?The agent team where Ethan Hunter is located is actually just an unofficial organization under Cia, referred to as: IF, an unlucky organization that has not been officially recognized by the government and has to take the risk if the mission fails.

This was a kind of extravagant way to take off your pants and fart, but it was popular among intelligence organizations in European and American countries.

"Jim, I received the news that the other party's virus has entered the country and may have even been shipped to Miami." A female agent immediately reported to the white-haired guy after putting down the phone.

"Well! Where is the antidote?" Jim asked with a frown. It was obvious that the old white-haired guy was the heads of this group of people.

"There is no news for the time being, but according to common sense, it should be transported into the country with the virus." The female agent replied.

"Very good! Hannah, continue to follow up on this information. I want to know the specific location of the virus and the antidote." Jim ordered seriously.

The female agent Hannah said, "I understand!"

Ethan Hunter couldn't help but ask, "Jim, what kind of virus is this? You seem to be very nervous?"

"Recombinant anti-immune double-polypeptide liquid virus!" said another female agent Claire.

"What the hell?" Ethan Hunter had a toothache, and he couldn't understand a single word.

"Ethan, you just need to know that it is a virus that can spread rapidly through the respiratory tract after infecting the human body. In addition, it only takes four days from infection to death, and there is almost no solution." Jack, another male agent in the team, stood up and said.

Ethan Hunter's face turned pale.

"No! Why are we only photographing this group?" Ethan Hunter said worriedly.

Jim smiled confidently: "The other groups of cia are in Eastern Europe and the Middle East. Only our group has no tasks. Don't forget what the full name of our imf is."

"Impossible Mission Intelligence Agency!" All agents of Jim's team shouted proudly.

Frank's single yard suddenly welcomed an uninvited guest, a beautiful woman.

"Hi--!"

"Hi--!" Frank opened the door with a little embarrassed expression. He thought he was a delivery person, and he only wore a pair of shorts when he opened the door.

"Don't you invite me in?"

Frank said clumsyly, "Mrs. Billings, please come in!"

"Shh!" Mrs. Billings walked into the house with a smile, raised a finger and said, "Call my name, Audrey!"

"Yes, Audrey!" Frank said with his hands spread out.

Mrs. Billings was dressed very coolly, happily smiling with her nose next to Frank's nose: "Yes, call me Audrey when there is no one in the future!"

Frank frowned and said, "What are you...what are you going to do?"

Mrs. Billings chuckled: "What do you think?"

"You're drinking?" Frank pushed Mrs. Billings away.

"Drink a little!" Mrs. Billings hugged her again.

Frank pushed Mrs. Billings away again: "No!"

"Why? Because of my identity?" Mrs. Billings sobered up a little.

"No! It's because of my identity!" Frank said.

Mrs. Billings sighed and hugged Frank tightly because of his driver's identity.

Frank meant that he had a murder case, which was not suitable. Although the cases in Santa Cruz Building were all about why kill people, that bastard pulled Frank into the car and even soldered the door to death. Frank couldn't get out of the car, so he could only follow him and walked all the way to the dark, and was not qualified to talk about his relationship.

"Boss, Frank really has an affair with the woman of his employer!" Jizel stepped over the car and held the box, almost lay on Hebi. He looked at Frank's window through the car window and said with great excitement.

"Bang-!" Why slapped Jizel's perky buttocks hard?

"Don't press me, Frank is not that kind of person!" Why bother humming?

"I don't believe it! There is no good thing for men!" Jizel said affirmatively.

Why bother laughing? He dare not say anything, but a reckless man like Frank likes passiveness, and there will definitely be no chance tonight.

Why bother: "Do you want to make a bet!"

Jizel: "What are you betting on?"

"I bet Frank will definitely give this coquettish Mrs. Billings out. If you win, I will give you a brand new Ferrari." Why bother laughing.

"Then how do you win?" Gizel asked.

Why bother to take out a pack of explosive candy from the armrest box with a smirk and look at Jizel's sexy red lips greedily with an expression you know.

"I just said that you men don't have a good thing! You will definitely lose after the deal! Humph!" Jizel said seriously, why bother to glance.

Two minutes later, Frank actually sent Mrs. Billings out of the door.

Jizel lost.

"Boss, Frank isn't gay, right?" Jizel looked at his man with some concern.

"It's very easy to verify this!" Why do you suddenly open the car door, lower your waist and go to Mrs. Billings's Mercedes-Benz cat, and return in a minute.

"What did you do?" Jizel asked curiously.

"I'll know in a moment, just watch the show!" Why do you smiled a little?

"Thank you Frank, maybe I'm really impulsive tonight," said Mrs. Billings after taking a long breath.

Frank wanted to speak but stopped, and eventually opened the door for Mrs. Billings.

Mrs. Billings turned her head and kissed Frank on the cheek and was about to get in the car. Suddenly, she found that the left front tire of her car was leaking, and her face gradually became firmer, and she kissed Frank again.

Frank and Mrs. Billings kissed passionately, and the two stumbled back to the room, closing the door with a 'bang-'.

Why bother to watch Jizel like a monster?

"Boss, you...what did you do?"

Why not answer Jizel's question and shake the explosion candy in his hand.

"I don't want it!" Jizel looked at Frank's courtyard gossipingly: "Boss, how long do you think Frank will take?"

"I guess it's twenty seconds!" Why bother maliciously speculating and then start the car.

For why, Frank is more easily controlled with his bond.

Why bother to receive a system task notification on the way home?

Triggering mission: Snatch the ‘recombinant anti-immune double-polypeptide liquid virus!’ and ‘corresponding antidote’.

When Jizel heard the reminder of the system task of Hebi's mobile phone, he was about to raise his head, but Hebi pressed it down.

Jizel: "Mmmmm--!"

Why grab the steering wheel with one hand and quickly view the relevant information about the system tasks with the other hand?

‘Recombinant anti-immune double-polypeptide liquid virus!’ This name is so scary that it almost scares you.

"Drug Conference, Beasley Jeff, Frank, 67 Berke Street." Why did this guy quickly find out what was really useful from a series of keywords.
Chapter completed!