Zhu Yuting said: "William Huang also asked me to go out to dinner today to celebrate, I guess I'm going to be in trouble. ”

"I reckon I know better than you who you should marry. Daddy said, smiling wryly, and stood up, "I have to go, I have to go for a surprise tonight." ”

She didn't like him working at night, "Have you eaten?" She asked worriedly, "Before you go, shall I boil you a few eggs?"

"No, thanks, baby. I'll go buy a burger later. He slipped on a leather jacket and kissed her on the cheek, "I love you." ”

"Bye. ”

As soon as the door slammed shut, the phone rang, and it was William Wong.

"I booked a table at Brother Salt's Restaurant. He said.

Zhu Yuting sighed, Brother Salt Restaurant is very high-end. "William Huang, I don't want to disappoint you, but I really don't want to go. ”

"Really? But I almost didn't dedicate my sister to the restaurant maître d'art today, so I booked this seat. ”

"I'm really not in the mood to celebrate, I met something bad in the bureau today. She told him about the cancer that had come to Bertrichie, and about an idiot assignment that Zhu Wu had given him, "So I'm quitting." "

William Huang was shocked: "I can't believe it! You like the FBI so much." ”

"I used to love it. ”

"Too bad!"

"It's not that bad. Anyway, it's time for me to make some money. You know I'm a big guy in law school. Some of these people who make a lot of money now don't have as good grades as I did. ”

"Of course, help murderers get away with it, and then write a book on that basis and make a million dollars Is this you? Am I talking to Zhu Yuting? Hey?"

"I don't know, William Wong. But I'm in a mess right now, so I don't want to come out. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Zhu Yuting knew that William Huang was compromising with the cold reality.

After a while, he said, "Okay, but you'll have to make it up to me. How about coming out together tomorrow?"

Zhu Yuting no longer had the strength to refuse him thousands of miles away. "Yes. She said. "Thank you. ”

She hung up.

She turned on the TV, looked inside the refrigerator, and thought about what to cook dinner.

But she wasn't hungry at all, she pulled out a can of beer and opened it.

She stared at the TV for three or four minutes before she realized that she was watching a program in Spanish.

She didn't want to drink beer anymore, so she turned off the TV and poured it into the sink.

She wanted to go to Jeffrey's Bar, which was where FBI agents frequented, and where she loved to spend the night, drink beer, eat burgers, and share stories from the war years.

But right now, she's also not sure if she's going to become unpopular, especially if Zhu Wu is there too.

She's starting to feel like an outsider. So she decided to write her resume, and she was going to go to the office and write it on her computer. It's better to go out and do something than to stay at home and get sick.

She picked up her gun and hesitated, agents were on duty twenty-four hours a day, and they had to carry weapons with them at all times, except in courtroom.

If I don't be an agent anymore, I don't need to carry a weapon, and then she changed her mind, 'Whatever, wouldn't it be stupid if you see someone snatching it along the way, and you have to sit back and watch because you have left your weapon at home?'

This is the FBI's standard weapon, the P228 pistol.

This pistol usually holds 13 9mm rounds, but Zhu Yuting always pulls the bolt, puts the first bullet into the chamber, then removes the magazine and reloads the magazine.

This makes it possible to load a solid bullet.

In addition to this, she has a Remington repeating shotgun.

As with all agents, she undergoes firearms training once a month, usually at the agent's dedicated range, and undergoes marksmanship testing four times a year.

This kind of certification course has never been difficult for her, she has good eyes, steady hands, and quick reactions.

But, like most agents, she only fired a gun while she was training.

FBI agents are investigators, they are highly educated, they are well paid, and they are not there to fight tough battles.

It's normal for some people to be in the bureau for twenty-five years and never participate in a shootout, or even fight a person.

But they have to be ready at all times, Zhu Yuting put her weapon in a backpack, she usually doesn't leave her personal belongings in the office, but it's night now, and she's quitting.

When she becomes a defense lawyer, she can change to a more luxurious car, maybe a European sports car, like a Porsche or a MG.

Her father lives in the general district. It's not a very high-end neighborhood, but honest cops don't get rich. Zhu Yuting drove along the highway to the downtown area.

The rush hour was over, and there wasn't much traffic on the road, so she drove to the Federal Building in just a few minutes.

She parked her car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the twelfth floor.

At this juncture when she was about to leave the Investigation Bureau, the office in front of her suddenly became warm, which made her feel reluctant.

The gray carpets, the numbered rooms, the desks, the folders, the computers, all of them show that this is a powerful, resourceful organization with confident and dedicated staff.

Some people are working overtime. She walked into the office of the Asian Gang Crime Task Force.

The room was empty, and she turned on the light, sat down at her desk, turned on the computer, and her mind went blank.

Before working at the FBI, she had nothing to write about in her life except her education, and after graduating, she spent two years in the legal department of a U.S. mutual insurance company.

