"Believe me, while you're still trying to solve the problem within the framework of the law, the enemy is already standing outside of it, watching coldly."
Carl tilted his head slightly on the moving stretcher, his gaze falling on Hammer, a complex emotion in his eyes. After weighing it for a long time, he typed a line on his phone:
"Though I hate to admit it, the old man has a point.
My relationship with my partner isn't good, and I have deep conflicts with my boss, but I never thought they would want me dead.
But my partner and boss acted decisively. Now, I really have no one I can trust."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the old man Hammer again and asked, "So, you want me to take out that troublesome deputy director of the FBI?"
"Unless you've lost your mind, I wouldn't recommend doing that," the other party offered a super simple solution. "Just ensure that your prize claiming process isn't interrupted.
