've been feeling a little depressed recently, and I've left you out in the cold."

Lisa naturally blended into Hodgson's arms, and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek.

"Honey, maybe I can soothe your restless heart after get off work later."

"Oh baby, you're always so understanding."

The two kissed passionately for a while, Lisa gently pushed Hodgson away and said:
"By the way, Condela, the boss of the Red Moon Gang, wants to see you."

"Oh, what a bummer. I thought I'd call him in without waiting until after get off work."

The two kissed goodbye again.

Hodgson tidied his trouser pockets and clothes, and just sat back on the chair.

Boom~ boom~ boom~!

"Come in!"

Condela opened the door and walked in.

"Dear Agent Hodgson, Condra salutes you!"

Hodgson put his thighs on the desk and looked at the middle-aged man with curly chestnut hair in front of him.

I quickly went over the information about Kondra in my mind.

"Kondra, male, 45 years old, descendants of mixed blood from Mexico and Citigroup, led by the Red Moon Gang, which belongs to the medium gang in Vegas City, occupying a small piece of land in the southwest, recently wants to expand business, is actively Showing favor to the intelligence agency is a dog that can be used."

"Hi Condra, what's the matter, I'm always busy, you know."

"Yes, sir, you are always busy, sorry to bother you.

I just passed by downstairs and saw a very nice little gift, I think you should like it, I want to bring it up and give it to you. "

As Condela said, he opened the gift bag, revealing a lifelike plaster sculpture of Barbara, more than a foot high, with both spirit and form.

Hodgson is also a fan of Barbara. Even when Lisa was selected as a female secretary, Lisa was shortlisted with a low education, largely because Lisa's charm is somewhat similar to Barbara.

"Oh, this is really a work of art, tsk tsk tsk, look at the texture, the details, which master is this?"

Hodgson took his feet back from the table, holding the sculpture of Barbara and couldn't put it down.

Condela smiled knowingly, seeing that the time was ripe, he took out a tea-brown base from his pocket.

This base is about three inches high, like a raised trapezoid.

"Sir, if the plaster sculpture is touched by hands for a long time, it will affect the coloring. It is better to use this base to place it."

Hodgson took over the base, and the hand was heavier than expected.

He glanced at Condela, then at the pedestal.

Push away the upper layer of wooden boards, and a large stack of money is neatly stacked inside.

It is estimated that there are about 2 Citicoins.

"Kondra, I am very satisfied with your gift."

"Aha, as long as you are satisfied, this is just a little thought from me for my friend."

"Friends? Of course, we are indeed friends, and I will hope that my friends will get better and better."

"Thank you for your blessing, we will all get better and better."

In a harmonious atmosphere, Condela said goodbye to Hodgson and left the office.

After the office door was closed, Hodgson took out the cash in the pedestal, counted it, and there were 2 Citicoins.

He raised his eyebrows, whistled, put the cash into his pocket, put the statue of Barbara into the base, and carefully placed it on the large desk.

Hodgson was very satisfied with looking left and right at the sculpture. He remembered the gossip that had been secretly circulated inside the intelligence agency, and said to the statue in a rough voice:

"Hey Barbara, do you think I'm awesome?"

Then he squeezed his throat again, imitating a female accent:
"Oh, dear Mr. President, you are as strong as our country, and I am more than happy to be under your rule."

After finishing speaking, Hodgson grinned for a while.

At this time, the phone on the desk rang, and it was the immediate boss who called.

Hodgson picked up the phone and, with great experience, extended his arms to keep the phone as far away from his ear as possible.

Coincidentally, the phone came close to the statue of Barbara.

"Hodgson, you're fucking famous online, you stupid pig!"

"You idiot, why don't you bring that guy back and beat him slowly, so that tourists can take a video of him doing it."

"The last march against racial discrimination is not over yet, you are adding fuel to the fire."

"Listen, you'd better find a way to deal with that tourist, make him apologize and delete the video, or you'll go straight to Black Africa."

When the boss was about to vent his anger, Hodgson took the phone back and said into the microphone:

"Hey, boss, I've already made arrangements. I found the tourist. That guy was originally a reporter from the United States, and I found out the hotel where he stayed. I will ask someone to bring some contraband to his room, and then come to someone else." Steal and get."

"Humph! Humph! And those two Asians, Director Michael said, if you don't catch those two fugitives, you will go to Black Africa!"

"No, no, boss, listen to my explanation. I'm chasing the two fugitives, and I've got the key evidence, which is their car."

When Hodgson thought of an African aunt whose ass was bigger than a hot air balloon, he was terrified.

He quickly argued: "I had an expert inspect it. This car has been modified. There are many agents in it that can use devices and instruments. There are also a large number of guns, weapons and ammunition. It is simply a mobile bunker, a walking arsenal."

"Isn't the higher-ups looking for excuses to put pressure on Xia Guo to impose sanctions on them? This car is the best evidence!"

On the other end of the phone, the boss is pondering.

Hodgson hurriedly said: "Boss, Xia Guo is building momentum for super new energy vehicles, and we just use this car to fight against them. In the past, we have done a good job of spreading rumors and smears against Xia Guo. Slap them hard on the face."

The boss seemed to be a little moved, and ordered on the phone: "Okay, you first take the audio data of this car to me, and I will hand it over to the members of Congress, so that they can have an international war with Xia Guo first."

"This car is an important physical evidence. I will send the army to hand it over. Before that, you must ensure that no mistakes can be made."

"Don't worry boss, people are in the car!"