A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Luke joined the FBI initially just to resolve his immigration status. Later, to make his retirement less boring, he decided to try and climb the ranks to the top.

He wants to be Lu Gao!

As for which law enforcement agency, Luke didn't care.

Rachel thought for a moment.

"I think you should go."

“…What’s the reason?”

"First, as you just said, S.H.I.E.L.D. was created by the five superpowers, so there should be some shares from the East, right?"

"Correct."

Luke nodded: "Without the East's shares, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be able to manage Asia."

Although the East also has its own S.H.I.E.L.D., this does not prevent the East from holding shares in S.H.I.E.L.D.

The Eastern Kingdom here is similar to his homeland in his previous life.

I would choose to cooperate with you, but that doesn't prevent me from working independently.

Rachel then spread her hands toward Luke and said, "That's it. You're of East Asian descent, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has East Asian shares. If you go to S.H.I.E.L.D., your career will definitely be better than the FBI in the US, especially since Director Louis is dead. That's the second reason."

The FBI is a domestic agency.

In such a powerful local law enforcement agency, it would be very difficult for Young Master Huang, whose skin color is clearly different from that of the white master and the black servant, to rise to a higher position.

Especially given that Chief Louis, who admired Luke, is now dead.

The next California governor may not trust Luke as much as Louis did, and may not spare no effort in promoting him.

But S.H.I.E.L.D. is different.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has shares in a mysterious Eastern overlord, and Luke is a genuine descendant of Easterners. Therefore, theoretically, Luke's potential for development within S.H.I.E.L.D. is far greater than his potential within the FBI.

Rachel quickly analyzed the situation in her mind, then looked at Luke: "Perfect timing. Around two days before Christmas at the end of the year, the Eastern Consulate in Los Santos will be hosting a business banquet. Our station is inviting media. By the way, how's your Eastern language?"

Luke looked at Rachel.

"Thief!"

As Luke spoke, his expression turned somewhat strange as he looked at Rachel: "However, Rachel, you're essentially dragging me into this, which is espionage. Your fiancé is currently the Assistant Director of Operations at the FBI."

Rachel looked at Luke with a smile: "I just wanted to take my fiancé to the next level. If I'm guilty, it's because I love you too much."

Lu Ke: "..."

The night passed without a word, only gasps and groans.

the next day.

Lu Ke returned to his office feeling refreshed.

Last night, he could clearly feel that the temperature of his relationship with Rachel had been raised once again.

Because Rachel's body temperature doesn't lie.

As for Rachel's suggestion...

Luke is still considering it.

Even if Alexander Pierce does invite Luke to join S.H.I.E.L.D. as Rachel speculates, Luke is not going right now.

Again.

Regardless of what other people's topics are, for Luke right now, there is only one topic.

That is to restart the gene lock.

"Dong dong!"

"Enter."

Luke poured himself his first glass of bourbon that morning, settled into his chair, and answered the knock on the door.

Earl walked in from outside, carrying some documents, just like he had done a few days before.

"Director, Director Pan Ning means that you can sign these administrative documents on my behalf."

"it is good."

Luke took the documents Earl handed him, found the pen lying to the side, and, thinking of Brian who had been working there for a few days, asked while flipping through the documents, "How's Brian doing? Is the work going smoothly?"

Earl nodded: "Deputy Team Leader O'Connor has already begun investigating a cross-state drug trafficking case."

Luke closed the signed document, handed it to Earl, and then raised an eyebrow.

"You got into the zone so quickly."

“Deputy Team Leader O’Connor is very proactive.”

"That's a good thing."

Lu Ke quickly realized the reason.

Brian actually wanted to be a good law enforcement officer, but he was unlucky. On his first undercover mission, he encountered Lumia, the Waterloo of his career.

So after being fired from the Los Angeles Police Department, he seemed to be giving up.

Now that he's back in law enforcement, he wants to achieve something to redeem himself from his less-than-stellar reputation in Los Angeles.

Luke was pleased with this outcome.

He's now in management, and Brian is his underling. The more work Brian does, the more credit he gets.

Since Brian enjoys being a slave so much, then let him be a slave.

After Earl left with the documents, Luke picked up his bourbon, took a sip, and opened his email to see if Debbie had sent any emails.

pity.

There were no emails from Debbie in the inbox, but there was one signed by Cipher.

Wait.

Seifer.

Lu Ke looked at the email that had been sent three hours earlier, at 4:50 a.m., raised an eyebrow, and chose to open it.

into the eye.

The email included an attachment of "overseas bank statements" along with a short message.

"Speaking ill of others behind their backs is wrong, Chief Dan."

Lu Ke looked at the message in his email, smiled, and then used his two fingers to type the text and send it over.

"Is there?"

The main characteristic is aloofness.

After Luke sent the email, he returned to the email Cipher sent, downloaded the attachment, and opened it.

moment.

Lu Ke's eyes narrowed as he looked at the amount displayed on the screen and gasped.

"Nearly five small goals?"

Lu Ke exclaimed inwardly, "That old man's methods of making money are quite impressive."

This overseas bank statement is Horton Lewis's bank statement from overseas banks.

"What a pity, I can see it, but I can't get it."

Lu Ke looked at the amount on the table with some envy, but felt a little disappointed.

But the disappointment was fleeting. Luke's gaze instantly locked onto the amount that Seifer had specially marked in the transaction details.

Forty-five million!

My 30 pounds of CPH4.

Luke raised an eyebrow and clicked on the marked entry with his mouse. Immediately afterward, a name that Cipher had already found appeared in the entry's annotation.

Baraka Dibour.

Looking at the name, Lu Ke immediately logged into his federal system and entered the name into the federal big data database for a quick search.

Just as the federal system was querying, another new email was received.

Luke glanced at the system, which was still searching, reopened his email, and opened the email that Cipher had sent just five seconds earlier.

This time, Cipher didn't say anything, but simply sent an attachment.

Luke opened it.

This is a video file, which is a video taken yesterday by Luke and Debbie, using the webcam in front of his computer as the reference point, showing that Cipher sounds like the name of a pretty older sister.

Luke's lips curled up in a smile.

"Hacking into the computer of an FBI Assistant Director of Operations is a federal felony."

"Ding! 』

Luke's email had just been sent when Cipher replied almost instantly.

"Hiring a criminal hacker to break into the overseas bank of the late California Bureau of Investigation director—that seems like a crime too, doesn't it?"

"Sorry, the right to interpret the law lies with me."

"..."

As Cipher, atop the aerial fortress, read the text in the email, a slight smile appeared on her cold, beautiful face: "Alright then, I've committed a crime, so come and arrest me."

Looking at the email reply that came back again, Luke typed back with a slight smile, "You're such a rascal. Even the CIA can't find the famous Cipher, how could I possibly have a way, unless..."

A smile played at the corners of Seifer's eyes.

"Unless what?"

Do you want to be subdued by me?

"you guess."

I think you do.