At the beginning, justice came from heaven, but I was targeted by the FBI

Chapter 426 God is rushing to wipe his butt, so he still can’t think about it?

Xi Guanzi left the hotel with lingering fear.

An FBI plane also landed at the Honolulu Airport.

The cabin door opened and a sharp sound was heard.

"Hawaii, Levin is here!"

"Please, we're here to do something!"

"Don't worry Bob, we are very experienced. Wiping the butt is all about technique."

The fat black man got off the plane happily and took a deep breath.

"The air in Hawaii is so sweet. Unfortunately, I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Can you shut up?"

"Handle it? Today is not the second day of junior high school?" The fat man still knew about Eastern customs.

"Hickam Military Base, one battalion of Marines."

"God damn it, don't we need to wipe your butt?" The fat black man was angry, "This is my job."

The Latino partner behind him had a frown on his face.

The fat black man, wearing a loose floral shirt and sunglasses, led the way out of the hangar with his suitcase in hand.

"There must be a lot of movement." The fat man said with a smile.

Ah!
Bob held his forehead. "Are they all from the Red Gate?"

Bob shook his head depressedly, the Pentagon was used to it.

The car door opened, and a white man in a black suit stepped out. He took out his ID and gave them a look.

The partner behind him shook his head, "You're obviously here for a trip, ugh."

"The troops are out."

"I hate official cars." The fat black man cursed.

"Regular security?" Bob opened his mouth, "You mean the contractors?"

"Damn it Falk!"

"Be careful, I'll sue you for discrimination."

"Yes, the whole street was blocked, and Zhiyuan even deployed regular security."

As soon as they walked out of the airport, they saw a black Chevrolet Cross Country next to them.

The agent nodded.

Bob understood the seriousness of the matter. "It's not ordinary, is it?"

"It seems we have a lot of work to deal with." Bob sighed. It was a routine for Li Zishu to cause trouble and the FBI to wipe his ass.

The FBI agent who picked him up rolled his eyes. You really are here to travel.

"Levin, can't you just say a few words?"

"Yes, there was a lot of movement. At that time, everyone thought that the Third World War had broken out and that the Little Book had launched a second sneak attack on Pearl Harbor."

Bob could imagine an unmanned battlefield in the city, where all the cannons would be used.

"That's fucking Fak."

"I was wrong! Ancestor!" Bob surrendered. For Levin, he was speechless, angry, and helpless.

"I'm sorry, there are a lot of things you need to deal with in the current situation!"

"More than four hundred people died on the first day of the new year."

The agent nodded.

"Haha! You are indeed a madman Li Zishu." The fat black man clapped his hands, "Then go to the hotel first and deal with it later."

The detective was ready to die.

"That was really easy. To deal with the gangsters, Li Zishu dispatched special forces."

“My ancestors bled for this country.”

Those who wiped and wiped became skilled workers.

"I am Cao! What happens next?"

“Are you trying to take away my right to have a free voice?”

"Then the Pentagon blocked the streets, and Li Zishu did whatever he wanted."

The fat black man raised his eyebrows and became excited instantly.

The partner next to him smiled. The two walked towards the vehicle.

"Okay, what do you want to do? Shouldn't we arrange a hotel for us now?" The fat black man said dissatisfied, "This time we are paying for it at public expense."

The agent smiled bitterly, "Yes. It feels a bit bullying. And two rough-saw M5 heavy tanks were used. Except for rockets and missiles, everything else was used."

sorrow.

"Isn't that great? With the Pentagon coming forward, we can save a lot of worry."

The fat black man stared at his partner angrily, "How could you do this? This is our job."

"You're afraid that you'll have nothing to do and won't be able to travel."

"You are slandering!"

Seeing the two people quarreling, the detective on the side immediately comforted them.

"Today there was a fierce gun battle in the hotel where Li Zishu was staying. The number of casualties is currently unknown."

"That's great!" The fat man shouted happily.

Bob covered his head again, worried to death. Now that you have something to do, you can travel at public expense.

