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

"Will you come with us or stay here?"

Jack asked Anna. This girl was the tallest girl he knew, nearly 1 meters tall. Her waist-to-hip ratio and leg length ratio were breathtaking.

She changed back into a tight sweater and a hip skirt. Her stockings were torn and she wasn't wearing them, but she still put on the bulletproof vest that Jack gave her, which looked a bit strange.

At this time, the two returned to the stage of the auction. Anna took the "Viper" given to her by Jack and pulled the trigger one by one at several old guys in the box who were still groaning.

"Why do you still want to stay here? Don't you have a cleanup team? What about the other girls?" Anna asked.

"Will there be someone to clean up after you complete the mission?" Jack asked instead of answering. To be honest, this was also a headache for him.

The identities of this group of operatives are ever-changing. With an official force as their backing, it is extremely easy for them to conceal their identities. No matter how big a mess they make, as long as they can get away with it smoothly, the remaining under-the-table confrontations will still be carried out under a set of rules tacitly agreed upon by both parties.

The so-called aftermath team does not help to eliminate evidence, but rather assists the operatives in concealing their identities or evacuating quickly.

That's why Frank and Brian's style of doing things seems so "reckless". Their code of conduct has always been to give top priority to completing the task. As long as it does not affect the progress of subsequent tasks, there is no need to do any unnecessary finishing work.

So what if there are corpses left behind? As long as the mission is completed and the country is evacuated in time, it is 100% completed. The rest is left to the hard-working police in the country concerned to deal with.

The problem is that they are now doing private work, so there is no follow-up or support team.

It would be fine if all the rich people who died were arms dealers with numerous crimes or Russian oligarchs who are now disliked by Europeans, but it's just like the villa where Volkov lived before, with more than ten bodies left in it, but it hasn't even made the news until now.

The same thing happened with the Albanian gang's lair. If Cassell hadn't made an anonymous phone call to all the major news agencies, the case would have probably been suppressed and closed with an excuse like a gang fight.

Even though it is in the news now, the focus of media reports is on the girls who have experienced misfortune. As for how many bodies of gangsters the police carried out in the building, there was no reporting and no one cared.

But among the rich people who died in the box, there were quite a few familiar faces. They were not the kind of "familiar faces" that Jack had seen in his previous life, but the kind that would occasionally appear in various financial magazines or on TV in this world.

For example, the old Asian man who was shot in the head by Jack is the president of a well-known agency in Japan, and he has worked with thousands of artists.

The death of one such guy would be a major crime, but now a bunch of them have died, and the aftermath will be difficult to deal with.

Jack didn't want to receive a call from Rossi right after returning to New York, asking him to go to Paris to assist the French police in handling the murder cases of several billionaires.

Of course, what he minded was not that he was being investigated, but that he was worried that he would be handcuffed as soon as he got off the plane. With the help of modern technology, all kinds of trace evidence cannot be completely cleaned up just because you want to.

Even with Jack's current level of detective work, there is no guarantee that there won't be any mistakes, not to mention that they don't have much time and the people upstairs may discover something unusual downstairs at any time.

Of course there are ways. When you are worried that someone will really pull out a needle from the bottom of the sea, the best way is to sprinkle a handful of needles in it.

A fire is enough to eliminate or create enough physical evidence, and Frank and Brian are now making preparations.

"So you're really here just to save people?" After confirming that there were only corpses left at the scene, Anna put away the "Viper" and, like the bulletproof vest, had no intention of returning it to Jack.

Jack said sincerely, "Like I said before, an enemy kidnapped the two girls for revenge. Now that the bad guys are all dead, you can just pretend to be unconscious like the other girls and wait for the French police to arrive."

"And then the reaction to gunpowder smoke was detected on his hands, and he was detained by the police as a suspect, right?" Anna gave a sly smile, raised her right hand that had just fired the gun, and turned her wrist in front of him.

"Well, I didn't ask you to shoot." Jack didn't expect that he would be outmaneuvered in terms of professionalism, but he shrugged indifferently, "If you want to go together, then go together, but I will not be responsible for any problems."

