General Taylor glanced at Xiao Qiao, who was indifferent. She knew that once in New York, she would face a tough battle.
Joy said, "Lieutenant Commander, let's go."
Joy was well aware of Wesley's identity; the huge interests he was involved with made it impossible for him to easily be entangled in the disputes of two departments, especially since this matter was too sensitive.
So many CIA operatives had died; they wouldn't let it rest. They urgently needed someone to take the fall, and Xiao Qiao was clearly the best choice.
"Let's go, I'm not afraid of you!" Xiao Qiao snorted coldly, patting General Taylor's back with a big hand, appearing extremely composed, "Old man, don't worry, my conscience is clear."
"Shut up!" General Taylor scolded angrily, could this girl not make things worse?
