themonasnovels Chapter 751 487: Happy New Year
Chapter 751 487: Happy New Year
In the corridor, just as Carlson was about to gain control of the situation, the detective who got punched earlier finally recovered.He bent over, pointed at Carlson with a ferocious expression, and squeezed through his teeth, "You bastard! Call for backup! Arrest all of them!"
This was the FBI headquarters, their territory, and being hit in their own nest was intolerable, like being cheated on and helping the other man.
"Jerry!" An experienced agent beside him paled and quickly pulled him aside, whispering, "They have orders from the Ministry of Defense, call upstairs, don't blow this up."
"To hell with those bullshit orders!" Detective Jerry's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly drew the gun from his waist, its barrel trembling as it pointed at Carlson, "On my turf, you assault my men and steal my suspect, the DIA is nothing! No one leaves today!"
His drawing the gun was like lighting a powder keg!
The already tense atmosphere in the corridor immediately exploded!
"Fuck!"
"Drop the gun!"
"Don't move!"
Shouts and curses echoed throughout.
A few hot-headed agents saw their superior draw his weapon and were quick to follow, instinctively reaching for their holsters.
Carlson saw this and his gaze turned cold as well!
He hadn't expected the guy to directly pull a gun in such a situation!
He wasn't scared, but bewildered at the loss of the other's sanity.
"Everyone, stand by!!" Carlson raised his arm and barked.
Almost simultaneously, the Defense Intelligence Agency team behind him, at an incredible speed, drew their guns, aiming at Jerry and those agents with hands on their waists.
They had their fingers on the trigger guards, bodies slightly turned, adopting a standard close-quarters combat defensive stance, ready to fire at Carlson's command.
Soldiers only follow orders; whether you're an FBI agent or a mobster makes no difference to them.
"Put down the gun! This is your final warning!"
Carlson stared intently at Jerry, "Do you want to start an internal war? Want your men to be buried with you?"
Jerry's face turned red, teeth grinding. Clearly, these military bastards were too domineering, yet they blamed him for causing conflict.
Brandishing some piece of paper to snatch people from FBI headquarters, did they think this was a public restroom?
If these guys were allowed to walk out with him today, he'd be the talk of the town for a long time.
So his gun remained raised.
Just at this critical moment—
"Stop it right now!!"
A stern shout with authority came from the elevator entrance.
Everyone froze and looked toward the voice.
A middle-aged man in a dark suit, flanked by several senior officials, was quickly striding over.
The badge on his chest displayed his identity—FBI Deputy Executive Assistant Director, Morris Carter.
The third-highest in the FBI, his power and status were just below the Director and Deputy Director.
"Director!" Upon seeing him, Jerry's menacing look eased slightly, but he still stiffened his neck, pointing at Carlson, "They..."
"Shut up!" Director Morris unceremoniously interrupted, barking, "Put the gun away!"
He was genuinely angry; if a shooting broke out at FBI headquarters, it would be a major incident beyond his ability to handle.
Being rebuked in public, Jerry's face flushed from blue to white.
But facing the authority of the third figure of headquarters, he didn't dare defy, reluctantly holstering his gun, and the agents under him followed suit, releasing their grips from their waists.
Carlson saw this and likewise raised his hand, his team swiftly locking their guns.
A potential conflict was temporarily defused.
Morris's stern gaze swept over the two tense sides in the corridor, finally landing on Carlson, taking in his rank insignia.
"Major, the DIA entered the core area of FBI headquarters without permission, injured my agents, and forcibly took a key suspect."
"You need to give me a reasonable explanation."
His phrasing was severe, categorizing the event as a serious unauthorized intrusion, mentioning the wounding of agents and forcible suspect abduction.
Though he had temporarily suppressed the conflict, he didn't intend to let the matter pass easily.
Carlson faced the inquiry, maintaining military calm, neither humble nor arrogant.
He took that document from his coat pocket once more, extending it to him, "Director Morris, the DIA Special Investigation Unit, acting on a direct order from the Ministry of Defense."
"The target person pertains to national information security, and under the National Security Act, the DIA has cross-department enforcement powers when it involves national security threats."
Carlson handed over the document embossed with a red seal, though Morris had no intention of taking it.
He'd heard the excuse of 'involved in national security' so often his ears were calloused. The CIA said it, the DHS said it too; the reality was, everyone understood what was going on.
Morris's ignoring it was a clear stance—he wasn't buying this grandiose excuse.
The air in the corridor seemed to freeze again, the tension just subdued rising once more.
The FBI agents, including Detective Jerry, were all watching Carlson, with a hint of anticipation as if they were watching a show.
If an explanation wasn't given today, these guys weren't leaving this building.
Carlson displayed no emotion, calmly retracting the document, then pulled out his phone from his pocket, quickly typed a message, sent it, and then stood with his hands behind his back.