Chapter 2558 (1/2)

”Squeak!”

With the friction of the tires, the black car stopped at the roadside, and two people in sunglasses and suits appeared at the rescue scene.

The older white man had a big nose, his hairline moved up, and his eyes were full of weather beaten indifference.

And the young man who got out of the co pilot was an African American. He was obviously a teaser because he slipped his hand when he took off his sunglasses and almost poked his glasses leg into his nostril.

The middle-aged man shook his head, ignoring his partner's daily off-line. Instead, he went to the side of the fire truck and found the leader of the fire brigade in front of the truck. He took out his wallet and showed his ID.

”ABCDEFG for short.” The middle-aged man's secret service ID stayed in front of the fire chief for a long time, then snapped closed: ”I'm agent Hoover, and this is agent Kennedy behind me. We've taken over the scene.”

In a hurry, the black agent pulled the sunglasses out of his collar, stuffed them into his suit pocket, and nodded solemnly as a greeting.

”But... We're just here to save the cat that can't get down the tree. As for sending federal agents?”

There was a kitten on the roadside tree beside the crowd. It was a very beautiful blue cat. Its head came out of the leaves and looked at the man in black below. It drew back and only meowed.

The fire chief put down his ladder and pushed up his hat. The wrinkles on his forehead were like waves.

It's really hard for him to understand. In the past, he used to listen to the police officers of brother departments say that when they went out of the scene, they were robbed by the FBI on the spot. How irritating.

Didn't expect to do fire also have this day?

I don't feel angry, but it's hard to understand.

”If you have any questions, please contact your superiors. Now, everyone step back.” The middle-aged agent hooked his hand and motioned all the firefighters to stay away from the tree: ”what about you, leave the ladder behind, and people will retreat behind us.”

This is a very ordinary American middle-class community, located in the suburbs of New York City. On a quiet and peaceful summer morning, people go to work. Except for the firefighters, only the old lady who calls the police to save the cat is still watching.

”I will appeal to the superior. This is our case!” The fire chief has never seen such a situation, so he can only learn from the police to talk harshly towards the agents, but he stepped back with curiosity.

The middle-aged agent rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses: ”further away, 50 meters away. Unless I ask you to come over, don't scream or run no matter what you see.”

”Captain?”

”Back up!”

The firefighters, carrying axes and hydraulic tongs and other tools, slouched back. Everyone looked at the two government agents in a strange way. They are wearing black suits and shining shoes, which are not suitable for climbing trees.

But the black man turned to look at them, just had to smile, appeared to be mysterious close to the middle-aged ear, with hip-hop rhythm of English asked in a low voice:

”K, know what it is?”

”Unregistered abrashians, very dangerous.” The white detective with a big nose looked at the kitten in the leaves. At this time, a gray tail appeared, but soon drew back like he was afraid of the cold: ”J, you may not be able to deal with this guy. Help me with my clothes.”