My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

As a very ‘motivated’ agent, Shirley is well aware of the darkness of officialdom politics.

Regardless of the FBI's seemingly powerful, but in front of the real money owners, it is not a fart.

You have annoyed the people of these families. They have a million ways to make you better off than death.

The FBI is certainly not afraid of some wealthy people with no background.

Because as long as you grab a handle on these people, you can knock them down.

And these rich and wealthy families, that can be difficult to deal with.

Members of their family may be in business or politics, or they may be with you.

If you hurt one of them, you will offend the whole family.

Maybe they can't help you for a while.

But they will be like poisonous snakes, waiting for you to make mistakes.

Who can guarantee that you won't make mistakes for the rest of your life, and once you make a mistake, that's when you will never recover.

They will catch your mistakes and kill you directly.

Such examples are not uncommon in the bureau.

This is why, except for Hoover in his early years, he can cover the sky with one hand.

In the game, there is no longer a main reason for that kind of character.

The important leaders in every important position in the bureau are behind these big benefactors...

Shirley felt a little awkward when she thought of this.

There was also a gold master behind her, and it was precisely because of the request of the gold master behind her that this action was made.

So what should I do now?

Was it because he was afraid of Hamilton's revenge, so he didn't do it?

The gold master behind her can change her in minutes.

Shirley felt for the first time how it feels to be in the rivers and lakes.

Now that I have done it, I can only bite the bullet and go all the way.

She leaned back on the sofa with a cold face, closed her eyes, and said nothing.

"Shirley, what on earth should we do? Are we going back to the game?"

The assistant in the driving seat asked Shirley.

Shirley shook her head.

"No, not back to Union Square. Let's go to Oakland and the safe house in Kensington."

The deputy in the driving seat shook his head helplessly.

It seems that Shirley wants a way to get to the dark.

Xiao Feng heard the conversation between Shirley and her deputy.

At this time, he already had a judgment. It seemed that it was Shirley's idea to arrest himself.

Helen’s intimidation before seems to have worked...

The car passed the bridge and entered downtown Oakland from San Francisco.

But instead of staying in Auckland too much, he went straight north.

Head straight to the city of Kensington in the northeastern suburbs of Auckland.

This so-called city is actually equivalent to a district in a large domestic city.

The car entered the Kensington area, and then quickly turned into an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

It seems that this place should be the safe house often seen on TV.

These safe houses are all pre-plans made by the Americans.

For example, once the headquarters is attacked, FBI agents here can quickly gather and work here.

The car drove directly into the warehouse, and then Xiao Feng was taken out of the car and thrown into an iron cage leaning against the corner of the wall.

This iron cage is very similar to the kind of prison cage that often appears in American TV dramas.

The other party did not interrogate him as soon as he came up, and it seemed that he was planning to play a psychological war with him again.

Shirley went out with some of his men.

About an hour later, they came back.

But this time, they also brought five or six tall, vicious-looking black men.

Even far away, Xiao Feng could smell the body odor of these guys.

Looking at those joking, shaking heads and wicked guys.

Xiao Feng understood that these people were the killer wands they prepared for him.

They can't beat themselves, but they can let these people fight.

Wait for these people to give themselves a ruthless meal before they will interrogate themselves.

This group of Americans is really bad enough.

But are these old blacks?

Ha ha ha, Xiao Feng squeezed his fists, and his bones made a quack.

It seems that I haven't moved my fist for a long time...

**********

At the same time, Helen was taking their Queen Hausman, swaggering into the FBI's headquarters in San Francisco.

The headquarters is located on the 38th floor of the Hamilton Building on the most prosperous Union Square in San Francisco.

Helen led people directly into the office area, and then went straight to the director's office.

Along the way, no one dared to stop.

Because this building belongs to their home!

Hamilton's family is in the United States, although it is incomparable with a handed down family like Rockefeller.

But in California on the west coast, that's also a local tycoon.

Although Helen's father is a brewer, her uncles and uncles are not easy.

Their family is one of the major shareholders of the California consortium.

I have been involved in many profitable industries in California.

So on the ground in California, many people know her, the eldest lady of the Hamilton family.

Even in this office, many people are supported by their family.

Including the current director Edgar!

Edgar when Helen broke into the office. Hollystone is on the phone.

