This fact made Britney feel a little uncomfortable. She sat on the sofa and thought about it, pursing her lips and staring at the woman with very impolite eyes.

The light in the entire living room was very dark, and the old walls around seemed to have a magic power, which could absorb the light emitted by the light, making the living room look gloomy and dim. There was also a hint of coldness spreading from her feet, making Britney's heart even colder.

"What's the matter with him?"

The woman was wearing a white pajama, holding her hands, and looking down at Britney.

"There are some important things...can I see him?"

Britney stood up and was about to walk into the depths of the house, but was stopped by the woman.

"He is not at home, don't go in."

"Not at home? So where is he?"

“He is working.”

The woman took out a cigarette from the table and lit it, and blew out a white smoke in one breath. "If this is the reason you come here, then go back. I think Bernie may not be back tonight. If you have something to do, come back tomorrow."

Come again tomorrow?

This is naturally a request that Britney would never agree to. If she really wanted to go back so simply, she would not come so easily at the beginning. Since she was gritting her teeth and preparing to come for help, she would definitely not go back if she didn't see Bernie.

"I have said that he won't be back tonight, please go out of my house right now."

The woman twisted the cigarette butts, and the whites of her eyes were covered with bright red blood.

"So can you tell me his contact information?"

"no……"

Compared to the past, the woman's attitude was extremely impolite at this moment. She walked over and stood in front of Britney, pulling her sleeve to let her go out.

"Please wait."

Britney struggled, "I really have something to look for Bernie."

"You get out quickly, or I'll call the police."

Woman threatens Britney with cell phone.

"Click..."

The sound of unlocking the key suddenly rang out. A middle-aged man in a black coat opened the door and looked at the two women tearing in shock in the aisle.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Bernie!"

Seeing the man appear, Britney's eyes lit up, she broke away from the woman's right hand and walked to the man and said, "I have something to look for you."

"Why are you here?"

Bernie narrowed his eyes slightly and said these words. But he couldn't tell what the expression on his face was.

"I want to ask for help in something."

Britney hesitated for a while, and saw the woman staring at her from the corner of her eyes. She no longer hesitated and immediately spoke: "Someone has illegally broke into my house... I dare not go back, so I come to find you."

"Sorry, I think the first thing you should do is call the police instead of running over to me."

Bernie unbuttoned her coat, asked the woman to take it over, and turned around and said, "What can I help you again... Just like you said before. I can't help you anything."

"Bernie..."

Britney bit her lower lip with her teeth tightly clenched her lower lip, and she had the urge to slam the door and go out, but in the end her reason calmed her down, took out her phone from her arms and opened the picture, and handed it to Bernie: "Look at this."

"What is this? Did you go to the morgue in the hospital?"

He glanced at his phone casually, and Bernie said indifferently.

“This is not a morgue.”

Britney said, "So I have something to say with you."

"Britney, you're still the same as before."

Bernie's face was very tired, so she walked into the living room and sat down. The woman poured herself a glass of water: "Give you five minutes, I'll have to rest later." This situation was completely different from before. When there was no divorce before, Bernie would never talk to her like this.

Britney was shocked, both disappointed and angry. Fortunately, she was always a rational woman, sometimes she was stupid. She was very calm at critical moments, so she also sat on the sofa and told the reasons and the story from beginning to end.

If you tell others this kind of thing, you will be considered a delusional madman, but Bernie is different. Bernie knows that although this woman is very self-centered, she has not been lying once in five or six years since she got married.

So even though Bernie didn't care on the surface, his ears still heard the reason for the matter clearly. Combined with the photos he flirted on his phone, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but frown. With the deep eye sockets, he gave people a feeling of worry.

"Who else knows about this?"

Bernie interrupted Britney's statement.

"Now those who know this, plus you will be two people."

Britney subconsciously looked at the room deep in the living room, and the woman never came out after she walked in.

"When is it better for you to contact that Rio at one time?"

"Well, it was noon today."

"Take your phone over."

Britney handed the phone inexplicably, and Bernie took it over, quickly pulled open the back cover and took it out and pulled it out and tied it in half.

"You, what are you doing?" Britney was shocked and wanted to take it back, but unfortunately it was too late. She could only stare at the damaged mobile phone card in a daze.

