Nicholas no longer wants to leave a legend or anything like that. He originally thought that entering the military industrial laboratory would be a great challenge, adventurous and exciting, but he never thought that so many people would die. FBI, this is none of my business.
Shit, I really didn’t mean to trigger the alarm and call you here to die.
In fact, people are always like this. Once they encounter something dangerous, the first thing they think about is how far away they can be. Once the dangerous thing is related to themselves, they like to think about the worst, and then they are afraid of this and that, as if everyone will betray themselves.
Nicholas now even looks at his wife with suspicion. As for the mobile phone used to communicate with Zhou Jian, Nicholas wisely did the same thing as Zhou Jian - smashed the mobile phone and threw it into the Hudson
river.
Go to Canada first, and then transfer to Australia. No... go to Somalia. There is no extradition treaty in Somalia, so it is much safer. I can avoid it for a while. Nicholas has a bitter look on his face. He would have known that he would never take this mission anyway.
"Sweetheart~~~Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Kelly asked delicately.
"Haha." Nicholas forced out a smile that was no better than crying, "This mission is over, I will take you to Somalia... uh, just kidding, I will take you to Africa to see lions."
"Okay, okay, I like..."
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It snowed heavily all night, and in the early morning of the next day, Washington had become a world covered in silver. As the sun rose, there were more and more pedestrians and vehicles on the streets, and orange snowplows slowly moved forward.
, people drive from the suburbs to work in the city center
Some of them still had bread freshly taken out of the bread machine in their mouths, and there was a cup of hot milk next to the driver's seat. Children in winter costumes were walking and playing in the streets. They were already on vacation.
There is nothing more exciting than snow approaching Christmas.
On the outskirts of Washington, the Pentagon, symbolizing the U.S. military, has stood here for centuries. The Pentagon was once the largest office building in the world by floor area. Although it was damaged several times in several terrorist attacks and subsequent catastrophes, it has since been
Repaired.
This snow has put a huge white velvet hat on the vast Pentagon. Unfortunately, the atmosphere inside the building is not as harmonious as it appears.
"This Christmas gift is really something I will never forget!" In the conference room, the US Secretary of Defense with an angry face knocked on the table.
This catastrophic incident, the largest espionage case in the history of the United States, has shocked the entire leadership of the United States. The president has put aside his goodwill visit to Europe and is preparing to fly back to the United States on a special plane the same day.
At this point, it is actually no longer time to hold people accountable. If they really want to take the blame and resign, the relevant responsible personnel of the CIA, FBI, National Security Agency and the US Department of Defense will not be able to absolve themselves of the blame.
At this time, leaders of the U.S. departments responsible for national security gathered here. They did not realize that this meeting would go down in history and become the foreshadowing of a series of turmoil in the world in the future.
Sometimes the butterfly effect is so wonderful. Zhou Jian sneaked into the military laboratory to complete the mission of "Gods and Demons", and the reason why this mission was triggered was just because Wenren Huiyin's aunt Su Lan fell ill, and Su Lan never died.
It makes me think that my illness has greatly affected the pattern of the world.
Henry, the head of the National Security Bureau, looked very bad. As early as last night, he was scolded by the Minister of Defense. Depending on the situation, he will be scolded again this morning...
Speaking of which, I am unlucky. Originally, the group of people sitting at this table, except for the Vice President and the Minister of Defense and the Deputy Minister of Defense, all held official positions of about the same size. However, the CIA and FBI are not under the control of the Ministry of Defense, so this muzzle is blocked.
The task fell to him, the director of the Security Bureau.
"Mr. President has 12 hours to return home. I hope we can solve the problem before he returns home." The speaker was US Vice President George. Of course, even though he said this, George also knew that it was impossible to complete this task.
Big, they don't even know which country this spy is from now.
"Michelle, what do you think?"
Michelle is the director of the CIA, a middle-aged man in his forties, of medium height, with brown eyes on the bridge of his nose, an old-fashioned British pipe in the corner of his mouth, and a very plain expression on his face.
He smiled and said, "Let Director Smith speak first."
Smith is the director of the FBI. Speaking of which, the FBI and CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) always do not deal with him. This is because their responsibilities and work contents overlap to some extent. For example, they are both engaged in counterintelligence work and are responsible for national security and collecting terrorist information.
Organize information and intelligence.
Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts, so the two organizations often quarreled over competing for credit and shirking responsibilities. As early as the establishment of the FBI, the first director Hoover had a quarrel with the CIA director at the White House.
Smith glanced at Michelle coldly and said: "We guess that the other party was able to succeed in this espionage case because he planted a spy inside the military industrial laboratory. Otherwise, he would not have been able to avoid all layers of security and sneak into the central room."
Smith glanced at the Secretary of Defense as he spoke, and the other person's face twitched unnaturally. His words naturally sounded harsh to the Secretary of Defense. After all, the military industrial laboratory was a department under his jurisdiction. Smith said that there was a spy inside, and he
Naturally, his face was dull, but he couldn't argue at this time, because he also felt that this was probably the case.
"Go on," the Vice President said.
"The other party has at least three spies, two of whom are spies from the military industrial laboratory. One is responsible for tampering with camera records, and the other is responsible for sneaking into the central room to steal. Now we can rule out the possibility that the spies are senior executives of the military industrial laboratory, because the senior executives have access to the central room.
authority, so they have no reason to act this way.”
"We found hundreds of meters of steel wires, data cables and switches in the ventilation holes in the central room. They were deeply hidden. In addition, we also found traces of steel wire friction on the camera brackets on the roof. Preliminary analysis
, the spy tied a steel wire to the steel frame of the camera, hoisted himself with the steel wire, and avoided the alarm system in the central room.
system, as for the data cable, it is to unlock the password. Even computer experts need an advanced decoder to unlock the password of the main control machine. It is impossible to bring such a bulky thing into the central room, so they
Data lines and wireless signal switches will be used to transmit the data, and intelligence personnel lurking on the periphery will decrypt it."
"How does the other party get the data cables and steel wires through the vents? As far as I know, they are so thin that they can't even fit an entire arm," the vice president asked.
