If shirking responsibility is a skill, Mike Gray is undoubtedly a master level, and he will be clean in a few words, only to be charged with oversight.

　　 Oversight can be big or small, but the key lies in power.

Luke is convinced that if he leaves like this today, Mike Gray will have nothing to do, and at most he will receive an internal warning, and then he will become a black mamba with venomous teeth, hiding in an unknown corner. As long as Luke reveals a flaw, he will pounce on without hesitation, his fangs tear his muscles, and taste the most delicious blood.

　　 Don't doubt, he will definitely do it, because this is how power comes.

　　 Therefore, for high-ranking people, Luke is never soft. He can kill with one stick and never swing the second. On the contrary, he is an ordinary person. In many cases, he will open the net and leave them a way to survive.

　　 Mike Gray in front of him is undoubtedly the former.

　　 "Mr. Gray, the last time I ask you, Ilya Phil really has nothing to do with you?"

　　 "No, absolutely nothing."

　　 Mike Gray patted his chest and swore in the name of God, "What Ilya did has nothing to do with me. I never thought he would use lynching."

　　 "In this case, things will be easier."

　　 Luke clapped his hands and said loudly, "Linda, bring people in."

　　 There was a loud bang.

The rear wall exploded, and the dust was scattered. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl appeared in the office. She lifted her hand and threw the middle-aged man in her hand to the ground. Then he gave Luke an annoyed look. Fly back to the ground.

　　 Some operations scared the people in the office.

FBI stations are all made of high-strength concrete mixed with a variety of alloy materials. The strength is extremely high. It is a war-level military fortress. Not to mention ordinary thermal weapons. Even if the anti-tank gun is moved, it will not blow up. Inside, the heavy wall resembled a block of tofu, slamming, exploding a two-meter-wide circular hole.

　　 "Who is this girl?"

　　 Everyone asked themselves subconsciously, but couldn't find the answer. Some senior agents who knew the inside story came to think of it, maybe it was the alien girl who wreaked havoc around the world a month ago.

　　 Didn’t she disappear?

　　 Why are you back, or at this time, is it...

　　 What a few people thought of, their eyes looked at Luke with deep horror.

　　 Damn, he won't have a leg with an alien woman.

　　 Mike Gray realized this too, his eyes flickered, and even the idea of ​​running away came up.

He knows the horror of the alien girl better than anyone else, a body harder than steel alloy, near-infinite strength, near-infinite physical stamina, speed exceeding sound, and extremely powerful senses... If she gets angry, everyone present All will die, without exception.

　　 Linda's appearance casts a shadow on everyone, this shadow is what Luke wants. The so-called fake tiger prestige refers to the current situation.

"Don't panic, everyone, Linda is my friend. I definitely didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that she likes to walk straight and doesn't like turning, so she smashes the wall. If you are dissatisfied, you can tell me and I will tell you. "

　　 Everyone: "..."

　　 Luke smiled faintly and looked towards Charlie at the door.

　　 "Do you know who this person is on the ground?"

　　Charlie's brows moved slightly, and his expression gradually became ferocious. He walked up and pulled off his headgear. The familiar ugly face was exposed. It was Ilya Phil!

　　 "Dead fat pig, you have today too!"

　　Charlie was extremely angry, using his hands and feet together, venting his anger frantically, Osman hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him and left. This is the FBI office. Even if you want revenge, you can't be here.

　　 Luke looked around and smiled lightly, "Everyone here should know Ilya Phil, a senior FBI agent, your colleagues, I don’t need to introduce you."

　　 Everyone was silent, with a wonderful expression.

　　 Until then, they discovered that Luke's purpose was not to ask for an explanation, but to smash the entire FBI's local office in the metropolis.

　　 This guy is terrible. He obviously has so many evidences, but he can't bear it. He weaves a big web patiently like a spider, waits for the prey to sink in and cannot move before opening his fangs to expose his true colors.

　　It’s horrible to be an opponent with him.

　　 Luke walked to Ilya, took off the tape from his mouth, and patted **** that ugly face.

　　 "You have heard what you said just now. Director Gray said that it's okay for you. The abuse of lynching is your own decision and has nothing to do with him."

　　 "So, I want to ask, do you really have nothing to do with him?"

Ilya stared at Mike Gray with cannibalistic eyes. If his gaze could turn into a blade, he would surely cut him out. After joining the FBI these years, he dedicated his life to Mike Gray and did many evil things. How many Lei, even his wife ran away with him in order to help him get to the top.

　　 And this **** is going to kick him out as a scapegoat, **** it! Damn you all!

　　 Ilya was extremely angry, her cheeks turned crimson from congestion, her bloodshot eyes staring straight ahead, like an angry brown bear.

　　 Mike Gray couldn’t help taking a step back, wondering why he appeared here~lightnovelpub.net~ and quickly called in his hands,

　　 "Quickly, get him up. Ilya Phil is suspected of using lynching, a serious violation of the rules and regulations, which will have a very bad effect on the image of the FBI. Get him up and I will interrogate him personally."

　　 yelled, no one responded except the assistant beside him.

　　The agents present were extremely disappointed with Mike Gray, and they had the desire to kill him, how could they help.

　　 Luke curled his mouth, glanced at him coldly, and stepped back without a trace.

　　 As he left, with a bang, Ilya broke away from the handcuffs and got up from the ground, her majestic body rushing directly towards Mike Gray with terrifying pressure.

　　The assistant wanted to stop, but he punched the ground.

　　 Mike Gray ran to the desk and took a gun. Ilya was faster, blocking him in front of him, clasping his arm with his right hand, a standard Israeli fell over his shoulder, and volleyed him on the coffee table.

　　 Click!

　　The sound of the cracked bone was so clear that Mike Gray lost his defense ability just like a puppet. Ilya pinched his neck and slammed it to the ground.

　　 The back of his head touches the floor, and every time he makes a buzzing sound, Mike Gray will definitely die if he continues to do this.

　　 Several senior agents couldn't sit still, and rushed up quickly, trying to subdue Ilya. The latter did not give a chance at all. With fewer enemies and more enemies, with strong physical fitness and fighting skills, they actually gained the upper hand.

　　 "As expected of the special forces, there is a set."

　　 Luke shook his head and slipped to the door against the wall. Seeing that Charlie was still watching the play, he kicked over.

　　 "What are you still doing here, looking for death!"

　　 Charlie reluctantly retracted his gaze and left with Luke.