It was the most lavish dinner Eric and Chiko had ever had. Hard-to-buy Elmas caviar, Italian Alba white truffles, Brasil "seafood treasure" curry, Kraft and beef eye steak, Alpine matsutake and a glass of French 1788 red wine that sells for £5,000. Although Eric did not take advantage of Jefferson's presidency, Jefferson's simple life philosophy and bad habit of pushing himself and others led to Edric's frequent complaints.

After dinner, Monica leads Chiko and Eric to their respective rooms, while Caitlyn is left alone in the living room by the terrible Thatch. Thatch lit a cigarette and sat on the red couch of rhinoceros skin, his eyes of different sizes like two different sieves filtering Caitlin's bits and pieces. Caitlin tried her best to keep herself normal, trying to hide the intense crampedness and uneasiness inside.

"Now you have a new mission. Thatch spoke.

"Yes, sir. Caitlin instinctively straightened her back and folded her legs.

"Watch that detective kid, I want his every move. Thatch exhaled a puff of white smoke, "Then you will obey me directly, and you will contact me in one line until the mission is over." ”

"I don't understand, sir. Caitlin finally mustered up her courage.

"What don't you understand? Do you need to understand!" Thatch snuffed out the cigarette butt, "Wow~", the smoke extinguished in a long voice, as if to snuff out Catelyn's courage.

"This, this is contrary to the spirit of the Special Intelligence Division of Country E, sir. Caitlyn felt a sense of suffocation.

Thatch stared into Catelyn's eyes, then lit another cigarette and took a deep breath. By this time, Caitlin's palms had oozed cold sweat, and she had seen the horror of Thatch's anger, the indescribable oppression, and even those who watched would feel as if they were being swept into the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean—the feeling of suffocation without oxygen, the pressure of the deep sea—that could drive people to the brink of a nervous breakdown at every moment.

"I'm glad that you can stick to the spirit and bottom line of the six special intelligence departments of country E, but your thinking is too narrow, this is not only the internal affairs of the Nicholas school, old Puffre also has mastered the formula of Dora's reagent, which is an important secret for us. Thatch spoke harshly, but didn't seem to rebuke Caitlin, "If other nations and hostile organizations know that we have the finished product of Dora's Reagent, do you think they are preparing a box of cigarettes to congratulate us, or are they using endless attacks and plots to force us to give up the exclusive rights of Dora's Reagent?" ”

After hearing this, Caitlin suddenly realized that this drug that can control the world of memory has an unknown but very broad development prospect, and once it is leaked, it will undoubtedly set off a huge world storm. From a historical point of view, the shadow surrounding nuclear weapons has been lingering since its birth, from the Cuban nuclear crisis during the Cold War in the last century, the Chernobyl nuclear accident, to the Iranian nuclear issue in this century, the nuclear crisis on the Korean Peninsula, and the Fukushima nuclear leak in Japan.

"I'm sorry, sir, I~I shouldn't~" Caitlyn was deeply ashamed of her ignorance and impulsiveness.

"That's the kind of perseverance you should have, or I'd have told you to fuck off. Thatch, though heartfelt at Caitlin's actions, was still reluctant to forgive.

In another space of the castle, Chiko was dressed in Mrs. Hudson's ice silk pajamas, lying comfortably on the bed, typing a report to Director Thompson on the keyboard. Although Chiko was almost certain that her director, one of the masterminds of the Paris underground tunnel incident, must have known the ins and outs of the affair better than she did, she took the report seriously and did not have to do so.

"Have you slept?" said Mrs. Hudson's warm greeting from outside the door.

"No—" Chiko immediately closed her notebook and rushed to the door.

"Sorry to interrupt your work. Mrs. Hudson looked at the notebook closed on the bed, and guessed that the old man's daughter, like her father, had to be meticulous in everything.

"No, you~ you also know, in fact, what has happened in the past few days, I~ I don't fully understand, maybe my dear Director Thompson knows better than I know. Chiko was a little ashamed.

"You've done a great job, just like your father, meticulously. Mrs. Hudson comforted, noting that the letter on the bed-table—sent to her by Jefferson—did not appear to have been opened, "The letter ......"

Chiko glanced at the letter on the bedtable, and after the discussion in the castle living room, Mrs. Hudson handed the letter next to the photograph to Chiko, and told her that it was the answer she wanted. However, when Chiko's finger touched the letter that had passed through the ages, a sudden wave of panic suddenly appeared in his heart. She remembered her mother's thoughts of leaning against the door day and night, the tears of her affection for this man before she died, and the embarrassment of asking and being asked countless times who her father was......

"Is this really the answer I want in this letter?" Chiko wondered in a panic, what could the answer to this letter, which is known as the most peaceful president in the history of country K—a man who stood at the top of world power—a father who abandoned his wife and daughter—a shadow that had haunted, resented, and cursed her and her mother for more than ten years?

"I know your mother, though...... I'm so sorry...... She didn't know me, but I thought she was a great woman. Mrs. Hudson gently pulled Chiko out of her panache, "Child, many times, feelings are like a haha mirror, and any fact will be distorted in front of it. And the only weapon to break it is your courage to accept the truth. Mrs. Hudson walked over to the bedside and handed the letter into Chiko's hand again.

When Chiko was in the secret service training camp, there was a cruel training that all the trainees were locked up in a small closed black room, and then all kinds of inhumane tragedies were played on a loop, such as massacres, rapes, and abuse...... There is also a walkie-talkie in the small dark room, which can command you to answer the details in the picture at any time. Three days later, when Chiko was on the verge of collapse, the bell rang abruptly, and Chiko rushed out of the small dark room like crazy, and when the first light outside the house shone into her eyes, Chiko lost consciousness. Afterwards, Chiko realized how lucky he was, and this training eliminated a third of the trainees, some of them went crazy, some committed suicide in the small dark room, and some ...... However, compared to the letter in his hand, Chiko suddenly felt that this training had become insignificant.

Mrs. Hudson sighed softly and comforted, "It is indeed very cruel to let you accept so much at once. Get a good night's sleep first, and this letter will be delivered to you. With that, Mrs. Hudson left Chiko's room.