Chapter 1222 Alexander Denning

Chapter 1222

"Really?" The old lady of Victoria was suspiciously looked at Jack.

"Real, I am not his student. My name is Jack, and I am a FBI." Jack showed his police badge and empty gun to show sincerity.

Victoria was a little surprised, "Hmm? FBI? Are you also chased by CIA?"

Jack sighed, "To be honest, lady, this matter may be a bit complicated. There are two friends outside. Since the misunderstanding has been lifted, can we sit down and talk slowly."

"Of course, it is just afternoon tea time." Victoria's right hand slowly pulled out a MP5 assault rifle from under the flowers, smiling playfully at the two.

This expression that belonged to the girl appeared on the old lady's face at this time, but she couldn't make people feel bad at all.

She turned and pointed at the window sill behind her, "Let Ma Wen come in, if he doesn't want to be injured."

The bushes outside the window shaking for a while, revealing Ma Wen's old face and the muzzle pointed to the house.

"So, how did you get friends?" Jack, who was behind the restaurant behind the two, asked curiously.

"It's friends who are not sure." Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, half a joke and half a bitter smile.

After passing through the corridor, the door was just opened again. Anna, who saw her legs, stepped on the cat step and entered the door with Marvin.

"This girl is." The original laugh at Yingying looked back at the Victoria at the door and narrowed his eyes slightly, "FSB?"

Anna's footsteps were slightly paused, and there was no extra movement, but Jack could feel that the muscles of her whole body tightened at this moment, as if a cat with a fur.

"Oh, she was with me." Jack said that he put his hand on Anna's shoulder, and the girl gradually relaxed.

Frank's eyelids flipped, and they also reached out and held the old lady's shoulder. "This is also a complicated story. Victoria can we get some small snacks? Everyone is hungry."

Ma Wen counseled at the back, "Is there an almond muffin?"

Intersection

The steaming black tea, a lot of small snacks, including the almond muffin that Marvin asked, was filled with the entire dining table.

Jack declined the milk in Victoria's hands and did not touch the sugar and honey on the table. Instead, he picked a small piece of lemon and put it into the cup.

British people drink black tea, including and are not limited to milk, sugar, fruit jam, even ginger slices, apple diced, cinnamon powder, sweet lilac and other strange things.

Of course, Jack is not a master of tea, but lemon in the villagers is already his limit. There are no red beans, pearls or coconut milk tea.

Frank cow chewed peony -like three or two sip and squeezed a fish sandwiched, and said with emotion, "It's hard to imagine, Victoria, how did you do it?"

"How can fresh salmon do it delicious, do you have to come again?" The old lady from the MI6 was around the apron, and she was paved with glasses on the bridge of her nose. It looked very kind.

"No, uh, give me another one, I mean, how did you adapt to retirement?"

Frank's eyes are full of envy, "You look so calm and comfortable. Enjoy this life very much."

"Because I like these." Victoria laughed while wiping sauce on Sandwin fish and bread slices. "I like quiet, baking and flower arrangement, and I like normal people's lives."

"Oh!" Some of the grabbing Anna coughed softly, and saw everyone looking at themselves, and quickly waved down and put down the tea cup.

"Okay." The expression of the sandwich to Frank, Victoria's expression was slightly twisted. "Occasionally I will be anxious, and I will be in private to live in private."

Speaking of her explanation, "You know, people like us are always idle, isn't it?"

Frank laughed and nodded, "Who said isn't it?"

"People must always adapt to a new life, and there is no way to change easily."

Listening to Victoria is the same as true, Jack laughed secretly, and he didn't know that he really thought that the elderly couldn't stop going out to work at home.

"Frank is not the same as us. He even found a little girlfriend for himself, nearly 20 years younger than him." Marvin snorted the almond pine, and did not forget to make a small report. Essence

Victoria was interested in a sudden, full of wrinkles, like a blooming flower, slowly expanded, "Wow, really? Tell me about what kind of person she is?"

"Ah, that." The long bald head always looked a little embarrassed for a while, staring at the FBI of a tactical drinking tea, and covering the smile of the corner of the mouth with the tea cup.

"Sarah is a woman who makes me think I can really embrace the new life, the real life." He also took a sip of the tea cup subconsciously, and his face filled with a happy smile that he had never noticed.

"Oh, Frank, you are really a romantic person." Victoria's arms were close to his chest, and he looked happy for him. "You have always been romantic and a big boy with strong appearance and sadness."

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Feeling that if the two of them continued to talk, he and Anna might be killed afterwards, Jack took out the Guatemala file they had stolen from Langley from his briefcase.

He started with the list left by the reporter from the New York Times, then talked about Frank being hunted down for no reason, and then mentioned his and his female boss's speculation about the real culprit behind the scenes, and finally talked about the death of Beckett's mother and a series of murders that followed.

"The speculation that the person behind the scenes may be the same person, that is, Senator Bracken, is still just a speculation.

Although we found the original files of the Guatemala operation, most of the second half of the report was blacked out. Obviously, there were people in the CIA who tried to cover up the truth at that time, but this does not match the time when Cynthia Wilkes joined the CIA. That was at least 20 years ago.

I compared the names on the list, including Frank and Marvin, almost all of them appeared in the report, and all of them died, except this person."

Jack tapped on the note, "Alexander Denning, his name did not appear in the report, or it may have appeared, but it was erased.

I checked this name through the FBI system, and the files showed that this person disappeared fifteen years ago."

"Alexander Denning?" Victoria put on her tortoise-shell glasses again and carefully examined the note for a moment, "I think I know him, he should be called Browning Orvis now, and he was also a CIA."

"The guy who later became a defense contractor?" Frank seemed to have some impression of this name.

"A money-hungry villain." Marvin, who was eating a small cake nearby, also interrupted.