My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 425: Can you give me the information before I get angry?
"Good evening, Mrs. Davis."

A slightly unfamiliar female voice interrupted Mrs. Davis's melancholy and awakened her from the memories of the past.

"Can I sit here?"

Mrs. Davis turned her attention to the person asking the question, and saw that the person was a gray-haired girl she had never seen before. She looked like she was in her 20s.

"Of course, you can sit down if you want."

Hearing this, Mester smiled and pulled up his chair, his gaze resting for a moment on the stack of documents on Mrs. Davis's left hand side.

"Mrs. Davis..."

"If you have anything to ask, just ask it. No need to beat around the bush."

Before Meester could say the polite words she wanted to say, Mrs. Davis got straight to the point.

It was obvious that she did come here to meet someone.

Mester rolled his eyes when he heard this, and simply stopped talking in circles and directly stated his intention.

"Mrs. Davis, I'm sorry about your son, but we have recently found some new clues and would like to ask you to cooperate in the investigation. This may be related to your son's innocence."

Mrs. Davis didn't expect Mester to say that. Isn't this different from what the person who asked her to meet said?

But listening to the other party's tone, it seems that his son's matter has taken a new turn?
Meister saw her doubts, but in order to get the information as soon as possible, Meister decided to give the other party another dose of strong medicine.

Pretending to look around for a moment and making sure that not many people were paying attention, Meester deliberately leaned forward slightly to get closer to Mrs. Davis, and then lowered his voice and said:
"Based on the information currently available, the explosion your son was involved in seems to be related to the recent Mandarin bombing that has caused panic across the United States."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Davis's first reaction was surprise, and then anger.

What the hell is this woman talking about?
His son has been dead for so long, how could he still be related to that so-called Mandarin!
Is it possible that Charlie could still plan a bombing attack after his death?
But just when she thought of this, Mrs. Davis was stunned again. She suddenly noticed the special words used by this woman when she said this...

involved.

Mrs. Davis has almost never heard this word from any official mouth. Most of the time, they use words like "planning" and "participation" that have almost defined their son.

Even the so-called Homeland Security agent who asked her to meet him used the word "participation" when interviewing her on the phone.

Only this woman, she is very different...

"You're not the woman who called me, are you?"

Meister raised his eyebrows, "The old man is old and the horse is old and slippery" is what Mrs. Davis said.

Although their bodies are getting weaker and weaker day by day, their long-term experience and knowledge have made them particularly accurate in reading people.

Seeing that he was discovered, Mester didn't show much embarrassment. Just when he was about to nod his head and admit it, a woman suddenly stood next to the two of them.

"Actually, I was the one who called you!"

The person coming is none other than Brandt!
She had actually noticed the conversation between the two people a long time ago. Even though Mester pretended to lower his voice deliberately, it still could not escape her ears.

At the same time, Brandt also noticed the documents placed by Mrs. Davis on the table. That was exactly what he needed to find during his trip!

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, I came a little late, but not too late. I happened to catch a little mouse who wanted to move under my nose!"

Brandt said to Mrs. Davis with a smile, and at the same time, he suddenly pressed one hand towards Meester's neck!
However, Meister, who had been prepared for it, immediately tilted his body and perfectly dodged Brandt's sudden attack. At the same time, he rushed to the other side of the table and confronted Brandt across the table.

"Oh? Are you very skilled? There are not many women as neat as you in the FBI, CIA? Or..."

Brandt narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she didn't finish her words, she had obviously guessed the answer.

"You're not bad either."

Mestre responded with a smile, but his body was still tense, and his right hand hidden at his side had quietly pressed the gun on his waist.

Brandt glanced at Mestre's actions, and there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth.

pistol?That thing can't do anything to you.

"Now, Mrs. Davis, could you give me the document in your hand before I get angry?"

Brandt didn't care about Mester's pistol, but pointed the finger directly at Mrs. Davis.

Mrs. Davis had already stood up from her seat at this time, and she was holding the important information about her son's information tightly in her hand.She could not tell the origins of the two parties. Although the short-haired woman in front of her claimed to be a Homeland Security agent on the phone, Mrs. Davis did not think it was a good thing for the other party to find her.

On the contrary, it was the girl with long silver-gray hair on her left. Regardless of what the other party said or her own intuition as a woman and mother, she vaguely felt that this side would be more credible.

Therefore, after a brief pause, Mrs. Davis moved her body to Mestre's side without hesitation.

"Huh? Mrs. Davis, this is not the right decision for you."

Brandt watched Mrs. Davis's movements and did not show much surprise.

After all, if the other party is sent by those guys, I don't seem to have any advantage in credibility.

So Brandt is not going to continue playing this cat-and-mouse game.

"Hey! Ladies! What are you doing? This is not a place for fights!"

Just then, a powerful voice sounded, interrupting the three people who were feeling increasingly gloomy.

Brandt frowned when he heard this, another annoying guy came.

Turning his head to take a look at the person who came, it seemed that he should be the police chief of this small town. Brandt glanced at the police pistol and badge deliberately exposed on his waist, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Mr. Sheriff?"

"Yes, I am the police chief. What are you doing? I warn you not to run wild on my territory. Otherwise..."

The sergeant frowned and his words were full of threats, because he had noticed that Meister was ready to draw his gun at any time.

It can be seen from the other party's skillful and on-track preparation state that the young woman's actions at this time are definitely not joking!

Immediately, the police sergeant put his right hand on the gun on his waist.

"The Department of Homeland Security is handling the case. Mr. Sheriff, can you help me?"

Sensing the Sheriff's vigilance towards Meister, Brandt narrowed his eyes slightly and then thought of a good idea.

Brandt raised his hand and showed the Homeland Security Department badge to the Sheriff, intending to gain trust first so that he could take the documents away smoothly.

However, what Brandt didn't expect was that the police chief glanced at the emblem on her hand and then ignored her. Instead, he turned to look at Mrs. Davis standing on the other side.

"Mrs. Davis, please explain."

The Sheriff did not recognize the two women in front of him. He had never seen the short-haired woman with scars on her face or the silver-gray long-haired woman who was suspected of holding a gun.

As the police chief of a small town for many years, he was confident that he would never admit the wrong person.

These two are not residents of this town, but strangers from nowhere.

The purpose seems to be very obvious. I'm afraid it's for the poor old woman Mrs. Davis whose son died, and... the document in her hand?
"This……"

Seeing the police chief questioning her and noticing the documents in her hand, Mrs. Davis subconsciously hid the documents behind her back.

This police chief was one of the veteran police officers who participated in the investigation of his son's case. When he insisted on overturning the case for his son, he also received a lot of help from her.

"FBI Special Agent Meister, police officer number 520520, was ordered to investigate the bombing involving Mrs. Davis's son many years ago."

Seeing Mrs. Davis's embarrassment, Mester simply "reported his family status" and at the same time opened the corner of his coat, revealing the FBI agent emblem on his waist.

Obviously, compared to the so-called Department of Homeland Security, the FBI, which almost belongs to the same large system, is obviously more credible.

Especially since Meester directly reported his name and police number, his credibility directly overshadowed Brandt on the other side.

The police chief looked the FBI girl up and down, and he could indeed see in her the rule-based spirit that was unique to young police officers in big city police stations.

"how about you?"

The police chief temporarily believed Mester's statement and turned to look at the short-haired woman who looked suspicious from beginning to end.

Seeing the Sheriff's target turning towards him again, Brandt's patience finally ran out.

"Tsk, you are really annoying. As long as you do as I say, everything will be fine. Why do you have to meddle in other people's business and ask questions?"

(End of this chapter)