Chapter 262 Political Accident

A few days later.

"Yes, you just need to admit you're from the CIA, and then clarify your mission objectives,"

"What about Frank..."

"Everyone has to make concessions, he'll keep these matters to himself, and you, you're just an agent who bungled the job. The CIA does indeed make such mistakes sometimes."

At the entrance of the building, Rollins, with his one eye, frowned after hearing all this: "What about my political career..."

"Hey, Rollins." The portly congressman patted him on the back, "It's over—it's all over, you get it?

But at least you won't be going to prison, and who knows, maybe you can make a comeback. Cheer up, after such a big incident, you're still able to walk around outside, isn't that good enough?"

Rollins, looking dazed, walked in escorted by guards.

Frank, meanwhile, sat in his wheelchair not far away, staring intently at that guy.

"...Are you sure you want me to do this? My family and I..."

Lille adjusted his clothes behind him: