Chapter 81: Teacher Mo, the Educator
Outside the FBI New York branch building, across a road, a man with a receding hairline emerged from a coffee shop, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, looking like a successful elite, approximately forty years old.
Holding his coffee, he got into a red convertible classic car. He took off his sunglasses and said in a calm, low voice, "Sir, it has been confirmed that the target was indeed taken into the FBI."
If someone were to get closer, they would clearly see an earpiece on the man's ear, indicating he was on a call with someone from an unknown location.
"What about that cat?"
"Still at her house."
Though not obvious, the man with the receding hairline could sense that the person on the other end seemed to become much more serious when the cat was mentioned.
He was actually quite curious sometimes: was that cat really as formidable as Officer said?
"What did she do?"
"Uh... it seems to be because of street racing?"
"Street racing..." The other party was clearly silent for a moment: "Is the FBI so idle that they even have to deal with this kind of thing?"
"I'm not clear on the specifics, but the FBI's main target seems to be her boyfriend."
"She was implicated?"
"You could say that." The man took a sip of the steaming coffee.
"Was evidence found?"
"No." The coffee was clearly a bit hot. The man took a sip, his tongue almost scalded, and he placed the coffee on the driver's seat of the car: "If evidence had been found, I'm afraid they would have already come to arrest him. Now, I estimate that the people above are pressing them, so they want to try some small tricks."
"Then tell the FBI to release her as soon as possible." The person on the other end said it so matter-of-factly, as if the FBI were his grandson.
"OK!" The man with the receding hairline agreed with equal confidence, not caring at all about the FBI's possible reaction.
"Also, look into her boyfriend's background."
Ending the call, the man with the receding hairline sighed. Compared to the previous host, this host was much more troublesome.
Her boyfriend didn't look like an honest person!
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Supervisor Rhode was once again chewed out by the Deputy Director over the phone. Facing the dual pressure from NBC reporters and S.H.I.E.L.D., even he couldn't bear it!
So, Supervisor Rhode had no choice but to let Mia into the FBI with a dark expression.
But he also gave a meaningful look to his trusted subordinate, who understood and, hiding in the crowd, quietly disappeared.
After completing the bail procedures, Mia first brought out Mikayla, and then Mo Fei.
Pushing open the door, the scene inside startled everyone.
"First rule."
"Take pride in loving your country, and be ashamed of harming your country."
"Second rule."
"Take pride in serving the people, and be ashamed of betraying the people."
"..."
Inside the interrogation room, Mo Fei was wearing black-rimmed glasses he'd gotten from who-knows-where, holding something that looked like a ruler, and sternly looking at the trainees kneeling in a row before him.
It's worth mentioning that the faces of the trainees kneeling before Mo Fei were all swollen like pig heads, purplish-blue, with clear slap marks.
"Shit! What are you doing? Quickly release Agent Kevin and Agent Horn!" After the initial shock, Supervisor Rhode reacted quickly, drew his gun, and yelled, pointing it at Mo Fei.
Seeing Supervisor Rhode enter, Agent Kevin and Agent Horn looked as if they had seen God, and immediately wanted to run to Supervisor Rhode's side. This man was a devil!
"Hmmph." Mo Fei pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and let out a soft snort from his nose.
The three people who wanted to run immediately froze, not daring to move.
Their faces trembled uncontrollably like sieves, and cold sweat dripped down.
Mo Fei sighed, took off his black-rimmed glasses, and put them in his pocket: "How did I, your teacher, teach you? Stand properly, sit properly, behave courteously. How many of these have you done? Never mind. Today is your great day of graduation after all, so I'll forgive you this once!"
"Alas, I didn't expect our master-disciple bond to be so short-lived, that you would graduate so quickly... From now on, your teacher can't be by your side." Mo Fei's face showed a look of vicissitude: "But you must remember your teacher's teachings, be kind, and be a good person!" As he spoke, Mo Fei's expression changed: "If I hear any news of you doing evil outside, then don't blame your teacher for cleaning house!"
"Go." Mo Fei waved his hand.
Agent Kevin and the other two then quickly ran and hid behind Supervisor Rhode, looking at Mo Fei as if he were a devil, and then cried bitterly.
They had never failed when interrogating criminals; even if they couldn't make them submit, they could at least make them suffer greatly.
But it was nothing like this one. When they turned off the camera, took out kraft paper and a basin of Water, ready to work, to their disbelief, Mo Fei shook his hands and the silver handcuffs fell to the ground.
What followed was a tear-jerking yet concise story. In short, two words summed it up—"class time."
"You dare to assault a Police Officer?" Supervisor Rhode was furious, directly pointing his gun at Mo Fei's head, as if he might fire at any moment if things went wrong.
In the U.S., the FBI belongs to the federal Police, and is also a type of Police.
Mo Fei sighed softly: "I hate it when people point guns at my head the most."
Suddenly, a chilling glint flashed in Mo Fei's eyes.
"Don't point a gun at my head, or the next second, I'll make you see your own brains!" Yan Shuangying jpg.
"Threatening me?" Supervisor Rhode sneered and directly disengaged the safety: "Kneel!"
"Kneel my ass!" Mo Fei sneered arrogantly, but didn't move: "If you have the guts, just shoot! I bet you wouldn't dare to shoot!"
To be honest, Mo Fei's tolerance for the FBI was reaching its limit. He went street racing, and was inexplicably dragged back to their headquarters, fine.
But they even wanted to extort a confession and use Waterboarding on him?
If Mo Fei didn't have some skills, he might have really been tormented to death by them.
Now it was even better, pointing a gun at his head and telling him to kneel... Did they really think he was their father, and he would forgive whatever they did?
"Supervisor Rhode, what do you want to do?" Mia, who had followed them in, pushed aside the towering, sneering Mo Fei and stood between the two, looking coldly at Supervisor Rhode: "Are you trying to shoot my unarmed client in front of me? There are reporters outside; why don't we let them in to see Supervisor Rhode's prestige?"
"Didn't you see? He openly assaulted a Police Officer!" Supervisor Rhode pointed at Agent Kevin and the other two, whose faces were beaten to a pulp.
"I don't know if he assaulted a Police Officer." Mia pointed at the kraft paper and the basin of Water placed on the other side and sneered: "But I know that FBI agents seem to really like playing with Water!"