Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Asshole" Mike, a senior FBI agent, cursed as he ran.

That is to say, he himself was quite prestigious during his time in the FBI, and he had several close friends. Otherwise, he would be in prison and facing trial right now.

He still clearly remembers the phone call his best friend made to him: "Mike, don't talk. Listen, not long ago, someone reported you anonymously for assisting in money laundering, extortion, bribery, and rape. That guy led people to investigate, and all the evidence reported is true. He is now leading people to arrest you, so you can take care of yourself. "

After that, the friend hung up the phone directly. Mike was confused at the time. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't understand why he, who had always been conscientious in his work, was actually involved in these crimes. As a senior FBI agent, he naturally knew that if all these charges were proven true, he would face at least 20 years in prison. What a joke

As a senior agent of the FBI, no, now that he is absconding in fear of crime, he should be a former senior agent of the FBI. He knows better than anyone the influence and power of the FBI, an intelligence agency, in the United States. If the other party really wants to catch him, he will be caught sooner or later even if he goes to heaven or earth. So the only way for him to avoid jail is to find the person who framed him and then get the evidence to clarify himself.

As for who was setting him up, Mike already had suspicions in his mind. The only person who could expend so much effort and prepare the evidence so perfectly was that the only one who had a grudge against him in the end was the Wrath Gang, one of the Manhattan gangs he was responsible for investigating recently.

"Antonist" Mike's eyes flashed with anger as he was escaping, and at the same time he also thought of a way.

In an open-air cafe, Anthony sent someone to directly reserve the venue. He was making an appointment with a doctor who was an expert in the brain field, hoping that he could join the private hospital he had just acquired: "Mr. Majors, I hope you can carefully consider what I just said. As long as you are willing to come over, I can pay three times your current salary, and I can also hand over the management of the hospital to you."

In fact, I originally thought that Anthony would not need to handle such a small matter personally. But it was related to his mother's condition. Although he had obtained a special prescription from the Assassin's League that could treat this condition. But to be on the safe side, Anthony decided to find an authoritative expert in this field to preside over his mother's treatment.

Majors couldn't help but smile bitterly. If possible, he actually didn't even want to meet someone like Anthony, let alone let him work under Anthony. Just looking at the group of black-clothed men standing behind him, exuding cold murderous aura, he was really not good at refusing, or he didn't dare to say it.

Anthony was naturally aware of his concerns, so he did not urge him. He just looked at him expressionlessly while sipping his coffee.

Just when Majors was spinning around anxiously, wiping sweat desperately. Bullock suddenly received a call, then walked up to Anthony's ear and whispered the report: "Boss, the FBI named Mike has escaped."

"Oh," Anthony nodded, not taking it to heart at all. The reason why such a little thing spent so much money to frame him was mainly because the Nu Gang was too public during this period. Otherwise, with Anthony's temper, a guy like this who doesn't know what to do and comes to trouble Anthony would have been directly poured into a cement pillar by Anthony, and then sunk into the Hudson River.

Seeing that Anthony seemed a little unimpressed, Bullock hesitated and said again: "Boss, do you think he will come to us?"

After hearing this, Anthony glanced at him sideways and asked expressionlessly: "Why are you afraid?"

"How could that be?" Bullock laughed dryly, then withdrew knowingly.

At this moment, a man broke in with a gun and a bomb. It turned out to be the former FBI senior agent Mike we just talked about.

Anthony raised his hand to signal the angry gang elites behind him not to shoot, and then looked at the former high-spirited FBI senior agent Mike with a playful expression: "Isn't this our FBI senior agent Mr. Mike? Why are you so embarrassed?" You don't look like an FBI agent at all now, but you look like a fugitive who is afraid of crime and absconding."

"Bastard Antonist, stop pretending here. Aren't you the fault of all this?" Mike pointed the gun at Anthony and roared.

Anthony smiled arrogantly, then pretended to be serious and said: "I just seemed to hear you slandering me. Do you need me to call a lawyer? Our Agent Mike."

Mike was immediately outraged by Anthony's pretense. He held the switch in his hand and flashed it in front of Anthony. Then he pointed the gun at Anthony and said, "That's enough. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I'm going to ask now." One thing about you, Antonist, is it you who framed me?"

Anthony glanced playfully at the location where Mike had just secretly pressed something, then raised two fingers and waved behind him. A cut cigar was placed on Anthony's fingers. Just as the other person was thinking While continuing to help Anthony light the cigar, Anthony said: "I remember, didn't I buy a very interesting lighter from our market two days ago? Use that one."

The boy in charge of lighting the fire was slightly startled. Before he could react, Gin, who was like a shadow, came out of the shadows and took out a technologically advanced lighter. He lit it for Anthony and then seemingly casually Placed it in front of Anthony's desk.

"By the way, what do you want to ask?" Anthony took a deep breath on his cigar and blew out a smoke ring.

"Did you frame me?" Mike roared.

"Yes," Anthony looked at the other party's somewhat exaggerated performance playfully, nodded and admitted directly.

"Sure enough, it's you." Mike's eyes flashed with joy, but he quickly covered it up: "Why are you doing this? Is it because I lead the surveillance of your angry gang, so you want to deliberately retaliate?"

"Deliberate revenge" Anthony couldn't help laughing: "Our Agent Mike, have you always made a mistake? You have never been qualified to be retaliated by us. The reason why we want to send you in is just because of you." Flies are just too annoying.”

Mike's expression changed when he heard this: "You bastard actually framed a senior FBI agent for this reason. Aren't you afraid of legal sanctions?"

"Law" Anthony laughed and mocked, then looked at him coldly and said: "Agent Mike, you are a fugitive who is afraid of crime and is standing here talking to me about the law. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"I was framed by you," Mike argued angrily.

"Really?" Anthony shrugged: "Who knows?"

"Anthony, you are a scum of society." Mike seemed to be so angry that he was trembling slightly with the pistol pointed at Anthony: "Tell me how you framed me."

Anthony looked at Mike playfully and said nothing, until he looked at him and his heart went crazy. Then Anthony said: "Okay, I won't play with you anymore. This game is too old-fashioned and has nothing new at all."

"What do you mean?" Agent Mike couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart, and then he suppressed his inner uneasiness and asked.

"That bomb-like thing of yours doesn't seem to be leaving. Why don't you take a look?" Anthony replied.

Mike couldn't help but be surprised. He lowered his head and saw that the countdown on it had indeed stopped moving. Then he looked at Anthony in panic and said: "What is going on?"

Anthony smiled playfully and said: "I think you should be more concerned about another issue. Whether the recording or video recording equipment on your body is still working."

"You" Mike was really shocked. He didn't understand how the other party found out.

Anthony gestured to a certain part of the other person's body with his head in his mouth: "Let's take a look."

Mike continued to point the gun at Anthony with one hand, took out the device with the other hand, and operated it. Sure enough, it was completely broken.

At this time, he remembered the high-tech lighter placed on Anthony's desk, and then said in horror: "So you have discovered it a long time ago, then why did you talk to me so much?"

"Because I want to see what it feels like for a person to suddenly fall from heaven to hell."