"Forget it, whether there is a threat to the general public is just a sentence from your National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

"If it hadn't been for you to send special forces three times in a row and failed to arrest me, I guess you would have been locked in an unknown mysterious prison in the name of threatening the general public."

Rogge didn't save Coleson any face.

"Those are all necessary procedural issues, as you know, they are the kind of procedures that must be executed."

Being so bluntly refuted by Rogge, even if Coleson was an experienced agent, he couldn't help showing a trace of embarrassment.

"Strategic national defense attack and... **** it, can't your bureau change its name?"

Every time he read the name, Rogge seriously doubted whether the senior executives were all silly drinking vodka when they said the name.

"We are dealing with this issue, and I believe there will be a new name soon!"

Although he is one of them, Coleson himself has some opinions on this long, somewhat slurred name.

Every time you go out to perform a task, as long as you say the name of the game, other people will show an expression of what you are joking.

"I hope so! I'm going back. If you are interested, you can stay here and read outdated newspapers!"

After finishing speaking, Rogge directly used the Thunder God to leave the office and returned to his secret den.

In the past three years, Rogge has established a lot of enemies in New York due to the execution of commissions, and most of them are people and organizations who do not speak much about the law and only use violence to deal with problems.

For the sake of safety, to avoid getting a headshot with a sniper rifle in his sleep, or being bombarded by a rocket with a rocket, Roger used a very secret identity and spent eight-figure dollars to buy a small den. .

More than 500 square meters, large high-rise, overlooking the entire New York Central Park.

Even in downtown New York, it is still quiet and pleasant, and it is a fairly good den.

No one would have thought that a person who apparently was a private investigator would live in such a place, and Roger would not have to worry about his whereabouts being leaked.

Since moving here, no one has seen him go out.

Every time he goes out, he uses the Thunder God to directly transmit it to the office, saving time and effort, and getting there in one step without worrying about traffic jams on the road.

At noon the next day, Roger returned to the office through Flytheon, and then he saw Coleson still sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

This scene looks no different from yesterday. The only difference is that Coleson is no longer holding a newspaper that does not know how long it will expire, but the New York Times that was just released today.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. The headline on the front page of Rogge happened to be the commission he executed yesterday.

"Shocking killing!! Thrilling and terrifying massacre in New York, 115 gangsters died in the warehouse!"

"Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality!"

Although strictly speaking, ninjas and gangsters are two completely different professions, it is clear that the reporter responsible for writing this news is not aware of this.

However, Rogge really liked the subtitle that the reporter raised, which brought back some fond memories of him.

"It seems you care about Tony Stark!"

The coffee in front of Coulson has no warmth anymore. Obviously, he came to the office a long time ago.

"His father is one of the founders, and he himself is the government's most important weapons supplier, so we don't want him to have any accidents."

Coleson said seriously, but Rogge didn't believe much about his explanation.

If they really care about Tony Stark's safety, they will send someone to rescue Tony early in the morning.

The Ten Commandments hiding in the mountains of Afghanistan may be difficult for others to find, but for them, it is a little troublesome at best.

"Whatever you say!"

After speaking, Rogge took out a commissioned scroll from the desk drawer.

Just when he was about to open the scroll and let Coleson write the commission in black and white, something suddenly occurred to him.

Take out a legitimate mobile phone from the drawer and log in to your account.

When he saw the less than five-digit balance on the account, his face became a little hard to look.

I was actually lied!

After refreshing the page several times in a row, Rogge had to admit the fact that he was indeed denied.

Jin Bin, the underworld emperor of New York, actually went wrong!

Although this thing looks a bit funny, the three words incomplete are brightly displayed in the system commission column.

Article 2 of the commission rules, the commission will only be considered complete if the commission is paid.

"My last commission was checked by the client, so you need to wait another five minutes here, and I will be back in five minutes!"

As soon as the voice fell, Roger's figure disappeared in front of Coulson again.

I've been waiting for a morning, and it doesn't matter if I wait another five minutes. Coleson has no opinion on this.

Although Coleson doesn't know who Rogge's last entrusted client was, he is quite sure that that client is unwise.

Some people’s money can never be delinquent, and it is best not to even have the idea of ​​delinquency!

Through the **** of thunder, Roger teleported directly to the roof of the Fisk Mansion.

Fisk Building is where Jin Bin's headquarters is located, and before the teleportation, Roger deliberately used [Chakra Perception] to perceive Jin Bin's location.

Chakra's perception technique is one of his accumulations in the past three years. It was exchanged from the system. It originally belonged to the second generation of Hokage Thousands of Hands.

This technique does not require seals, and the insight is extremely accurate. Even if the target is thousands of miles away, it can accurately perceive the target's life intensity and Chakra intensity.

Except that there are more nincoins that need to be consumed when redeeming, this arithmetic can be regarded as without any shortcomings.

Because there is no one in this world who owns chakras except Rogge himself, this technique has been slightly adjusted by the system, and the ability to perceive the intensity of chakras has been replaced with perceiving energy intensity.

When entrusted, Rogge and Jinhe met once, so he knew the strength of Jinhe's life.

Before using Fei Lei Shen, he sensed the location of Jin Bin in advance and found that Jin Bin was just in the Fisk Mansion.

As for the Thunder God technique on the top of Fisk Mansion, he left it long ago.

Not only the Fisker Building, but also the roof of the Stark Building, there is also the Thunder God technique.

In the past three years, Rogge has left hundreds of large and small flying thunder **** arts in New York, so that he can use the thunder **** to teleport to various areas of New York at any time.

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