Jack already had a foreboding feeling. Five minutes later, when Jessie scurried out of the house, clutching a small bag, followed by someone, he felt his earlier decision to stay in Washington, D.C. for two days had been a complete mistake.
"Jessie, stop!"
Arnold, coffee cup in one hand, adjusting his tie with the other, looked exasperated as he ran out of the house. "You didn't come home last night, and where are you going now that you've just gotten home?"
"Of course, to class. Bye, Dad." Jessie waved back without looking back and got into the Audi R8.
Arnold, scalded by the hot coffee, cursed under his breath when, as if realizing something, he jerked his head up and made eye contact with Jack in the driver's seat.
They were both stunned. It took a moment for the sweat-drenched Jack to recover. He forced a smile, raised his left hand from the steering wheel, and gave it a minimal wave as a greeting.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to be late." Jessie, who hadn't noticed this, pushed Jack like a little girlfriend acting coquettishly.
Subconsciously, she shifted into second gear, stepped on the accelerator, and kept her left foot in semi-clutch mode. The engine speed instantly exceeded 5000. The moment she released the handbrake, she stepped on the accelerator again, swung the steering wheel to the left, and the clutch pedal rebounded while the rear tires pulled two blue smoke trails on the road.
Jack drove the Audi R8 with a beautiful on-the-spot drift, disappearing from the sight of the two middle-aged men as if escaping.
It was not until he could no longer see Jessie's house in the rearview mirror that he realized that his previous actions seemed more like a yellow-haired man showing off his power.
"Was that your father just now?" Jack tried not to make his voice sound too strange.
Jessie was obviously shocked by the beautiful on-the-spot drift just now, and stars were almost coming out of her eyes. "Yes, Uncle Gibson is his colleague and good friend. He often comes to pick him up from work.
Jack, did you learn your driving skills during the FBI training?"
"Well, kind of. In fact, I learned some skills when I was in the police academy."
Jack carefully tried to steer the subject back. "Your father looks very young. Did he and your mother get married very early?"
Jessie nodded. "They were high school classmates. I was born not long after graduation. He stayed in the army for many years and didn't come back until I was seven or eight years old.
After that, he has been working as a software salesman. He is still busy traveling around the world. He doesn't make much money, but he is busier than anyone else."
It seems that when Jessie mentions her father, she is full of resentment. "It was his birthday the day before yesterday. We had agreed to celebrate it, but my mother and I made a cake and waited until midnight for him to come home."
At that time, your dad was busy saving the world, little girl.
Jack hesitated for a long time before hesitatingly asking, "So, Jessie, are you sure your dad is just an ordinary software sales engineer?"
Seeing the girl's puzzled look, he chuckled and pretended to be joking. "I think 'Uncle Gibson' is more in line with your description. Your dad's physique could enter a bodybuilding competition."
Jessie smiled proudly. "That might be one of his few good points. I don't know how he maintains his muscles. I rarely see him working out. My mom works out regularly, but it seems I've inherited this advantage."
As she spoke, she deliberately pulled her clothes towards Jack, showing off her slender waist and youthful vitality.
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When Jack drove Jess to college, the GMC "Canyon" pickup truck that "Arnold" was riding in was also moving slowly in the morning rush hour on the busy roads near Capitol Hill.
"Is that guy coming for you?" asked 'Uncle Gibson' who was driving.
"Arnold" was even more confused than him, "I don't know, maybe it's just a coincidence. The FBI is on our side, there's no reason to harass my family."
"Who knows?" 'Uncle Gibson' shrugged, "Didn't you hear that a department in the Secret Operations Division of the Bureau of Operations was recently wiped out by the higher-ups, and the directors were killed. I heard it was related to the FBI."
"Why did I hear that a traitor was eliminated?"
"Arnold"'s perspective on the problem was obviously more pertinent than his partner's, "Don't forget that we are actually FBI."
"Yeah, yeah." Gibson rolled his eyes. "That's why our department is so unpopular. Both sides treat us as outsiders."
Then he changed the subject and brought the topic back to the previous one. "You know, I don't want to say anything about your parenting. After all, I've been married three times and didn't dare to have a child. But aren't you controlling Jess too much?
Your relationship was so strained during her adolescence. She even went to New Mexico to attend college to get away from you. Now that she's finally back, why are you still like this? You know, she's already 22 years old."
"I'm just worried that she'll be cheated." "Arnold" said sullenly. "It's obvious that that FBI guy is not a good person. He will make Jess sad."
Gibson raised his middle finger at him with disdain. "That's not what you said after he pulled you up from the roof the night before. I don't know who was secretly sighing to me at the time, 'Are all the newcomers nowadays monsters?'"
"These are two different things, okay?" "Arnold" didn't believe that his partner didn't hear what he meant. "Of course I'm talking about love life. I don't want Jess to fall in love with an agent, including an FBI agent."
"Yeah, yeah." Gibson smiled strangely. "The old woman is waiting for her husband who comes home late from work at home, and this agent is dancing tango with a beautiful girl at the dance party. He made her orgasm multiple times in just a few minutes, and then he obediently gave her his contact information."
"That's all for the mission." "Arnold" was embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.
"Speaking of that woman, Juno Skinner, there's something wrong with her. I was attacked not long after I left her office, which indirectly confirmed our previous suspicions about her."
Gibson nodded, "OK, I'll find someone to investigate her further."
Then his smile became a little obscene, "In fact, I think you might as well do it yourself. That woman will definitely be willing to say anything in bed."
"Shut up, we'll break up if you mention this again." Faced with this talkative partner, "Arnold" felt overwhelmed. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he reminded him, "And that FBI, find out his information."
"Oh, please." Gibson showed him a look of disgust, "That guy is more handsome than you. Even if Jessie slept with him last night, it's hard to say who suffered more."
(End of this chapter)