Chapter 133 Agent No. 8, the elite among the elite?

"I'm an assist?"

Susan felt her head hurt.

The next day.

Jane came out of the guest room.

"woke up?"

In the living room, Susan, who was fiddling with the TV, said without looking back.

"Um."

Jane could only respond awkwardly.

"I accept the apology."

Susan looked back at her: "You're welcome."

Jian instantly understood the first sentence, his face turned red and he reluctantly said, "What are you not polite?"

"Isn't it because of me that you made up your mind?"

Susan said incisively: "I can't afford a word without being polite?"

“…”

Jane was speechless.

The reason why she was so bold last night seemed to be because she was stimulated by Susan. She could never say anything about thanking her for this.

However, compared to last night, she felt that Susan was unable to get along with some tea. Now that she is fully open, she no longer feels emotional when looking at things. She can think about the good and the bad.

To some extent, Susan's words make sense, and even the tea-in-the-chat phrase "Listen to my sister's advice, Chuck is too cold, you can't grasp it" literally understand it, but it cannot be misunderstood.

Thinking of this, her face turned redder.

The door opened and Chuck walked out calmly.

“well, well.”

Susan didn't have such a good look on Chuck anymore and looked at him mockingly: "I thought you couldn't get up today."

"Why?"

Chuck looked at her.

"because……"

Susan opened her mouth to explain, but looking at Chuck's overly calm and composed expression, she suddenly realized that she would be the only one who was embarrassed about joking and mocking about such things.

But when she thought of the noise that made people toss and turn last night, she became angry.

"nothing."

In the end, Susan could only talk about the topic depressedly and said: "The target person flew back to New York this morning, and we are going to follow him."

"good."

Chuck has no objection.

"What about me?"

Jian said urgently.

"Ah?"

Susan smiled and said, "Of course there will be agents from the FBI New York branch in New York. When will we go back to Las Vegas, we will notify you to handle the case together."

“What 8?”

Jane's face turned red and she protested dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Susan jokingly said: "Oh, I seem to be saying it wrong. It should be the agent (agent). I said eight (8). Sorry, sorry, I heard cats and dogs fighting last night, and I didn't have a good rest. I was a little confused and mistakenly said the agent as eight."

Jian Ming knew that Susan was talking nonsense, that agent and eight were just pronounced similarly, or even differently, so how could he say it wrong?

Moreover, when we met yesterday, she and Chuck clearly told the story of 777, and Chuck even pointed out that she could only be 888. Susan was also listening to it at the scene.

So she didn't believe that Susan said the agent as eight (8) was a mistake, and it was clearly a deliberate joke on her.

"Dr. Wolf, what do you think?"

Susan looked at Jane Hongbai's delicate face and felt much more happy, and couldn't help but provoke Chuck.

“Agent 8 is not bad either.”

Chuck said calmly.

“…”

Susan and Jane were speechless.

In large law enforcement agencies like the FBI, agents with clear numbers are all among the elite.

Although in some film and television dramas, the elite among these elites will be specially pressed and beaten when encountering some people with excessively strong protagonists.

But Susan and the others didn't know. According to Chuck, if Jane Zhen became a agent of digital names in the FBI, it would be a compliment.

But for Jane, she didn't want to be Agent No. 8, she was willing to be Agent No. 1, or No. 8 was the largest and last number, and she could accept it.

But obviously, Chuck didn't mean that.

In his eyes, there is probably no difference between No. 8, No. 9, No. 10, etc.

"Okay, let's go."

Susan felt that she would rather talk nonsense with Chuck, otherwise the only one who was embarrassed in the end would be herself.

"good."

Chuck nodded in agreement.

"Be careful."

Jane also knew that she was not suitable for her to follow, but to some extent, she felt that she really couldn't bear to let it go.

"Don't worry, it's the other party who should be careful."

Chuck said honestly.

Airport.

Chuck and Susan walked in with their luggage and amid the casino driver's eyes.

I met a group of familiar people.

"Hi Chuck!"

The social autistic patient, Misie, saw Chuck at first sight and greeted Chuck enthusiastically.

Chuck nodded.

Little Sheldon opened his mouth and looked at him with great grief.

"It's me again!"

Chuck looked at Sheldon and nodded.

Little Sheldon's "guarantee for not talking to Chuck" instantly broke his power and shouted in grief and anger: "I said nothing!"

"I know what you want to say."

Chuck said honestly.

“…”

Little Sheldon glared at Chuck, and said a thousand words: "It's you!"

Um.

He also has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He could not say this before in order to have a breath, but now he has been broken by the point of breaking the power, how can he bear it?

"Ha ha!"

Misie smiled so happily.

"Misie!"

Little Sheldon's mother, Mary, felt sorry for her son and looked at Chuck with dissatisfaction: "Dr. Wolf, are you always bullying the young? Is it interesting?"

"interesting!"

Chuck said the truth: "And it makes sense!"

The double-part increase on his system panel is proof of this.

"What's the point?"

Mary also bulged her big eyes.
To be continued...