Although he didn't know what this girl was thinking, he didn't mind playing with her.

Although he didn't know much about the intelligence community, he was accompanied by two experienced old foxes, so he didn't have to worry about this fledgling little fox causing trouble.

He roughly guessed what Anna was thinking. She definitely smelled the same kind of scent from Frank and Brian, but he didn't know what she really wanted to do.

At this time, a box door was opened, and Frank appeared in front of the two people with a bucket of diesel, his expression was quite dissatisfied, "Are you two going to just watch us two old guys work so hard?"

"Come on." Anna smiled and patted Jack's shoulder, as if they were old friends who had known each other for a long time. "I'll go take care of the girls."

-

"Can you guess where she came from?" Jack reached out and took the heavy diesel barrel from Frank's hand. This separate basement is powered by a diesel generator, and this diesel barrel should have come from the power room.

Frank watched him carefully sprinkle diesel around, and reached out to touch his bald head. "I thought she was your old lover."

Jack smiled bitterly, "Don't joke, I just accidentally learned about some suspicious case files. The death of an American arms dealer named Oleg was suspected to be related to her.

In just two years, a similar face appeared at the scene of several similar cases. It was only a matter of time before an action agent like her, who was frequently on missions, would be targeted by the CIA."

"I'm surprised you weren't recruited by the CIA." Frank complimented him in disguise, accepting his explanation.

"That's because I have a good teacher. In the FBI, I only have to deal with some cunning criminals. Even if I can't catch them, my life is usually not in danger. In the CIA, I don't have the confidence that I can live to retire safely like you."

Jack's compliments were more direct.

Frank sighed, "She is an abandoned child. I guess she has no relatives alive and no worries. The KGB used to like to use such agents because they can sacrifice everything for their beliefs.

But the Soviet Union is gone, the KGB has become the FSB, and people like this are labeled as untrustworthy, you know what I mean?"

Jack nodded to show his understanding, "Without faith, one can only use family affection and other things as bargaining chips. If a person has no worries, then the only thing he cares about is his own life.

The FSB can bring him to heel by threatening his life, and vice versa for other intelligence agencies.”

"Bingo!" Frank snapped his fingers. "So you know why I retired?"

"You mean, both sides are the same?" Jack suddenly realized.

Frank's expression was hard to describe. "I used to protect everything very well. No one knew about Rick (Cassell) and his mother's existence until everything slowly changed. I realized that I was about to be abandoned, so I took the initiative to report the matter."

Jack's eyes gradually widened. He had never expected the story to unfold like this.

"Later, I did some other things, which allowed me to retire safely." Frank tilted his head slightly, looking very sad.

"And that girl, she was a discarded pawn from the beginning to the end, a normal action agent, and a woman with such outstanding appearance.

It usually takes several years for a very important assassination to be carried out, and then he will either completely change his appearance and remain silent for several years or even longer, or directly become the lover of a high-ranking official. "

After Frank finished speaking, he nodded in the direction where Anna had just left. Jack smiled back. The girl was really skilled. She didn't make any sound because she was distracted. She only accidentally revealed a little bit of her skirt when she was running away just now.

-

"Two years, 27 targets, you are right, I am just a discarded pawn." When Anna said this with red eyes, she was sitting in the passenger seat of a Citroen sedan driven by Jack.

Behind the Citroën sedan was a European-style palace-style building that was burning fiercely.

Five bewildered beautiful girls were standing in the small square in front of the building, being questioned by the French police who had hurriedly arrived.

Jack seemed to have heard nothing. He turned around and glanced at Frank who was also indifferent in the back seat. "Are those girls okay?"

"What could it be?" Frank asked. "I contacted my old friend. People from Interpol's French office will be here soon. They will help the girls contact their respective embassies, and then they can go home."

"I know you are good people. I hope you can help me." Anna said with a pleading look in her eyes.

Jack turned his head and continued driving, and Frank looked out the window as if she was just air.

"Please, let me do anything, I just want to live freely." Anna grabbed Jack's right hand on the steering wheel and put it against her chest.

