"Actually, it's not a complaint to Andrew. The mission goal at that time was to rescue an important informant. This informant was not a good guy, but a pervert with a pedophile. During the process of solving the problem, the informant couldn't help but attack an 8-year-old girl. After being discovered by Andrew, he shot him and thus destroyed an important action of c~i~a.

Afterwards, the director in charge of the review was furious and wanted to send Andrew to the military court, but his comrades came forward to save the people. However, the qualification to join c~i~a was completely lost, even if Andrew ranked first in the assessment of various projects."

Hansen briefly narrated this story to Yang Cheng.

After saying that, a layer of anger immediately appeared on Yang Cheng's face. He was a bastard, but he never attacked children. What's the difference between it and a beast?

Hanson is right, this is a complete pervert.

For such scumbags, it is not an exaggeration to use any ruthless means. Keeping them is a disaster. If you kill them, you will end them all, so that more children will be harmed.

Yang Cheng said indignantly, "Andrew, you did a good job. If you encounter such a bastard again, just do it. If something happens, I will take it for you. Humph, c~i~a These bastards have always used any means to do the task and don't care about the life or death of the civilians."

Andrew was moved, but said nothing, and sighed, "Boss, this matter has passed, and I don't want to recall it. I just felt sorry for the little girl back then. To this day, I can still dream of her sometimes. Those eyes are so clear and transparent, like a little angel that fell into the world."

When Andrew thought of the girl, he couldn't help but choke up.

Yang Cheng was also quite regretful. He knew what the girl's final outcome would be like without asking. However, from another perspective, sometimes death is a relief.

As he chatted all the way, Maybach quickly returned to Manhattan.

Andrew, who had adjusted his mood, asked, "Boss, are we going home or to the company?"

Yang Cheng was about to go to the company, but when he thought about it, he blurted out an address. It was the location of the Hilton Hotel. He was going to meet Paris Hilton and see if he could open up the situation from the Hilton family.

The more I thought about it, the more I was upset. If it weren't for the strong strength of the Ito family, he would have been willing to break the contract directly.

As a result, when the car approached Central Park, it encountered a traffic jam. All the cars were almost stuck on the road without moving. Yang Cheng was also helpless, but unfortunately the car had no wings.

Seeing that the drivers in the car in front had already gotten off the car to check the situation, Yang Cheng knew that there must have been a major traffic accident ahead and could not move halfway, so he simply pushed the door and got off the car.

Hansen instructed Andrew and followed immediately.

At this time, Central Park was already a world of ice and snow. The temperature was always below zero in the past few days, and the snow was well preserved. Some tourists who had just been lifted from the ban couldn't wait to come to Central Park to see the snow scenery, even though it was just past 7 a.m.

Of course, Central Park has never lacked people who get up early and walk their dogs and run in the morning. Most of these people are celebrities and nobles from the Upper East and Upper West Sides. They never lack perseverance for having a strong body.

The sun just rose, and the white snow looked like a glacier-like light blue when it was backlighting, which was so beautiful. Looking into the distance, Manhattan's new skyline was particularly spectacular against the background of the snow scene.

The efficiency of nypds has always been known for their low efficiency. This congestion lasted for an hour before it loosened. Yang Cheng didn't want to keep it like this, so he simply didn't go to find Paris Hilton and turned right and went home. After getting off the bus for a while, his cold seemed to be a little recurring.

When Yang Cheng entered the house, she sneezes twice. Yang Sen and Liu Yun, who were having breakfast, looked over together, their faces full of surprise.

Liu Yun smeared butter on the bread and asked, "Where did you go early in the morning? The disease has not yet recovered."

Yang Cheng handed the windbreaker to Old John and sat next to Liu Yun with a cold air, but she rushed to the opposite side of her dislike.

He sniffed, thanked the maid who brought the hot milk, took a sip, making the body a little hot, and then said as if he came back to life, "I met Gina Heispel of c~i~a."

Yang Sen immediately frowned when he heard this, "What's going on? Why did you make an appointment to meet so early?"

Yang Cheng roughly briefly described the process this morning, and Yang Sen shook his head helplessly, "I can't tell whether you are doing right or wrong in this matter, but I always feel that this woman is not easy to deal with."

Liu Yun tilted her head and asked, "What? I remember you seemed to have checked this woman's black material?"

Yang Sen nodded, "Yes, judging from her past methods, it shouldn't be so gentle."

Yang Cheng had a clear mind, so she was not as worried as Yang Sen. "Who knew, maybe after sitting in the office for a long time, his temper and personality changed?"

Yang Sen disagreed, "Wrong, such a person with a sharp style will not be worn away by the stable life of the office. Instead, the longer the stability is, the sharper the edges will become."

Liu Yun didn't understand these things, or she was too lazy to worry about these conspiracies, biting the bread covered with butter with a small mouth, and said indifferently, "Okay, I'm told about these things early in the morning."

Liu Yun's words at home are the first order, and Yang Sen and Yang Cheng dare not talk back.

However, Yang Cheng picked up a small cake and put it into the plate in front of him, reminding him, "There was a traffic accident outside and there was a big traffic jam, otherwise I should have been home an hour ago."

Liu Yun was fine. Her work didn't require her to go to and from get off work on time and on time. Yang Sen couldn't do it. She stood up suddenly, "Why didn't you say it earlier? I have an important meeting to hold later."

Yang Cheng curled his lips, "Don't worry, Fifth Avenue is blocked and no one can fly out, everyone will be late."

Yang Sen ignored this, said sarcastic and didn't have to take any money, and Yang Cheng didn't have to take responsibility for it if it delayed.

"Old John, call me a helicopter." Janssen shouted to the kitchen.

...

After breakfast, Yang Cheng returned to the room to take a hot bath, picked up his cell phone and called Paris Hilton, preparing to invite her to lunch, and then spy on the wind.

"Good morning~" Paris' charming voice came.

Yang Cheng has long been used to this, "Good morning, Paris, haven't woken up yet?"

Paris yawned lazy, "The party was opened until 3 o'clock last night, what do you think?"

Yang Cheng was speechless. This woman was really a party monster with a veritable name. "Okay, I'm sorry to disturb your dream."

"It's okay, you have immunity." Paris yawned one after another, but he didn't forget to make fun of Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng has a black thread, has he used himself as his external servant?
Chapter completed!