Are you speaking human language?
It was a gunfight.

The detective on the side was also speechless and looked at Bob sympathetically. It's not easy for you.

"What do we do now?"

The fat man put the suitcase behind the car, opened the door, and got in the car.

"What are you still doing? Of course we should go to the hotel first."

"hotel?"

"I mean the hotel where Li Zishu is staying. I understand the situation and I am a very professional agent."

Regardless of whether other people believe this or not, as a partner, I don’t believe it. Bob cried and laughed and then got in the car.

Car starts quickly

Soon we passed through a large urban area and arrived at a beachfront hotel.

It's strange here at the moment.

Gunshots could be heard coming from the hotel near the parking lot, and the gunshots were very clear.

But here's the weird thing.

It's like nothing happened around you.

There wasn't even a police car in sight.

Four agents got out of the car.

The fat black man covered the sun with his right hand and looked into the distance.

"It seems that there is indeed a situation. Well, this is my strength. I am a professional agent. No one can wipe my butt better than me."

"I believe this!" Bob couldn't laugh or cry. "So professional agent, what are your plans now?"

"Of course. Bob, please notify the major branches first, saying that there is an emergency at the Beach Hotel, and the FBI has taken over. If the other party wants to ask, say it is highly confidential. According to the confidentiality regulations, they can directly ask Director Stephen.

You, and you, notify the Honolulu branch, dispatch field services, and seal off the surrounding area. Even restricted areas. Control Internet Dynamics I don't want to see a photo or post about the hotel. "

"Understood. But what excuse are you looking for?"

"I'm a professional. I'm going to make a report and say that Honolulu will hold anti-terrorism training on rescuing hostages in the hotel." The fat man said proudly.

The other three agents nodded at the same time, "You are indeed professional."

The fat black man smiled proudly.

"Tch, I'm the professional."

A disdainful voice suddenly appeared from the side.

The four of them looked back at their surroundings.

A Curly was spotted walking out from behind a row of vehicles.

Wearing a white shirt, beach shorts, flip flops, and sunglasses.

This outfit is similar to that of a fat black man, as if he is traveling.

The sun shines on the parking lot, casting a dark shadow on the side of Curly Hair's body.

"Who are you?" The agent next to him took out his pistol.

The fat black man raised his hand to stop them.

"Is your M16 sick? This is a beautiful country."

M16? Which unit is this not zero zero seven?

The agent next to him still had his hands on his lower back. Although he was not an enemy, his purpose was unknown.

"What about where?"

"What are you here for?"

Curly Hair and Fatty stared at each other with big eyes.

Then they said in unison, "I am a professional agent, of course I have something to do!"

We are tired of hearing this!

The surrounding FBI looked at the two guys depressedly.

"Are you still professional? Blast the door open, knock down the window, and knock yourself out." The fat black man didn't know how to open the door.

Curly's inner wound was torn open, "You hit the door with a hammer. The first time the hammer went in, the door didn't open. The second time, the door didn't open for a long time."

Bob's hammer is always painful.

asshole! The fat black man is also anxious. You are just rubbing salt into my wound. "The hammer cannot be reimbursed. I bought it at my own expense."

Ugh!
Everyone else around me wanted to cry.

"Levin, please, please, stop talking, we are here to do business."

The fat black man's face turned red, "I'm here to wipe Li Zishu's butt. Anyone who doesn't care should get out of here."

Curly eyebrows raised. "Sorry, I wiped this butt, I don't need you!"

Did you wipe it?
Then how can I travel?

The fat black man was a little excited and took off his sunglasses.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear what you're saying. This is a beautiful country, and it's my job to wipe your butt. We are the FBI, MI6, please stay away."

Everyone knows this, can you please stop saying it Levine!
Bob felt miserable.

The other two colleagues were very embarrassed.

Curly doesn't care. "What did you say? Let's get out of here? Sorry, we've already wiped half of this ass. It's nothing to do with you."

Already wiped?

The fat black man is dissatisfied. "no."

