Mark directly pushed the pardon just signed by the Minister of Justice and the lifelong judge of the Federal Supreme Court to Salt, who had not spoken since he came in.

"What is this?" Salt’s eyes moved, but his eyes fell on the page and he couldn’t help but be stunned when he looked up.
"Ms. Salt …" Mark tapped his finger on the table and said, "This is a genuine pardon signed by the current Attorney General Justin and the lifelong judge of the Federal Supreme Court."
Salt blinked, looked up at Mark and said blankly, "I’m not too white!" "
Mark smiled and then sighed and said, "To be honest, when Cooper put your information in front of me and asked me to accept your employment application, I actually refused."
Salt "…"
Salt’s eyebrows are tight, his eyes are wrinkled, his attention is clear, and Mark’s face is wandering.
Mark continued, "I rarely promise anything to others, but if I promise, I will make sure I can do it!" "
"… I’m not too white!"
"You don’t need it. This is my deal with Cooper. Now let’s talk about your problem."
"I … what?"
"A deep-diving agent who lurks in the CIA and belongs to the secret organization of the former Soviet Union."
"… what?"
Mark looked at Salt in a daze and shook his head and said, "Yes, I know everything."
Salt frowned and looked at Mark with a calm expression, but his heart was filled with great waves …
quite a while
Mark glanced at the conference room window and gestured to himself. Debbie patted a table and then said to Salt, "Your lawyer is here. Maybe you can discuss it with your lawyer. I need to remind you that the validity of this contract will expire in 45 minutes …"
Then Mark got up and left the meeting room.
Just then!
"Wait …" Salt suddenly debuted.
Mark, who was halfway through the door, smiled and glanced at the door of the conference room. The lawyer smiled.
Sit back in position and look at salt.
After a moment of silence, Salt said, "… How do you know?"
"My eyes are on everything!" Mark’s eyes are so deep that there are thousands of stars flashing.
Mark in this world feels like a kryptonite player.
After knowing everything, no one asked Mark to upgrade and fight monsters like a civilian player.
Pretending to be white, after layers of adventures, to finally solve the mystery?
That’s not mark wind!
Holding the king to fry is to give mark a sigh of relief!
Anyone who doesn’t follow my rules directly blows up the table
Mark said slowly, "Ms. Salt, I know you want to spend a quiet day with Mike, but … will your supervisor allow you to quit? Don’t forget that you are their training. In their eyes, you are a weapon, and goods are a disposable tool at any time … "
Mark’s words and sentences directly thrust into Salt’s heart with a sharp knife.
Not only KGB, but even before the CIA became director, you were a tool and a chess game …
Here!
It’s almost one reason why Mark chose the FBI instead of the CIA.
At the very least, at the level of junior agents or agents, federal agents are more popular …
In the CIA?
haha