Eight o'clock in the evening.

Wolf saw Zhang Chen pull his parents and drive away from Palo Alto, creeping into Zhang Chen's detached house in Menlo Park.

Wolf had already infiltrated the bug once when he installed it, and this was the second time, so he was naturally familiar with it. In addition, the current monitoring facilities are not advanced enough, and there are many dead ends, so Wolf easily pried open a window and got in.

The room was pitch black, giving Wolf a sense of security, and Wolf pulled out his SureFire flashlight and swept it around.

The decoration in the room was not luxurious, just the ordinary decoration of an ordinary American home, but there were three or four hundred dollars in the tea tray on the dining table, and Wolf was unmoved, went straight to the door of the study, and gently pushed it.

Wolf held a flashlight in his left hand, stretched out his right hand into his arms, and looked at it vigilantly, well, it should be safe.

The layout in the study room is even simpler, and the desk in the middle square is very conspicuous.

Where did the kid put the documents he was talking about? Judging from the other party's conversation, he didn't have any precautions, so the possibility of putting them in a hidden place is very low.

But if documents are important, they don't just throw them around.

The reason why Wolf is very interested in the so-called documents is mainly because he overheard Zhang Chen's second phone call and said the word particle accelerator in Chinese.

After Wolf knew what these words meant, he couldn't help but feel excited, you know, the United States' technological blockade of China has always existed, and the nerves are extremely sensitive, Wolfe's first thought - technological espionage.

Therefore, he said that he would come and find this document anyway, and as for whether to keep it in his hands as a handle or actually report it, he hadn't figured it out yet, but in the end, it was a worthwhile risk.

Wolf searched the entire room, but found nothing, and he became more and more convinced that there must be something wrong with the so-called document, that it must have been hidden.

Where?

Wolf held his hand on the workbench and fell into a deep groan, his fingers unconsciously tapping twice on the table.

If it was in the movie, if there was someone in the room, there must have been a gun stuck under the table. The plot of The Godfather suddenly appeared in Wolfe's mind, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

!! under the table! How could I forget such a simple place? It seems that it was really dark under the lamp.

The structure of this table is very simple, with four solid wood legs supporting a tabletop, no filing cabinets, no drawers, and no different from an ordinary dining table, except that it is square.

Wolf's eyes flickered, and he bent down to look at the back of the table.

Sure enough, a document bag was glued to the back of the desk.

The desk is one meter eight square, and the document bag is glued in the center, and it is really not easy to tear it just by bending over.

Wolf burrowed under the desk and tore it hard, stabbing and tearing the file bag off from under the table.

Great! No one is going to hide useless stuff here, and the contents of this bag must be very important, even if it has nothing to do with particle accelerators, and it must involve some of the kid's secrets.

Wolf was about to open the file bag to take a look, when he heard the sound of what seemed to be a strange soo, and Wolf's heart tightened, and he rolled on the ground, and rolled out from under the table.

"Don't move! If you move again, you'll shoot!" a deep voice sounded in his ear.

Wolf didn't bother to think about how the man appeared, and bounced off the ground, trying to jump out of the window to escape.

Before he could run to the window, there was a "biu" sound, and a bullet grazed his ear and went into the wall.

"The next bullet, I won't deliberately shoot it crooked, and you look out the window. The deep voice said with a slight joking behind it.

In the moonlight, two figures appeared outside the window, both heavily armed, each holding an M16 and pointing it at himself through the window.

"It's over. Wolf knew he had fallen into a trap.

With a snap, Wolf shuddered, and then the lights in the room turned on.

"Turn around slowly, yes, take out the things in your arms and throw them on the ground, and the one around your waist, yes, even the Colt, take it out and kick it at me, don't play tricks. ”

After Wolf slowly turned around according to the other party's request, he found that the other party blocked three people at the door, led by a bald man wearing body armor, and several people were extremely standard in both gun action and standing posture, and at first glance they had received extremely strict professional training, and there was almost no possibility of taking the road from the main gate.

"Who are you, why are you following me?" a voice came from behind the bald man, a voice familiar to Wolfe, the same voice that he had heard countless times in his headphones.

Wolf was silent, and Zhang Chen said in a relaxed tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, this is private territory, you trespass into private houses, and you also carry offensive weapons, I can kill you at any time, you think about it yourself." ”

Wolf slowly spoke: "I am from the CIA, and I have been ordered to do some investigation on you, and there is no malicious intent. If you hurt me, you will face sanctions from the U.S. government. Moreover, my actions were reported, and if something happened, you were the first to suspect it!"

Zhang Chen was curious: "Oh, the CIA people, what evidence do you have?"

Wolf reluctantly took out an identity card from his arms and threw it over according to Thomas's instructions, Thomas took it and looked at it, nodded to Zhang Chen and said, "It's the CIA's ID." ”

Zhang Chen took Wolf's ID card from Thomas's hand and played with it twice, "947RG? This is your number?" Zhang Chen asked curiously, "Then why did the CIA pay attention to me? When did the CIA have the right to illegally enter the homes of American residents with legal residency to conduct searches?"

Wolf still didn't speak, Zhang Chen waved his hand: "Thomas, call the San Francisco Police Department, just say that I have a person here who claims to be a CIA agent who entered private territory without permission to conduct an illegal search, and by the way, notify the media." ”

Wolf's heart tightened: "If this is the case, your spy for Huaxia will also be exposed." ”

"Spy for Huaxia?" Zhang Chen showed a surprised expression, "What evidence do you have that you dare to slander me like this?"

Wolf raised the bag of documents in his hand, "This is the evidence. ”

Zhang Chen sneered: "Okay, since you are so concerned about my family's utility bill, you can just come to the door and ask for it, why be so sneaky?"

Wolfe's face changed, and he hurriedly opened the file bag, and damn it, it was a pile of bills from the power supply company and the water supply company, looking at the date and last year, it is estimated that even the previous homeowner's bills were in it.

Wolf wanted to slap himself twice, but now, how did he not know that this was a game set up for himself from beginning to end? When this group of people appeared just now, he found out that something was wrong, how could he be so stupid to believe that the document bag in his hand was evidence?

How was it exposed? Could it be that Dole betrayed himself?

But the plan itself was proposed by him, is he trying to kill people with a knife?

Wolfe's mind was in turmoil, and all kinds of unreliable speculations came and went in his mind.

(End of chapter)