"Why not?" Curly Hair retorted.

"We must investigate it with the FBI."

That’s what I said! The Pentagon did it before.

The other companions became more and more uncomfortable the more they listened. I co-authored the story. Is the FBI here to wipe Li Zishu’s butt?
"I'm so sorry, we've already started." Curly Hair was unambiguous, you wiped it? That's my job. If you do it, do I still have value?

Li Zishu is not short of money, not short of people, not to mention force and connections.

As Catalina's number one confidant, what else can I do?

All that's left is wiping your butt.

Curly Hair will not give the only opportunity to show value to others. "That's illegal. You don't have any rights in the beautiful country." This is true, but when Levin said this, wasn't he trying to wipe his ass?

Bob wants to die, but Li Zishu’s butt smells so good? Are everyone crazy?

"Then I really want to say I'm sorry. We are now working with the CIA to conduct a joint anti-terrorism exercise. Anyone who has nothing to do with it is asked to leave."

I'll go.

"This is my idea." The fat man gritted his teeth.

Curly's eyes turned red, "What do you mean it's your idea? That's my idea."

"I'm a professional!" The two said in unison again.

Well, you are all professionals. The idea is the same.

People around me say nothing, so what should I do now?
Bob knew very well that Stephen's order was dead and he had to wipe his ass.

"The FBI is now in charge here. Anyone who has no interest in this area is asked to leave."

"Nice job Bob." Fatty Hei and others also took out their pistols.

M16 has no law enforcement power, and the CIA, sorry, has no control over the country.

Bang bang bang!
A group of black armed men rushed out of the parking lot nearby.

"SAS?"

Bob recognized it, well, the M16 spent a lot of money, and the Royal Air Service was dispatched.

Are you wiping your butt to wipe blood?
"What are you going to do?" The fat black man is not afraid, and what about the air service regiment? This is Honolulu, the largest Pacific base of the US military.

"We cordoned off the area and no one is allowed to come near."

Curly hair is unambiguous.

What should we do now?
The two teams faced off against each other.

The scene was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Then a large row of black Chevrolets appeared.

A large number of field officers wearing blue vests appeared around, wearing bulletproof vests and holding weapons. There were three letters on the chest behind them, FBI!

Our people have arrived!

The fat black man immediately felt confident.

"Today, I have to wipe this butt." This is my job.

"That's what I wanted to say too."

Both sides raised their weapons.

The unusual behavior immediately attracted the attention of the Sicam Base.

There were actually a large number of armed personnel, and they were from the intelligence system.

Something big is happening.

Look at the location again, drink, Li Zishu’s hotel.

The brigadier general of the base said, "Will something happen again?"

"Report, the current situation is unknown."

"Immediately send out a quick reaction battalion to seal off the surrounding areas so that nothing can happen."

Li Zishu was resting in the hotel. The floor was so big that he couldn't walk around.

The three intelligence agencies in the parking lot outside started arguing with each other. Around the question of who will wipe the butt.

In less than a moment.

A large group of armored troops appeared.

A traffic blockade began and the entire area around the hotel was tightly controlled.

Two light tanks raised their barrels and pointed them at the parking lot.

Three Black Hawks circled above, and a group of soldiers began rappelling.

After landing, quickly alert the surroundings.

what's the situation?
Both the SAS and the FBI were completely stunned.

A captain stepped forward with a group of soldiers on a walkie-talkie.

"What are you doing here?"

"Exercise!" Curly Hair and Levin said in unison.

exercise?

Well, we did it yesterday too. The captain pointed to the hotel, "Where are you practicing over there?"

Isn't that where Li Zishu lives?

They both nodded at the same time.

That's not okay.

He wanted to ensure Li Zishu's safety.

The captain's expression changed, "I'm sorry, this is a military restricted area now. Please leave immediately."

We've all said this.

"I'm sorry, Captain, our joint exercise with the CIA has already started. We have reported it and Director Carter has approved it. You have no reason to drive us away."