She needed to clearly write about her 10 years of work in the Bureau of Investigation to show how successful she had been and how much progress she had made.

But instead of a coherent narrative in her head, there are fragments of disorganized memories of the serial rapist thanking her in the dock for sending him to prison so that he would no longer be a danger to society, a company called Bible Investments that has taken away the savings of dozens of elderly widows, and once she was alone in her room with a gunman who kidnapped two young children and persuaded him to lay down his arms.

She can't show these deeds to the people of the gold medal law firm.

She decided to write a formal resignation letter first.

She inserts the date at the end of the page, and then the email addresser, the acting agent director, Kai.

In the text, she wrote: "Dear Zhu Wu, this letter is for the confirmation of resignation. ”

Writing something like that makes her feel bad.

She has devoted ten years of her youth to the FBI.

At her age, other women have either married and had children, or started their own businesses, published their own, or traveled the world.

She's always worked hard to make herself a great agent, and now she's going to put it all behind.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in her eyes.

How stupid I was to sit alone in my office and cry at a broken computer. At this time, Fu Zhiqiang walked in.

He is a muscular man with neat short hair and a beard, and he is one or two years older than Zhu Yuting.

Like her, he didn't wear a formal suit, but tan chinos and a short-sleeved sweatshirt.

He earned a Ph.D. in linguistics and spent five years in the behavioral sciences group at the FBI College in Virginia.

His specialty is threat analysis.

He likes Zhu Yuting, and Zhu Yuting also likes him.

When he's with his male colleagues, he talks about men's topics, such as football, guns, cars, but when he's alone with Zhu Yuting, he pays attention to her and talks about her outfits and jewelry, just like girlfriends.

He had a folder in his hand. "Your earthquake threat case is nothing short of spectacular. As he spoke, his eyes shining with earnestness.

She blew her nose. He must have noticed that she was depressed, but he cleverly pretended not to notice.

And he went on to say, "I was going to put this on your desk, but it happened to be you, and it was great. ”

He apparently worked overtime late to get the report done. Zhu Yuting didn't want to tell him that she had resigned, so as not to pour cold water on him. "Sit casually. She said.

"Congratulations, you won the lawsuit today!"

"It would have been a lot of fun. But then he quarreled with Zhu Wu. ”

"Oh, he. Fu Zhiqiang clapped his hands and expressed disdain for their boss, "If you apologize well, he can't forgive you if he wants to, he can't do without you, you are too good." ”

It was also expected for her to say this, Fu Zhiqiang is generally more sympathetic.

It felt as if he already knew about her madness with Zhu Wu, but since he had heard about it, he should have known that she had resigned, so why did he report it to her?

She was curious, so she said, "Tell me how you analyze it." ”

"I couldn't figure it out for a while. He handed her a copy of the threatening letter on the online bulletin board.

"There's confusion over there, too. He added. In general, when this happens, he will definitely consult the behavioral science team first, and Zhu Yuting will understand his profession.

She had read the threatening letter, which Pete had in the folder he had given her, and she had read it again.

Sincerely, Governor

Hi!

I've heard that you care about pollution, you care about the environment, but look at your shameful behavior! So we're going to force you to act.

There's someone who can't see the light of day who is poisoning the earth, because you're so greedy, you have to stop it now!

We are the House of the Earth, the radical wing of the Green California movement, and we ask you to stop building nuclear power plants now. Halt all new developments!

You ask me what else is going on?

Otherwise, we will have an unprecedented earthquake exactly four weeks from now.

Attention! We mean it! Seriously!

She didn't see any ingenuity in the letter, but she knew that Fu Zhiqiang would dig up every word, every punctuation mark, and find meaning in it.

"What do you think?" He asked.

She thought for a minute: "I think the person who wrote this letter was a neurotic young student with oily hair, wearing a whitewashed T-shirt, sitting in front of a computer and fantasizing that he could make the world surrender. I don't know what I look like in the eyes of the world.

"Well, you're so wrong. Fu Zhiqiang said with a smile.

"The man who wrote the letter was a man of forty, with little education and a very low salary."

Zhu Yuting shook her head, with a strange expression. Fu Zhiqiang can always find evidence from where she can't see and draw conclusions that shock her. "How do you know?"

You can see it in his phrasing and sentence structure. Look at this greeting. Educated people don't write 'Hi' at the beginning of a letter, but 'Dear Sir'.

College graduates generally try to avoid using overly colloquial sentences when writing letters. ”

Zhu Yuting nodded and said, "In other words, what you are looking for is a forty-five-year-old blue-collar worker. It sounds so simple, but how can you be confused?"

"There is a contradiction in what it reflects. In addition to the two points I just mentioned, the other elements of the letter show that the writer is a young woman, and the words are spelled perfectly, and there is a semicolon in the first sentence, which indicates that the person who wrote the letter is somewhat educated. And there are a lot of exclamation points, indicating that the person who wrote the letter is a woman, sorry, Zhu Yuting, but this is a fact. ”