Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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Tsk tsk, remember, don't shoot if you can, and always speak Irish when you talk."

Melanie checked the gun without even looking up. "Boss, I'm not trying to hit you, but I think these congressmen may not be as stupid as you think."

“Indeed, but sometimes, once the problem involves face.

Then everything is different.

This senator didn't do very well in the U.S. Congress, but he became a local tyrant in New York City!

The local tyrant's house was robbed. Even though the whole world knew that it was a deliberate frame-up of the Irish, it would still cause great trouble to the Irish!

After all, who knew it was us?

People will only remember that the robbers who broke in and stole things were a bunch of thieves speaking broken Irish!"

Chapter 15: Help from a married woman!

"damn it!"

The fully armed man kicked open the sewer door in front of him with force. The foul smell rushed out from the door, and he breathed in fresh air in big gulps. Even though he had worn an oxygen mask when he went down and was fully prepared, he still saw the locator floating in the shit.

He still felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He watched as the locator signal "rushed" towards the port at a speed beyond his imagination.

He had almost seen the medal that was about to be awarded to him.

As an FBI commander.

They have been hunting down this Mexican drug lord named Anno for a long time.

This An Nuo is no ordinary person.

According to the intelligence received.

Anno is most likely Mexico's agent in New York.

Therefore, DEA also attaches great importance to it.

But the FBI had other plans.

Simply put, they are short of money.

They need to obtain a steady stream of funds through the big fish Anno.

Otherwise, counting on those guys on Capitol Hill to approve funding would be like asking a miser to lay eggs - wishful thinking!

After spending a huge amount of money, they finally found out Annuo's movements and found one of his subordinates.

In order not to alert the enemy, they decided to go fishing.

But I didn’t expect...I was fooled again!

Taking off the gas mask on his face, the commander stood by the door and lit a cigarette.

But as soon as the fire was lit, the female team members appeared.

He said with some surprise: "Daxia! Why are you back?

Didn't I tell you to follow that guy? Did you lose him?

With your tracking level, this shouldn't happen!"

“He went into Hell’s Kitchen… and had the protection of the Italians.”

"Italian? Not Mexican?"

"At least, I saw that he did enter the Italian territory!"

“Damn it, I was wondering why New York is so big and I couldn’t find him after searching for so long.

It turns out that they were protected by the Italians!"

Dasha frowned.

Her boss seemed to have lost his mind: "Sir, we can't be sure yet..." She suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

"Not sure about what?"

“We are not sure whether the Italians sheltered Anno… The area controlled by Italians and the area controlled by Mexicans border each other!

Maybe he just passed through. I didn't see Anno in person, nor did I see whether he entered the Mexican-controlled area. "

"It doesn't matter. Now that we know he might be hiding in Hell's Kitchen, the rest of the things will be much easier!"

Just as the commander was about to give an order, a new mission briefing was delivered to him.

He finished reading the briefing with a frown on his face. "It looks like we need to put Anno's matter aside for a while. Our Senator was robbed in his own home!"

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"Ula Ula~"

Sirens blared throughout the Upper East Side.

The densely packed police cars almost filled up the wide streets.

The Senator was wrapped in a blanket and shivering in the ambulance.

But the ambulance did not leave.

The mayor of New York City lived in a villa not far away and rushed to the scene as soon as he heard the sirens.

This made George Stacy, who rushed to the scene but was still a step late, exclaim that the situation was not good!

I walked into the ambulance with my head held high.

As soon as I opened the car door, I heard the senator's confident roar.

"Damn the Irish, I'm going to kill them, damn them!

They took the painting!

Damn it, Lawrence, if you can't get my painting back, then we're going to court! Damn you, you dared to rob my house!

Pretending to be Italian! Damn it, I met too many Irish bastards when I was studying in London. These damn guys drink and fight every day, and think about how to get money from others. They even drank up all my treasured whiskey... Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

George Stacy suddenly felt his head grow bigger.

He could almost imagine how harsh the mayor's tone and words would be when he came to see him alone.

"Maybe, I should back out now." The body that had already been inside the ambulance slowly retreated to the back.

Unfortunately, it was still too late.

Mayor Lawrence called out to George Stacy as if he had seen a savior.

"Mr. Chief, where are you going?"

George Stacy had an awkward smile on his face.

But at this moment, the cell phone on his waist suddenly rang.

Although I don’t know who is calling me at this time.

But it will definitely not be as important as the scene in front of us.

He stretched out his hand to hang up the phone, then walked into the ambulance with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Stacy looked at the hung up phone in her hand.

There was a flash of deep despair in his eyes.

Lester has left.

Although the hospital is very poor, there are surveillance cameras in the underground garage. This is basic facilities. Without it, the hospital would not be allowed to open.

The old-fashioned surveillance camera couldn't capture Lester's face clearly.

But Lester's target is the Kingpin.

Not a female doctor, nor the daughter of the police chief.

So, he left!

Mrs. Stacy could no longer hide her emotions after Lester left.

She was extremely frightened and felt helpless deep down.

She dialed the number and tried to call her husband.

However, the final result was that her husband ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Just like every time.

This police chief, who works tirelessly for the citizens of New York, never answers calls from his wife while he's working.

Mrs. Stacy fell into complete despair.

Although she said that, she didn't care about her daughter.