"I do! Now this is a military restricted area, highly confidential, no one is allowed to approach." There are actually those CIA dogs?
The captain's expression was ugly. They didn't know the relationship between Carter and Li Zishu. The CIA and the CIA were not good people. If something happened, how would they explain it?

"I very much agree with what the captain said. Anyone who is irrelevant should leave immediately." The fat black man began to use his strength to fight.

"Who are you? Including you." The captain did not give face.

The fat black man took out his ID and said, "I am FBI senior agent Levine, and I have been ordered to conduct anti-terrorism exercises here."

Do you also practice?
The captain was unhappy.

"I'm sorry, we have to practice now, you all should go."

What?
The two people next to him were depressed at the same time.

"What are your troops going to do?"

"You have no right to know." The captain waved his hand.

The armored vehicles and tanks on the side quickly drove over.

Oh shit!

Whether it is the FBI or M16 and the CIA, they are a bit cowardly.

"Captain, I'm just here to wipe your ass. Look, there's a gunfight going on in the hotel, and many citizens around here should have heard it." Levin simply explained his purpose.

"Captain, so are we."

Wipe your ass?
The corners of the Captain's mouth twitched.

How many of your units are rushing to come?
Bob was embarrassed.

The SAS players were also embarrassed.

The soldiers around were even more embarrassed. We just did this.

"Wait a minute!"

After speaking, the captain walked aside and said, "Report to the general, it's clear."

"What do those FBI people do?"

"The FBI, M16, and CIA are all here to wipe Li Zishu's butt. The hotel was in a mess."

Come again? Li Zishu is carefree.

The brigadier general felt very melancholy, took out his cigar and took a puff of it depressedly.

"Then what are they doing to confront each other?"

The captain looked to the side, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Say it. I can accept any bad situation." The brigadier general thought something had happened.

The captain turned around secretly, lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"General, they are scrambling to wipe their butts."

Is this job so exciting?

The brigadier was stunned. Then he moved his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Just because of this confrontation? Did you almost take action?"

The captain was a little embarrassed. "They all want to rub it."

Oh my god, oh my god, Fuck!
The brigadier felt bad. "You're already here?"

"Yes, we have cordoned off the surrounding area. Please give further orders!"

The Brigadier put down his cigar and walked up and down the office.

"Drive them away."

Walter's Farke?
The captain was confused. "Drive away?"

"Yes, Li Zishu is the darling of our Pentagon. We can't let anything happen to him. Whether it's the CIA or the FBI, I don't care what tricks they have. In short, this is my territory. I have the final say. I want to guarantee him 100%. safety.”

I still want to make progress, if something happens.

The brigadier general didn't even dare to think that the chiefs of staff above could scold him to death.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's wipe this ass!"

That's damn Fak!
The corners of the Captain's mouth were cracked.

Shall we wipe it? We also have to compete with their wild dogs for food?
"Yes!"

The captain received the order and his face became serious.

Lead the soldiers to the front of both sides.

Uh-huh!

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile.

"I'm sorry, please leave."

What?
Both sides were covered.

"Didn't you report it? Why do you want us to leave?"

"Now there is going to be an urban street fighting exercise here, right in that hotel, you know!"

Urban street fighting exercises?

As for the drill, we are very familiar with each other. Isn’t this the same as us?
The fat black man was unhappy, "What do you mean? You're here to practice too, and you're competing for space with us?"

"Sorry Agent, this is what I said above. If you have any objections, you can complain to me to the North American Combined Command."

Hey!
How can I complain?
The fat black man was dissatisfied.

Curly Hair didn't speak, and there was nothing he could do.

"You want to take my job." The fat man understood clearly.

As soon as these words came out, the scene became weird.

The other FBI looked at the Marines in embarrassment.

It turns out that we are all traveling together.

"This is my job Captain, please stay out of my way."

"Sorry Agent, this job is mine now."

Well, the army also joined in force.

Curly Hair was a little panicked.

"I'm sorry, can I say something? This job is mine, and I've already done half of it."