In order to welcome the new director, a morning meeting was held, and it was finally over.

He held several meetings to welcome the new director in a year, which is unprecedented in the history of the CIA, and it is estimated that there will be no one to come after him.

Daley ripped off the tie around his neck and slumped on the couch.

After all, when you are older, such a high-intensity meeting is really a bit unbearable.

I think that at the beginning, when he first entered the CIA, in order to track the terrorists, he lay down in the ravine and squatted for two days and two nights.

Now, even if he doesn't sleep for a day, he can't stand it, and age is not forgiving!

When I close my eyes, my right eye is always beating, and I always feel like something is going to happen.

What the hell is going on! My memory is really bad!

Qu fingers knocked on the desk, and the rhythmic sound made him recall little by little what had happened in the past few days.

Suddenly, he swished out of his chair and stood up.

By the way, last night, I sent an action team to arrest Zhang Yi, and in terms of time, there should have been news a long time ago.

It is understandable that no one dares to disturb themselves in the morning meeting, but there is no news until now, so it is absolutely abnormal.

I picked up the phone and called the person in charge of the action team, and the phone was connected, but no one answered the phone.

Daley took out his address book, followed the phone number above, and dialed it back again, until the phone timed out and hung up, and still no one answered the phone.

Daley, who did not believe in evil, called all the people in the action team, but the result was the same, the phone could be connected, but in the end it was overtime and hung up.

The green tendons on Daley's head burst out little by little.

An ominous premonition hung over his head.

This is not scientific! In China, a well-trained action group cannot quietly disappear.

Even if the target is captured, the individual force value is very high, and it is impossible to get all the action groups with guns.

No matter how high the force value is, when you encounter a hot weapon, it is also a show commander who meets a soldier, which is unreasonable.

But why, all of them can't be contacted!

An impatient Daley, walking around the office, like ants on a hot pan.

There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

Daley picked up the phone and thought for a moment before asking the secretary to notify Mike to come and see him.

This matter was done by himself to his henchmen, he didn't want to let others know about it, in case the news leaked and those hateful paparazzi knew, he would be in trouble.

After putting down the phone, I took a sip of water, sat down in my office chair, and eased my mind.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Then, Mike walked in.

"Director, you're looking for me!"

"Mike, you immediately go to the location of Zhang Yi's company and check why, the action team I sent to arrest yesterday has no news!"

"Okay, Director, I got it!"

"Turn around, and you're leaving. ”

"Wait a minute!"

Mike looked at Daley strangely, the deputy director of the CIA who climbed up from the bottom, he has always given people the feeling that he is desperate, and today he doesn't know how, hesitating everywhere, unlike his usual style.

After a deep groan, Daley then ordered: "When you go, bring a few more people, bring weapons, and be careful of the other party's resistance!"

Mike was a little disappreciative in his heart, on the land of Sam's Country, would anyone dare to attack the CIA?

Nodding his head and understanding, Mike left the office.

Looking at the closed door, Daley's impatience was also somewhat relieved.

From the CIA's Langley headquarters in Virginia to Silicon Valley in California, spanning most of Sam's Country, even in the name of the mission, took a military transport plane, Mike and his party tossed for a long time to arrive in Silicon Valley.

The information shows very clearly that the temporary location of Zhang Yi's company is the building in front of him.

At this time in now, there are very few vehicles on the street, a Chevrolet sedan, a large SUV parked downstairs, looking at the thick private glass of the SUV, Mike knows that this SUV must be the vehicle used by the CIA operation team.

He walked up to the car, knocked on the window glass, and waited for a while, but there was no movement at all.

Mike casually pulled the car door, but unexpectedly, the door was directly opened.

He was stunned, the car door was not even locked.

In the rear compartment of the SUV, the computer is still on, and the files on the desktop are still neatly placed, not a little messy, as if a few people just went out to eat together, this idea is reasonable, think about it, but it is absolutely weird.

Shaking his head, Mike tossed the unrealistic fantasy aside.

It's simply impossible, the action team won't be left unguarded with equipment, even if it's a novice who has just entered the industry, and won't make such a mentally retarded mistake.

After closing the car door and signaling to one of his subordinates behind him to guard the car, Mike led the people into the office building.

The building is very clean, several floors are still empty, and they are not rented out.

The third floor was one of the empty floors, and when he passed by, he glanced at the third floor a few times, but he didn't find anything wrong.

I just don't know why, there is a maintenance sign at the door of the bathroom.

The fourth floor is a law firm, there are not many people, and there are no anomalies.

The fifth floor was empty.

And the sixth floor is the location of his suspected target, Zhang Yi's company.

At a glance from a distance, the company was full of people, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Mike couldn't figure out what the problem was, a few big living people with guns disappeared so gently, waving his hand, not taking a cloud with him.

It's like evaporating out of thin air.

Scratching his head, Mike looked at the ceiling in confusion.

He tapped his head, and suddenly he thought of something, picked up the phone, and dialed a friend at headquarters.

"My dear Jasika, can you do me a small favor?"

"Mike, what are you stabbing again!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll go back and invite you to dinner. ”

"That's fine, what do you need me to do for you?"

"Help me locate this guy Quinta and see where his phone is?"

"Dear Mike, the position of a colleague in the Positioning Bureau is not allowed, you should understand that I can't help you with this favor. ”

"Don't worry, Director Daley will give you the authorization in a while!"

"With Mr. Director's authorization, of course that's fine. ”

After a while, Mike's mobile phone, with a drip, received a text message.

The above is an address, but how does this address feel so familiar!

patted his head, he immediately came to his senses, damn, the address is this office building, as for what floor it is, he can only find it himself.

After thinking about it, Mike rang the phone of the operation team leader Quinta and instructed his subordinates to listen to the phone ringing from the fifth floor to the first floor.

When he walked to the third floor, he heard the ringing of the telephone in the empty building, and following the sound, the group walked to the door of the bathroom.

Looking at the maintenance sign standing at the door, a chill rose in Mike's heart. The people of the action group, are they all finished?

He motioned for his men to put on white gloves and pushed open the bathroom door, startled by what he saw.