Seeing Helen coming in, he was surprised, simply said a few words to the other party, and then hung up the phone.

"What brings you here?"

Edgar is a well-informed person, knowing that the Helen family is now a dark horse in the Hamilton family.

Recently, their family's business has grown bigger and bigger, and they have made many dignitaries in Washington and the east and west coasts.

So he naturally didn't dare to offend Helen easily, even if Helen broke into his office unreasonably.

"Edgar, I want to ask you, who on earth made you arrest someone?"

"Who? Who do you catch?"

Edgar was confused. He kind of understood why Helen was so rude.

There must be a blind **** in the game who provokes this aunt.

"That Shirley. Isn't Cook yours?"

Helen looked at Edgar's expression, and felt that there should be something strange in it.

"Shirley. Did Cook provoke you?"

As soon as he heard the name, Edgar felt the blood vessels next to his temples jump suddenly.

This woman was a senior agent transferred from the East Coast half a year ago, and was obviously a guy sent from above to take over her position.

But after spending some time with her, Edgar found it difficult to get along with this woman.

Secluded, arrogant, arrogant, always think that he is right, always think that he is superior.

So he didn't like this woman very much, and even some other middle-level players in the bureau didn't like her very much.

Especially Jason, you must know that he recommended Jason to take his place.

But how can I think that a Helen was dropped from above, which not only disappointed myself, but also disappointed Jason.

But he, an old man about to retire, naturally didn't want to do it for Jason, but offended the chief in Washington.

So everyone had to endure this Shirley.

But now it seems that this woman is not only annoying, but also a troublemaker.

She actually stabbed the hornet's nest of Hamilton's house.

"Come on, Helen, don't worry, you can tell me the situation."

But soon Edgar adjusted his mood, he seemed to see an opportunity in this matter.

"She took an important guest of mine?"

"Did she say why?"

"No!"

"When did this happen!"

"About an hour ago, why? Hasn't she returned yet?"

Helen gave Edgar a suspicious look.

It seemed that the old man didn't know that Shirley was handling the case.

Thinking of this, Helen also understood a little bit. In the morning, Xiao Feng had just driven away a fellow with flagship capital at home in the morning.

He was taken away by the FBI at noon. If there is nothing to do with it, she would not believe it.

"Damn it, I knew she would get into trouble sooner or later."

Edgar was also a little angry when he heard this.

If you take any action, conceal yourself and arrest people in the street.

It's been more than an hour, but the man hasn't brought it back yet, so it's obvious that Shirley is a little bit off the mark.

He took out the phone and called Shirley, but he didn't expect that the sound from the phone turned out to be the sound of Shirley's phone shutdown.

"This form... Jason come here..."

Even if Edgar was stupid, he could see that Shirley was obviously using a public tool for private use this time.

She was obviously avoiding herself, but she didn't want to interfere with her process of handling the case.

It seemed that she wanted to make the case an iron case procedurally, but the more she did this, the more excited Edgar became.

Because it means that the more wrong she is, this is Jason's opportunity.

The rest depends on whether Jason can seize this opportunity.

He called Jason in and whispered, and soon a look of excitement appeared on Jason's face.

After a while, he led out.

Edgar turned to look at Helen and said.

"Miss Hamilton, there should be some misunderstanding in this. But don't worry, I have sent Jason to find it."

"It won't be long before you can definitely find your friend..."

But how could Helen wait so much.

No matter how stupid she was, she knew that Shirley was for private use.

Once she crosses the boundary, she can do everything.

What she had to do now was to retrieve Xiao Feng as quickly as possible.

She took out the phone, found a number and dialed out...

*******

And Shirley at this time, UU reading www. uukanshu.com just took Kyle and walked in from outside the warehouse.

Those black villains have been locked in a cage for more than an hour.

These guys know the unspoken rules very well, and they naturally know what to do.

For more than an hour, they should have cleaned up that guy several times.

She wanted to see if Xiao Feng at this time had the arrogance he had when he was arrested.

But when she brought Kyle to the front of the cage, the scene inside the cage surprised her.

The **** men were all facing the wall on the right hand side at this time, bending their heads against the wall in front.

The upper limbs and thighs are bowed at 90 degrees, with their hands behind their backs, neatly arranged in a row, as if waiting for someone to pass by at any time.

She trembled in her heart, it seemed that the killing rod didn't work?