"I haven't seen you so embarrassed for a long time."

Victoria was helping Frank with the wound on her head, and she didn't feel any pain before the adrenaline surge.

Now Frank is not only in his head, but also in his whole body.

"That kid has good fighting ability, but it's still a little bit worse."

Victoria put a piece of gauze on the other party's head, which caused Frank to wail.

Frank's girlfriend, who was shouting, immediately pressed an ice pack on the other person's head.

Joe, who was standing beside Frank, laughed while taking a photo from the other party.

Nikita's injury was heavier than Frank, and his left arm was dislocated, and other parts of his bone fractures may have been associated with bone fractures.

"It's really thanks to your good friend's widow, oh~"

Nikita said hatefully, then pulled the wound on his lips and spit out another mouthful of saliva with blood foam.

"NIKI, you should take a break"

Michael pressed the other party on the chair. Hex was unexpectedly at the CIA headquarters, and he didn't expect that both sides would fight.

If they hadn't supported it quickly enough, Nikita and Frank would probably not have been able to run out this time.

Michael looked at the other people in the room. These old guys were very unscrupulous in their work and directly burned down a floor of the CIA.

Although he had wanted to do this for a long time, there was always a gap between imagination and implementation.

"We need to take a break and see what's going on." Frank leaned against a sofa, looking much more haggard.

Considering this person's age, it is normal after experiencing such a fierce fight.

Michael agreed that Nikita's injury really needs to be carefully examined.

"So I won't keep you anymore, by the way, bring this with me before leaving." Frank threw the information to Michael, "Help us find a reporter or something to send it out."

Michael looked at the other party with a puzzled look on his face. Will the information he tried hard to snatch was handed over to them like this?

...

In the evening, this information that had been covered with for more than 30 years was placed in front of Xu Chuan.

The corners of Mr. Xu's mouth twitched twice. Michael had his brain twitched. Why do you want this thing?

Damn, I've been plotted by these old immortals.

Umbrella and the Vice President have no grudges in the past. He is full and he still helps them find reporters?

"This incident made me think about it."

Xu Chuan pressed down the document, and he felt that Frank Moses was not at ease.

An old spy can still count on the other party as a good person. If it weren't for Nikita's overly extreme thoughts about the organization, he would have stopped the other party from cooperating with these REDs.

He dared to go to the CIA with them. This sister is so heartless that she is very likely to be sold by the other party as bait.

"They agreed to help us pull Percy's people out."

Michael explained to Xu Chuan, "We use this document to force the vice president out and find Percy through him."

Xu Chuan nodded, "Okay, but I still need to think about it."

Consider it, think about it. Now that the two of them slapped such a big mouth on the CIA's face, they can give up.

Covering his forehead, Xu Chuan felt that he was one head and two big.

"You will retreat to Baltimore and stay honestly and listen to my instructions."

Xu Chuan said this time very firmly and could not let them mess around anymore. Infiltration into the CIA is not a problem. The problem is that being discovered has caused very serious consequences.

He really couldn't think of how bad Nikita's luck was. He could still meet acquaintances when Burkhoff had almost opened the entire map.

After sending Michael away, he first contacted Burkhoff using the company's encrypted email to ask if the other party's network intrusion was discovered.

The other party promised that they were not discovered, and their technical department withdrew very promptly, so that he could no longer provide support to Michael.

Xu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. That's good, otherwise it would be a big loss.

He told Berkhoff not to invade the CIA network again during this period, just in case.

"If you have nothing to do, please ask someone to compile a technical support application process. In the future, anyone except me who wants to call technical resources must write an application in advance. Tomorrow, forget it, I will hand it over to me before getting off work the day after tomorrow."

Before considering how to deal with the broken data, he needs to solve some internal problems.

He had wanted to do these things for a long time, but because there were too many veterans in the company, some things could not be handled simply and roughly.

Now, he just took this opportunity to strengthen internal management. As the saying goes, if your family is big and your business is big, something will happen sooner or later if you operate like a small workshop.

Continuous success will cover up many problems, and when encountering real trouble, these problems will become the key to their lives.

And as for this information...

Xu Chuan's fingers were sliding on it, and he had no intention of looking at it.

Things in this are nothing in this world. They will still happen from time to time in the 21st century, let alone in the last century.

"Dear, are you still busy?"

Xuela knocked on the door gently outside the door, then leaned in and asked, "It's already very late."

Xu Chuan looked at it and it was indeed a little earlier. He stretched out his hand to greet the other party.

Xuela rarely enters this room, so she walks over and sits directly on the other person's lap.

"What are you busy with?"

Xuela hugged Xu Chuan's neck and looked at the worn folder on the table.

She stretched out her hand curiously, and then was pulled by Xu Chuan.

"Sorry, I thought..." Xuela withdrew her hand awkwardly.

Xu Chuan just smiled, "It's not that you don't want to see it, but that the things inside are too dark. You should be your big star happily."

...

The CIA headquarters was brightly lit, and George Black's face was so gloomy that it could drip into water.

William Cooper sat upright in front of George Black with gauze wrapped around his face, "Sir, we have identified the identities of those two, one of whom is retired agent Frank Moses, and the other is Nikita, a defector from the organization."

"Where are the others?"

"Those people were wearing gas masks, but according to the security staff, they might also be retirees, who came in as posing as contractors."

George Black thought for a while, then looked at the supervisor in the corner who was in charge of technical issues, "let the technical department immediately check the system's security."

The man looked embarrassed, "Sir, if you want to conduct a comprehensive inspection, it will affect the operation of many projects."

George Black has no room for bargaining this time, "If you can't do it, I'll replace it."

This is the benefit of being in a high position. He has the right to be unreasonable and it really affects the work, and these people are still the ones who take the blame.

The man's face turned red, but he still didn't say anything.

"Do we want these people?"

"Tell us the best agent in the world that we were beaten by several retired old guys?"

The other few people started arguing, and they seemed to want to make things worse.

Let the outside know that Langley was infiltrated and that he had not caught anyone in the end, he would definitely become the target of ridicule of several other departments.

"First find out what these people are doing."

"Then I told the outside world that this was an emergency exercise, and we secretly dealt with those attackers."

"I will explain the commander."

George Black made the decision, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief. If the truth is really disclosed to the outside world, someone must take responsibility.

No one wants to be this abandoned pawn, and George Black also does not want him to question the outside world when he has been in office for less than a year.

"Where is Hex?"

George Black looked at William Cooper again, his capable subordinate couldn't find anyone after he had treated the wound.

William Cooper just shook his head, and the elder sister seemed to be very dissatisfied with his performance.

Well, he was not satisfied with it himself. He really didn't expect that Frank Moses would be so capable of fighting at this age.

And he also didn't expect that the woman Hex could be so fierce. The wound on the woman's head, which was as deep as the eyebrows, was caused by her brow bumping into Frank's head.

It was obvious that she misjudged the difference in hardness between the other party and her head.

George Black pressed his temple, "Forget it, you can rest for two days first, and then focus on what we said before."

“Okay, Sir.”

After arranging the things afterwards, George Black can finally get off work.

Just as he was tidying up his briefcase, the office door was pushed open by Hex.

The woman had already sewed the wound on her eyebrows and was standing in front of the desk with a cold expression.
To be continued...