Chapter 143

"Didi!" The small battery car flexibly drove into a green golf course. Fisher, wearing a sun hat and a white shirt, jumped out of the car arrogantly carrying a club.

"I haven't seen you for months. Why are your hair getting less and less?"

"After all, not everyone has enough to eat and drink like you!" Lynch also jumped out of another battery car in sportswear.

"What a joke! The CIA said he had no money! So that's why your clubs are gold-plated? "

"That's why the CIA has no money!" Lynch took off his gloves, followed by the beautiful caddie swinging his short skirt that was about to show his ass, hurried to take it, and then stood in the back to fan the wind for him.

After they played for a while, they dropped their clubs and walked around the ups and downs of the green. A row of bodyguards in black were more than ten meters behind them.

"About next month, I will be transferred from the position of the Central American operations office to the position of managing all overseas operations!"

"Congratulations on your promotion!"

"No, no, no, it's still the credit you gave before, otherwise I have to compete with those drug trafficking bosses in Colombia and Mexico!"

"Isn't that DEA's business? Don't you all turn a blind eye when you charge some protection fees? "

"Don't talk nonsense. It's different from Afghanistan. DEA has lost one after another. You know, dozens of exoskeleton armor you sold to the Mexican Marine Corps have been seized by drug dealers!"

"I'm not surprised!" Fisher raised his eyebrows. Mexico? Now the only one with a little combat effectiveness is the Marine Corps, so it's not surprising that drug dealers stare at them. As for taking exoskeletons, Fisher said, you really know the goods!

"There are some guys in the bureau who are a little close to Europeans. They think they are threatened by the expansion of the giant god in Europe. They want to do something to you!"

"Don't tell me it's McCullen?"

"Almost, and there should be McCullen lobbyists at the NATO command. Anyway, McCullen group is the first to respond to NATO's bidding for new joint pilot fighters this year!"

"Just a clown!" Fisher stopped suddenly, then squatted and leaned forward slightly.

"Shh!"

"What's the matter?" Lynch found that a groundhog came into the stadium at some time.

The groundhog may have come to look for food. When he saw Fisher, he not only didn't run, but ran forward for two steps. He stood upright and tilted his head to look at them.

"John, give me a piece of your beef pizza!"

"This is the last piece!" The tall driver took out the pizza box from the incubator and handed it to Fisher.

"You can order 20 more back!" Fisher took out the steaming pizza and shook it in the air. The smell floated along the wind. The groundhog smelled it and leaned forward again.

"Yes, that's it. Come here, little guy!" Fisher kept seducing the groundhog with pizza in his left hand. The latter finally couldn't help leaning over. First, he took a careful bite. When he thought it tasted good, he directly put his paw on it and chewed it with relish. Then, Fisher explored his right hand, grabbed the groundhog's stamina and picked up the guy weighing more than ten kilograms.

"Look, without fortification, I left my vigilance for some food. Now I'm just being slaughtered!" Fisher pointed to the groundhog that was still gnawing. Then he put it on the ground.

"The McCullen group has never been a problem, but I heard that the coalition is going to set up a new special force?"

"Yes, after 10 years, the world has become magical. There are many messy people and things not only in the United States, but also in Europe. The police are tired or can't hold it down at all, so NATO plans to set up a joint special force!"

"Well, that sounds good. What's your name?"

"The president is going to name it GIJOE!"

"Good name. Where's the commander?"

"Lieutenant General hawk! Your old acquaintance! "

"The old man? Well, because of the fight, he planned to kick me and two other people to an outpost camp with only 12 people. As a result, the camp was carried by tribal forces the next day! With his temper, this army must be hard to endure! "

"Speaking of it, Fisher, the giant god is also very powerful in Africa. How much do you know about wakanda?" Lynch asked suddenly.

"Vacanda? Africa is the most closed small country. Why, there is oil there? " Fisher was surprised. Generally speaking, the only interest of the United States in Africa is local resources. Lynch asked, does the CIA know there is Zhenjin there?

"Not long ago, the United Nations launched an aid project for backward countries and regions to provide food, medical care and education assistance to underdeveloped countries and regions. Wakanda is one of them! But their king refused at the United Nations General Assembly! " Lynch beat his calf with a club. "There's a problem here. A complete agricultural country would rather eat cassava every day than accept our meat and clothes!"

"There must be a problem!" Fisher followed the analysis seriously.

"Yes, the CIA has planned to formally communicate with wakanda in the name of the delegation of the Ministry of agriculture!"

"Then you can go from Mali or Congo. The giant God has an airport there!" Fisher's eyes lit up. It was just the so-called "being famous". If the giant God did something in Africa, it would be an unscrupulous capitalist. But with the skin of the United States, it would be to send the chicken essence of freedom and democracy to the door. Although vacanda has always looked down on all countries in the world, they dare not really go to war with the five powers. This is a proper plot.

"So director Lynch is going out in person?"

"No, no, no, you've seen me in front of that charge? The CIA has no shortage of agents bent on climbing! " Lynch, with an obscene smile on his face, was like a fox who stole an old hen.

"When you have good news, you must remember to tell me that it is incumbent on the giant god to maintain world peace!"

After the two masters who have never seen rabbits or scattered Eagles reached py, they suddenly felt sorry for the atmosphere if they didn't celebrate at this time.

"Paul, go drive! Let's go to Broadway! " As a senior CIA official, it's normal for Lynch to know several female stars and supermodels, and Fisher, as his friend, to visit these little sisters and talk about life ideals. Of course, the cost must be taxed for IRS!