A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

This is now completely barrier-free.

Brian strongly suspected that the corrupt manager in front of him was a traitor.

The black supervisor shook his head: "No, I'm very serious, and I have the right to recruit a junior federal agent for myself."

Yes.

Although he was just an operations supervisor at the Los Angeles branch.

But it was the FBI using its authority to recruit a civilian as a federal agent, and he was qualified to do so.

and……

The black supervisor reached out and handed Brian a personnel file that had just been hastily prepared that evening.

"Take a look."

"What's this."

"have a look."

Brian frowned as he took the personnel file handed to him by the black-clad supervisor.

turn on.

into the eye.

This was clearly a personal profile file of an FBI agent from the Los Angeles office.

Name: "Luke..."

Age: 24

Level: "A1"

Position: Trainee Detective

"..."

"hiss!"

Brian looked at the personal file in his hand, which was certified by the FBI's internal anti-counterfeiting code and had Luke's photo on it, and gasped. He then looked up at the black supervisor with a strange look in his eyes: "What kind of trick are you playing?"

The photo of Luke was given to me by Brian.

after all……

How can we help you with your identity if you don't provide a photo?

but……

Brian never expected this. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out why Luke would suddenly transform from a stowaway into a federal agent.

This is so surreal.

Brian felt that this corrupt supervisor was either playing with something very new, or he was planning to betray the country.

The black supervisor remained silent, but instead took out a hastily made FBI badge with Luke's photo and a standard eagle head insignia from the drawer and tossed it to Brian: "Give this to him. He wants identification, so I'll give him identification."

Brian looked at the FBI badge in his hand, which looked very real, and was completely speechless.

The shrewd supervisor crossed his arms, chuckled, revealing two rows of white teeth inside his dark mouth: "Actually, it was your deputy director who gave me this inspiration."

Brian looked up at the black-clad supervisor.

The black-clad supervisor smiled and said, "A federal undercover agent and a police undercover agent teamed up to crack a major truck robbery. Tsk tsk, this will be a major achievement in my resume."

He had even imagined the recognition he would receive when he went to Washington, D.C. at the end of the year to attend a closed-door meeting with the FBI.

The credit for the truck robbery did not go to the Los Angeles Police Department. The reason why the LAPD officers were able to infiltrate was entirely due to his keen eye for talent, which allowed him to discover reliable detectives and work together from the inside. In order to give the LAPD some face, he brought the LAPD along to solve the case.

Have a look.

What is wit!

Damn Fuck!

Who the hell says we African Americans are stupid? We're not stupid at all, and most of the time, we're quite clever.

And that’s not all.

Even the corrupt manager couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for this.

He looked at Brian, who was completely dumbfounded: "And from now on, the initiative is in our hands."

Brian listened to the black supervisor's words and then looked at Luke's FBI agent badge in his hand.

He has now begun to doubt the reality of this world.

next second.

Brian continued to stare blankly at the black-clad supervisor.

He simply couldn't understand how someone who had illegally entered the country could be turned into a federal agent and still have the nerve to say that the initiative was in his hands.

The corrupt supervisor chuckled and explained, "You've been undercover for almost a month now, haven't you?"

Brian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Correct."

"Is there any progress?"

"Not yet." Apart from his passionate romance with Mia, there has been absolutely no progress on his undercover mission.

Brian thought to himself, glancing at the black-clad man: "It's obvious that Luke is waiting for his identification."

The black supervisor nodded: "Yes, I know that too, so I gave him my documents. That way, you can ask him to speed things up."

Brian opened his mouth.

He felt he still couldn't keep up with the shady manager's thought process.

Is it because of different skin colors?

Brian thought to himself, then remembered an old friend of his who was in prison. That guy was also dark-skinned, and he couldn't quite keep up with that guy's thought process.

The black supervisor then explained, "We gave him the documents he asked for. Moreover, with these documents, we can do some things if necessary. For example, if he doesn't cooperate with our operation, you can identify Lu Ke as an undercover agent, thereby kicking this yellow-skinned monkey out of the game and gaining their trust."

talking.

The black-haired manager raised his dark chin, looked at Brian who was staring in disbelief, and smiled smugly.

"What do you think? Isn't that a clever idea?"

"..."

Chapter 25 Lu Ke's Big Gift

"Give."

"What is this?"

"The documents you requested."

"..."

Luke woke up to find Brian waiting outside Lucy Chen's apartment building once again. He took the envelope from Brian, whose face was half written with "WTF" and half with "I'm hopeless."

turn on.

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow.

next second.

He took out a badge from the envelope, a gold eagle head symbolizing federal law enforcement with the letters FBI engraved below it. Then he took out a document inside, also with a gold eagle head as its base. After opening it, he looked at his photo and the FBI's authenticated trainee agent ID.

"Ah!"

Luke glanced at the documents, chuckled, and tossed the badge and identification back into the envelope. Then he looked up at Brian and said, "Let me guess, that dark-skinned operations manager wants me to help you solve the case quickly, otherwise you can expose my identity and drive a wedge between me and Tang so that you can gain Tang's trust?"

Brian nodded, utterly dejected.

"Yes."

"You didn't tell him that my IQ is actually pretty good."

"said."

"and then."

That's it.

"..."

Brian looked at Luke, whose face was also starting to show a hint of exasperation, and shook his head: "Hey, I'm just a junior officer. I can't do what the operations supervisor wants. If he wants to do it this way, what can I do?"

He already protested last night.

after all……

Although Lu Ke is an undocumented immigrant, he's not stupid.

result……

The corrupt supervisor thought his plan was flawless. He was just a lowly police officer, and his words carried no weight; no matter how much he said, it would be of no use.

Brian sighed, looked at Luke, and immediately changed the subject: "Now that you know what he's up to, when are you planning to help us catch Tang?"

Luke looked at the identification and badge in the envelope, stroked his chin, and instead of answering Brian's question, looked up at Brian and asked in return, "Has my FBI personnel file been put into the Los Angeles office's archives?"

Brian frowned slightly: "What?"

Luke laughed and said, "The FBI agent data is different from that of local police stations. It's registered online. Now that I'm a federal agent, does that mean I can also log into the FBI system?"

Brian frowned and looked at Luke.

"How did you..."

"Don't ask, I know the answer."

Luke did not answer Brian's question about why he knew so much, because he had also worked as an FBI agent for a period of time in one of those worlds.

To put it bluntly.

Luke knows the internal workings of the FBI much better than Brian does now.