The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 526 Personal to Country

"I told you that if you work under Lao Tzu's hands, you have to listen to Lao Tzu's orders! Now! Immediately! Tell this person to get out! The FBI's office can come in after a while!"

"And you, bring me a rag, clean up all the glass on the floor, and reinstall the door!"

"You have to do all the work by yourself?! Do you understand?!"

Young Master Yan's thin red lips evoked a cold, wanton and evil smile.

It's just that smile, which doesn't reach the eyes, is cold and cold.

Na.

It's been many years since I met such a..."cute" person.

The young man smiled, took a quick step forward, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. There was a chill in his gentle voice, and he wrote lightly, "Then you quit me."

The words are light and light, but they seem to weigh thousands of catties.

Everyone: What did I hear?
Am I dreaming?
Joshua actually said, resign him, right?

I am!

Didn't he stay in the FBI "to bear the burden of humiliation" just because of his absurd ideals of solving crimes?

Now, it's so easy to say it's over?

John was also taken aback.

In fact, Joshua's consultant title was issued by the top FBI.

He is just a small group leader, where did he get the energy to fire him?
John bit the bullet, "In that case, get out of here now!"

"Go, of course we have to go."

Yan Tao smiled, raised Erlang's legs, and propped his chin with his bare hands, "We have to wait until someone comes."

people?
who?

Looking at the young man sitting leisurely, John's heart beat suddenly, and he had some bad premonition...

The curiosity of the people who eat melons has been aroused.

In the silent office, the knock on the door rang again. After two simple rings, a person walked in, followed by two people.

He looks in his early forties, with a shrewd and capable temperament, a hooked nose, and high cheekbones.

Suits and leather shoes, with a brand on the chest, and shiny leather shoes on the feet.

The atmosphere is quite strong.

His dark blue eyes were shining brightly. As soon as he came, the police officers who were the melon eaters stood up abruptly.

Tighten your belly and straighten your head, "Mr. Minister."

Christian Ron, director of the FBI's criminal division in New York.

John's boss.

He stood at the door of the office, looking at the shattered glass on the ground, and the ashen-faced John, with a gentle smile on his face, walked in with vigorous steps.

"Joshua, we meet again, how are you doing recently? Are you enjoying your life?"

Christian glanced at Qin Zong who was sitting on the office chair, his eyes narrowed.

Such a strong aura.

Very cold man.

"Who is this……?"

"My friend, surnamed Qi."

Qin Zong nodded slightly, his demeanor was rather condensed and light.

Christian smiled back.

As he passed John, he gave him a hard look.

"Look what you've done!"

The voice was so low that only John could hear it.

John immediately turned pale.

Joshua actually made this matter bigger...

"Joshua, I apologize to you for John's poor hospitality." Christian is well versed in the art of speaking, and he easily blurred the matter, "We are all one family, You also know John's character well. He speaks straight and has a violent temper. If there is anything inappropriate that offends you, please forgive him this time..."

(End of this chapter)