The muzzle of Robin's hand drooped, he didn't expect that FBI Director Greider would personally lead people at this time.

Grad and he do not have a deep personal relationship, and it can even be said that they don't like each other, and the current FBI head is a rival to Robin, who served as the deputy director of the CIA back then. Time has passed, Greid is in charge of the FBI, Robin has reached the peak of his life in the House of Representatives, and in front of the president, the two are still safe, but at this moment, Robin doesn't know what Greid is doing here, but it is certain that it must not be a good thing.

Soon, FBI agents discovered the underground vault and forcibly opened it.

Glade, who was wearing a black trench coat, took the lead into the secret room and smiled with satisfaction when he saw Robin sitting on the floor.

"You think we're hiding here, we won't find you?" Greid let out a sneer, "Take him away!"

The old opponent of the past, seeing that he will become a prisoner, Greid's heart is called happy.

"Don't move!" Seeing this equally grim face, Robin raised his gun and aimed it at Greid, "Who assigned you here?"

"Guess who?" Greider put his hands in his pockets and smiled darkly, "Robin, you made a big statement at the Lincoln Memorial, and Mr. Johnson was very dissatisfied with your actions, do you want to be stubborn or obedient?"

"Johnson......" Robin hesitated for a moment, and slowly put down his pistol, since it was the president who wanted to see him, maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

With a wicked smile on his face, Greid finally won in front of his old opponent, and decades of open and secret battles were not in vain.

"Please, my old friend. Greid's yin and yang weirdness flashed out of the way.

Two FBI agents stepped forward and pointed their guns at Robin.

The group walked out of the secret room and into the courtyard of the villa, and at this moment, there was a loud bang!

"Lie down!" Greid leaped forward with a head, and the entire villa was destroyed in a sea of fire in an instant!

** Almost killed all of them, but fortunately, there was only a dozen seconds of error in time. However, two agents did not escape and were seriously injured by the air wave generated by the explosion.

"Fake! Who did this? Isn't it you!" Greid angrily grabbed Robin by the collar and hated to eat him raw!

Robin grinned, and suddenly let out a loud laugh, laughing breathlessly, causing Greid to feel a panic inexplicably.

"Talk, what are you laughing at!"

A weird smile appeared on Robin's face, "The fox is finished, what's the use of asking you as a hunter?"

Greid's hand grabbing his collar slowly loosened, and he still understood the simple truth that the bird was hiding the bow and the rabbit was dead and the dog was cooking, could it be—all this was just a trap?

On the road in front of the house, several pitch-black figures appeared.

"Prepare to fight!" Greid pulled out his pistol and shouted orders to the remaining FBI members, preemptively finding a lamppost for cover.

As the figures approached, one of them shouted, "Grede, it's me, Donald!"

"Donald?" Greid's face was full of suspicion, why was he?

Even if the FBI and the CIA were competitors, there was no reason for Donald to dare to murder him, unless—at the behest!

"Come out, Grede, my old fellow, if I were to kill you, you would have been buried under the rubble. "CIA Director Donald was standing in the shadows on the street corner, a position that happened to allow Greid to see him, but it was difficult to aim with a gun.

"What are you waiting for?" Robin calmed down and walked towards Donald with his hands held high.

Director Greider secretly thought that if Donald wanted to kill them, just now was indeed the best time, and it was obvious that he had different intentions when he didn't kill them all.

"Get in the car, Dean Robin!" Donald pointed behind him, and a small car quietly drove up.

Robin hesitated, and now he could only be at his mercy. When they worked together at the CIA, Donald had little to do with him, just the head of another department, and had no special grudges.

Seeing Robin get into Donald's car, Greid didn't hide, after all, he was the big boss of the FBI, and he had always seen strong winds and waves, and he trusted his own judgment.

"Donald, what the hell are you doing?" said Greid, walking slowly, on guard.

"Tell me how much it is not safe here. Donald waved his hand and got into the car first.

Turning to a few of his agents, Greed boarded the thief ship.

The car quickly drove away, and the remaining FBI agents quickly disappeared into the night......

"As you all saw just now, it was Mr. President who asked me to take this opportunity to get rid of you. Inside the car, Donald lit a cigarette and handed the case to Director Greid.

"Sure enough, it's him—this old fox!" The FBI director angrily scolded: "Damn Johnson, I worked for him for more than ten years, and he actually crossed the river and demolished the bridge!"

Robin also showed a hint of hatred in his eyes, and he even suspected that he was insane and that the president was secretly poisoning. In order to prevent him from participating in the election campaign and completely stink him!

"Dean Robin, your inspiring speech at the Lincoln Memorial must have made Johnson jealous of you and want to get rid of you, right?" Donald squinted and smiled, "Now that everyone is in the same boat, what are your plans?"

"Hmph, Donald, what do you say about this account when you blew up my residence?" Robin grimaced, his thoughts still in a state of confusion.

"Haha, old friend, if I don't blow up your home, I'll be in danger!" Donald opened the car window and smiled heartily, "No way, this is a delaying tactic, in order to save you, I can only do this." Before Johnson finds out about all this, we must unite and launch a counteroffensive against the White House!"

"He's right!" Grade took a hard drag on his cigarette and immediately began to cough violently again.

"Counterattack?What are your plans?Why are you meddling in this?" Robin looked at Donald coldly.

"Stink him! I don't want to be a second Greid. The director of the CIA said with a smile: "The three of us, as long as we make this matter public, add fuel and vinegar, and mobilize the network power around you and me, we will definitely be able to drive Johnson out of the White House!"

"Are you dreaming? Robin sneered, and then said: "You underestimate Johnson's ability, although the power of public opinion is strong, but don't forget, does anyone really dare to challenge the president." TV stations, newspapers, online ...... It's all in his hands now!"

Greid, taken aback, interjected and asked, "Wouldn't he?

"He can, if necessary! You don't know what Area 51 does!" Robin pulled out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Area 51? you mean...... Johnson is the master there?" Donald frowned, even if he was the director of the CIA, he did not have the right to get involved in the core secrets of Area 51, which had always existed independently and was a special area high above the entire state system.

It is rumored that the president of the United States is the supreme leader there, but this news has never been confirmed by anyone personally.

Greid's voice and Donald also showed a listening expression, and the secret news that came out of Robin's mouth must be a heavy piece of information that is difficult for agents to detect.