Jack's hands were filled with the warmth and softness of her jade. He neither pulled her hand back roughly nor did he take any other action. He just sighed slightly. He really couldn't help with this matter.

"I've already told you that I'm not from your circle at all. I really can't help you. And why do you think I'm a good person?"

Good guys get pointed at guns, and Jack doesn't have that kind of thing in his head.

Sure enough, the next second Anna pulled out the "Viper" that Jack had given her before, but instead of pointing it at a "good guy", she pointed it directly at her own head and pulled the trigger.

With a soft "puff" sound, the front of the Citroen swung and drew an S shape on the road, attracting a burst of angry horns from oncoming vehicles.

At the critical moment, Jack's right hand stretched out from the mountain peak like lightning, pushed the silencer of the gun upwards, and the bullet shot through the roof of the Citroen and flew away.

"Are you serious about this?"

Jack snatched the "Viper" with his backhand, opened the car window and threw the gun into the Seine. A few strands of burnt hair slowly fell down, and Anna covered her face and burst into tears.

Jack subconsciously turned around to look at Frank, but the bald man just smiled and shrugged at him, then continued to turn his head to look out the window, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Are all of you guys in this business sick in the head? You're using moral blackmail, right? If you want to die, just jump into the Seine. That stinking ditch won't drown you, but it will stink you to death.

I am just a small FBI agent. I came to help. My friend's daughter was kidnapped and I came to save her. I did everything I could and helped in every way I could. I don't owe you anything."

Jack was furious and started scolding both of them, including Frank. Anyway, Cassel and Brian were in another car with the two girls, and there were only three people in this car, so he was not afraid of being heard by others.

The car fell silent for a moment. Even Anna stopped crying and just sobbed slightly.

"How about we go somewhere else for a drink? I have a few bottles of good wine hidden there." Frank finally broke the silence. "I want to hear your story. Your name is Anna, right?"

-

Anna's story is actually not complicated. The girl's father was a naval lieutenant. When she was 17 years old, her parents died in a car accident. Anna, who was studying at the Omsk Military Academy at the time, dropped out of school.

After dropping out of school, she almost ended up on the streets and had a very hard time. Not to mention the bad relationships and her addiction to American herbs, she couldn't be said to have fallen into the abyss, but she could only be considered to be barely clinging to the edge of the cliff.

But unlike those girls who quickly became prostitutes and completely lost their way, Anna, who had received a good education since childhood, was still struggling and unwilling to give up any hope.

She sent her resume to all the departments she knew, hoping to find a job that would help her escape from her despair.

Finally, hard work pays off. Just when Anna was completely in despair, an FSB agent finally came to her door.

In the public's impression, the Russians' "Swallow" and "Crow" are almost known to everyone, and it seems that "Sunny" spies have become exclusive to the former Soviet intelligence department, the KGB.

But in fact, money and beauty are the most frequently used means in intelligence operations, not just by the Russians, but by the whole world.

But in principle, the intelligence agencies of major countries will not deliberately train so-called "sunny" spies, because the confidentiality of intelligence work is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

And "bitches" are not trustworthy, no matter if they are male or female. When a person who has received a normal education is asked to sell her body for the national interest, the consequences of the subversion of her three views are unimaginable.

Just like Emily from the BAU team, who gave everything for going undercover and finally left exhausted both physically and mentally.

Therefore, the most common method in intelligence work is bribery, bribing well-known celebrities and socialites to make them serve themselves.

If it succeeds, everyone is happy. If it fails, it's just a loss of money. As long as you protect the online users, you can just recruit another one after losing one. At most, you will have to conduct short-term training. It is not worth spending time and energy to cultivate them from a young age.

The same was true for Anna. She was trained as an action agent and received three years of rigorous military training, but in the end she only became a non-staff agent of the FSB, specializing in various secret assassination operations.

Under the planning of FSB, Anna was discovered by a well-known model agency in Paris because of her outstanding appearance and figure, and became a well-known model in the French fashion industry.