The same comfortable hotel bed, the same girl sprawled across Jack's chest.
"It's a shame I don't know your graduate advisor, otherwise I'd have recommended you a high score."
Jack ran his fingers through Jessie's brown hair, confirming her accurate analysis.
"That guy named Simon pretends to be a spy, using that aura of mystery to seduce ordinary housewives?"
Jessie smiled quizzically. "It's a shame he didn't go to Hollywood to be an actor."
Jack was speechless. "He seduced your mom, is it really okay for you to be so happy?"
"My secret agent dad has already got his eye on this guy," Jessie rolled her eyes, tut-tutting. "So how is he going to deal with that bastard? Is he going to kill him or dispose of him somewhere else?" "
Girl, that's a dangerous way to think.
" Jack thought to himself, like father, like daughter. He'd sensed Jessie was no ordinary person when they'd encountered the ogre. It was a rare sight for an ordinary girl to not be terrified when confronted by a monster like that.
After discovering she had a father who looked like the Terminator, everything seemed to make perfect sense.
"If you want to be an FBI agent, it's best to put aside those dangerous thoughts. Whether you're planning to be an agent or a special agent, never break the rules unless absolutely necessary,"
Jack warned, his face stern. Then, realizing that such a serious tone was a bit awkward given their current posture, he adjusted his stance and pulled the girl into his arms.
"It's also a form of self-protection. Keeping a low profile is the most important safety principle."
However, Jessie silenced Jack with a single question. "So what's my dad going to do?"
After a long period of no response, the girl chuckled in his arms. "So he really is planning to kill that bastard, huh?"
Jack was a little frustrated. "Not really, but after I tricked Simon yesterday, your dad deployed two teams of operatives on standby, probably trying to scare them.
Of course, most importantly, I think he wants to find out if your mom is really cheating, because he's even prepared a secret interrogation room."
Jessie suddenly became excited and hugged her lover's neck tightly. "When are you going to act?"
Jack finally struggled out of the warm and soft embrace and breathed in fresh air, his voice still a little muffled. "It should be tonight, but I can't come, so I can only come on a date with you."
"I want to see it. You must have a way, right?" Jessie suddenly sat up, unconcerned about her beauty being suddenly exposed to the air.
"What are you looking at?" Jack was stunned, then realized that she wanted to watch "catching an adulterer."
"Are you kidding me?" Jessie, the daughter, actually ate the melon on her parents.
"Don't you think this is funny?"
"Is it really funny?" Jack retorted.
A certain leaky little girl, smiling carelessly, suddenly straightened her expression and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Jack, you don't want my secret agent dad to know that his precious daughter once called another man 'Daddy,' do you?"
Jack twisted his stiff neck, looking incredulously at the girl who had dared to threaten him. How could this father and daughter be so alike?
"Okay, we heard from the wiretap that their meeting time is 10 PM. We should still have time to get there."
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In a RV park somewhere in a suburban park, a 1997 red Chevrolet Corvette slowly pulled up in front of the aging RV.
In the woods not far from the RV, three dark figures watched as the couple exited the vehicle and entered, quickly donning their gear.
Hearing the undisguised sound of treading on dead branches and leaves behind him, Harry, alert, cocked his rifle and turned, aiming it at the approaching figures.
"Harry, are you serious about this?" Jack raised his hands, somewhat surprised by the three armed men.
Fisher, the Indian boy who had been forcibly dragged along to make up the group, curled his lips in silence, looking down at his MP5 submachine gun. Gibson managed a forced smirk, but his expression was also reluctant. "For us, it's much more troublesome to carry fakes than to bring real guns."
Jack glanced at their prepared equipment—in addition to the guns, they also had thermite, which could quickly cut through a whole piece of steel, and steel cables for towing. He roughly guessed the plan.
Patting his phone, which was already on a call, he reached for Harry's black mask. "Count me in. A three-man operation is too shabby. It won't scare anyone."
"I thought you didn't want to help," Harry snorted.
He really didn't want to come. He was simply forced to do so by your little, leaky jacket. Jack glanced at the other side of the RV park, where his Audi R8 was parked.
This incredibly simple raid didn't require much planning. Of course, it's also possible someone was worried about delaying too long and encountering a gruesome scene upon entering.
After assigning their tasks in a few words, the four men crept around the RV. After reconnoitering, the Indian man, Fisher, suddenly unplugged the power cord.
A McDonnell Douglas MD-500 "Little Bird" helicopter flew over the trees, its glaring searchlight trained on the RV window.
Gibson's thermite hissed, burning its way along the rear half of the RV in seconds. Jack and Harry tugged on the thin steel cable, and about a third of the RV detached from its original position, collapsing with a crash.
The screams of a man and a woman echoed from within the RV. Harry and Jack, wearing black masks, rushed in one after the other.
Seeing the couple inside, terrified by the sudden change, huddled together on the sofa, Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Although their positions were a little awkward, at least their clothes were intact.
However, Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the used car salesman pressing on his wife. He was in no mood to think carefully at this moment. He stepped forward, grabbed the guy by the back of the neck and threw him behind him.
"Don't kill me! I'll do whatever you say! Don't kill me! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The sound of the helicopter's propellers was mixed with the screams of men and women. In the chaos, Jack reached out and grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him back.
The back half of the RV that was cut open by thermite was still emitting sparks. If he fell directly on it, he would be disfigured even if he could save his life.
He escorted the guy out of the RV like a chicken, handcuffed him and put a hood on him. Jack completed his task neatly, but it was Harry who was run away by his wife.
(End of chapter)