The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 1221 "Helper" +2+3

Jack and Frank left Langley the same way they had entered, with no damage to the CIA other than some unlucky guy being knocked unconscious and a piece of drywall that needed repairing by a mason.

"How could you be beaten like this by a retired old man?" When Cynthia walked into the messy office, a doctor was resetting Cooper's dislocated wrist.

"It's not Frank Moses, it's that FBI." Cooper's eyes went dark, and he finally recovered from the severe pain of joint reduction.

Cynthia followed his line of sight, picked up Jack's file from the ground and flipped through it randomly. "Are you trying to say that this FBI pretty boy beat you, an elite Navy SEAL, so badly that you couldn't fight back?"

Seeing Cooper lowered his head and said nothing, Cynthia's cheek twitched, and she did not hide the sneer at the corner of her mouth, "What did they take away?"

"I don't know. I just checked the office and nothing is missing here except my pride."

Cooper's eyes were a little dazed, and he hadn't recovered from the blow just now, so he didn't notice Cynthia's secretly relieved expression.

"Who are they anyway? Why is Frank Moses called 'R.E.D.' and why is there so much missing from that FBI file with him?"

"I don't have the authority to know these things!" Cynthia's voice became unusually shrill.

"But it's not important. This FBI agent won't be an important character. I know the woman behind him. That bitch must be targeting me."

She took a deep breath and quickly adjusted her mood, "I have always admired you, Cooper. You have always been capable and ambitious, but I never thought that you would be kicked open by someone and rushed into the house.

Finish this mission as soon as possible, you must give it your all, there won't be any more chances."

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Unlike a certain miserable CIA agent who had just been beaten up and then had to undergo PUA by his female boss, although Jack also received a call from his female boss, the content was full of encouragement and concern.

Of course, his FBI cell phone and personal cell phone are now left in the small building at the base and are being kept by Cassel. He is currently using a newly purchased anonymous phone card.

"Someone called me angrily to inquire about your whereabouts, but I pushed back on the grounds that you were carrying out a confidential mission. It seems that you did a good job, but you must also pay attention to safety.

I heard that there was a little problem in Langley today. One of their elite agents accidentally fell in the stairwell and it seems that the injury is not light. "

From Dana's laughter, you can tell that she is in a very good mood at the moment.

"I wish him a speedy recovery," Jack echoed maliciously.

"What are your plans next? Never mind, just pretend I didn't ask anything. The investigation into the person behind that bitch is almost coming to a conclusion. You'd better go back to New York before the day after tomorrow." The female boss gave her final instructions.

Jack glanced at Frank after hearing this, and after getting a look of confirmation, he replied "Got it" and hung up the phone, "So where are we going next?"

Frank, who was frowning at a pile of old documents, looked up when he heard this. He happened to meet the eyes of Marvin, who was driving and also looked back at him. "Go to the Eagle's Nest."

"Oh no, I don't want to get shot." Marvin, who came to pick up the two men in a stolen Cayenne, kept shaking his head.

Frank's face didn't look very good either. "I'm going in alone. We need her help. These reports are vague and many parts are blacked out. She is an expert in analyzing this kind of intelligence.

But before that, we have to pick someone up first."

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"Anna?" Jack, who opened the car door for Anna, who was dressed in a professional secretary suit, was not surprised at all when he saw her waiting on the roadside.

"Long time no see, dear." Anna, who bent down to get into the car with a seductive scent of perfume on her body, took the initiative to offer a passionate kiss.

"Frank contacted you?"

Jack knew that Anna and Frank had a private connection. When he and Big Guy were dealing with the arms company before, it was Frank who secretly caught the cunning middleman and then asked Anna to send him over.

"I happened to be in Los Angeles a few days ago, and I heard from Brian that you might need help here, and the matter was related to Frank, so I took the initiative to contact him. It was a surprise."

The former FSB female agent made an explanation very emotionally intelligently. Regardless of whether she had climbed into Jack's bed or not, some things still needed to be explained clearly.

Although Frank was also her savior, in every sense, she is now Jack's person.

Maybe Jack didn't care about any private connection between the two of them, but it wouldn't go wrong to explain a little more.

Jack really didn't think too much about it. He had never been a superior person in his two lifetimes, so he didn't know anything about how to control people.

He only knows that when getting along with others, it is not just about feelings. Only when everyone's ultimate interests are aligned can they get along for a long time. From this point of view, Jack owes nothing to the people around him.

The "Eagle's Nest" that Frank mentioned is a manor-style villa also located in Virginia. It has black tiles and white walls, and the terrace on the river side is decorated with imitation marble columns, giving it a very luxurious feel.

Although the bald guy said he could go in alone, Jack insisted on going with him in the end.

Mainly because of his serious attitude, Jack thought that having more mouths would make it easier to explain the whole thing later and avoid him getting shot when he went in.

"Shouldn't we be polite and knock on the door first?" he asked puzzledly when he saw Frank directly turning the doorknob.

"Believe me, there's not much difference." The bald man pushed the door open a crack, cautiously looked behind the door, then heaved a sigh of relief and led him inside.

The interior decoration and architectural style of the villa are quite unified, a typical modern British style, with pure white walls matched with dark wooden furniture, and walnut floors covered with Persian carpets. One can tell at a glance that the owner of this house should be a very tasteful person.

The two walked through the hallway, passed the dining room, and finally stood at the door of the living room. Frank gently pushed the door open, and saw an old white lady with chicken skin and white hair looking at them with sharp eyes behind a square table in front of the window.

"Frank Moses."

This old lady who speaks with a distinct British accent must have been a great beauty when she was young. Even now that she is old, she still has a graceful demeanor and her every move reveals her charm.

"Hi, Victoria." Frank stopped at the door and greeted with a smile.

The table in front of the old lady was filled with flowers, and there were a few cut roses of various colors in the vase. She smiled, picked up a yellow rose, put it to her nose and smelled it, with a look of loss on her face.

"Are you bringing your students here to kill me?"

"I'm here to ask for help." Frank tried to make his tone sound sincere. "Marvin and I are being hunted by the CIA."