"This thing is not safe...you should be glad nothing happened last night."

Bernie threw the phone back and said solemnly: "The Fros Group is not simple. This company is not only very powerful on Wall Street, but also has a connection with the Washington government. It is also unclear about many state government lawmakers. Many of our state lawmakers have received political donations from the Fros Group... No matter what they are doing, you'd better not care."

Britney stared at Bernie in shock, as if she didn't know her ex-husband who had been sleeping in the same bed for five or six years. In her impression, Bernie, a rigid agent, had never said such a discouraged word? When did she have time to retreat? This is unprecedented!

It seemed as if she could see what she was thinking in Britney's face. Bernie lit a cigarette, took a sip and said slowly: "People are changing, don't you think there is anything strange... Since I divorced you, I have also reflected on what I did wrong before? Later, I thought for a long time before I realized it. My biggest mistake was that I would not turn. No matter what was ahead, I wanted to move forward in a straight line. It was because of this that my first half of my life became like that."

"Bernie..."

Britney wanted to speak but stopped.

"Okay, it's useless to say that these are no longer useful. I've said it very clearly. Don't worry about this matter. You will leave Los Angeles tomorrow... I will arrange it for you, for the sake of the past."

"But what to do with Rio?"

Britney stood up suddenly and suppressed her anger and looked down at Bernie.

"That's your friend, not my friend."

Bernie was not moved by Britney's appearance at all, "Besides, it's hard to say whether your friend still exists in this world. I think you can only find him in certain lands... no, you should be able to find him on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."

"how so?"

Covering her mouth, Britney couldn't believe it.

Bernie shrugged, "This is the world. The dark side is always unacceptable. Perhaps most American companies are law-abiding, so this is definitely not included in the Fros Group. This behemoth will not only absorb the wealth of the people like banks. It is not difficult to do such things when necessary."

"Then, why don't you..."

Before Britney finished speaking, she was interrupted by Bernie: "I think you definitely don't know. The Fros Group has a team of lawyers with a size of 100 people. Without sufficient evidence, no one dares to touch it."

"What's more, even if there is evidence, there will be many people who are unwilling to touch it."

Bernie has been an agent for eight years in F. Even though the level is not high, he is only at the level of GS-11. However, after long-term contact with certain things, he knows very well how terrible a multinational chaebol like the Fros Group is.

The interests involved in the people involved are not something that naive Britney can understand.

Even the US president is to some extent a "puppet" controlled by these consortium interest groups. As a result, he has to make concessions to many things, not to mention that he is a small F-force agent, and he can do nothing.

"Then me, what should I do?"

Britney had never seen Bernie so cautious, and she became flustered from the inside out.

"Sleep with me and leave Los Angeles tomorrow."

Bernie stood up from the sofa and shouted into the room, "Masha, bring my guests a blanket."

"You can sleep on the sofa tonight... Sorry, I only have one bed here, I don't think you will sleep in the same bed with me again, right?"

Bernie had a rare humor.

"I'm very willing." Britney said silently in her heart.

Seeing the woman walking out of the room and taking out a blanket, Bernie pretended not to care and left the living room. As soon as she turned around, her face, which had been relatively calm before, changed suddenly. She immediately came to the door and looked around to the movements on the street outside through the cat's eyes.

F-force agents need to go through four months of hard training before they can officially start their jobs. One of the most basic skills is to find out what is not harmonious or wrong in the shortest time in a complex environment.

This is a qualified F-force agent, the basic abilities and the simplest abilities, not to mention Bernie, who has been in F-force for eight years.

“Normal…safe…”

With his mouth squirming, Bernie quickly scanned the situation around the street, relaxed his nervousness slightly, took out the pistol at his waist, and several thoughts in his mind were changing.

To be honest, after listening to Britney's previous and subsequent remarks, Bernie's first thought was that it was bad, and he did not have any urge to find out and solve this matter.

The reasons are from what I explained to Britney just now, as well as Bernie's boss, the GS-15-level manager, who is said to have a close relationship with Fros Group and has received great help from Fros Group. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Work reasons, the author can’t get home to finish his meal at 7 o’clock in the evening, and has time at 8 o’clock. Try not to rest this weekend and write more.
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