"Hmm?" Bryan White raised an eyebrow and took another drag of his cigarette. His green eyes squinted as they gazed towards the distant training ground, where at that moment, teams of soldiers were engaged in morning drills. The intense long run left them sweating profusely, drenched from head to toe.
Healthy and manly bodies, yet they embodied the true essence of being a soldier!
"You may go..." He nodded and continued smoking, saying no more.
Colin glanced at the man's back, saluted, and then exited the office.
Bryan White stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, only turning away once his cigarette was finished. He returned to the leather chair behind his desk, leaning back with his gaze fixed somewhere.
It seems that this time, I must find an informant within the FBI!
Bryan White smiled. This informant was deeply hidden, cultivated and promoted by the White Family. Now in a high-ranking position, he wouldn't usually be contacted to avoid exposing his identity.
