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According to Liu Wei's instructions, Tony lit a fire in the state detention jail the next day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cause of the prison brawl that shocked the news media was simple: While standing in line for lunch, Tony got into an argument with a black gang of drug dealers, and the two got into a fight.

After a brawl with the thugs, Tony chose to fight cheaply.

By the time the guards arrived, Tony had already smashed the guy's head on a dinner plate and poked a plastic fork into the eye socket of another black inmate.

Because Douglas had already said hello, the prison guards did not punish Tony severely, but took several black prisoners away.

As a result, a group of black and Mexican prisoners took the lead in the trouble, and then spread to the white prisoners, and the prison guards had no control over the situation and had to dispatch riot police.

Because of this incident, there is no way to talk about Tony's commutation.

Two days later, the state court officially opened the trial, and Tony was sentenced to 25 years in prison for illegal drug possession, and the judge announced on the spot that he would be sent to federal prison because of his bad behavior in the state detention jail.

There are federal prisons in every state in the United States, and the one that treats drug dealers the most is certainly High Point, North Carolina.

Tony's destination is High Point.

In order to make sure that nothing went wrong on the road, Liu Wei asked Batavia to rush to High Point with a few people to see Tony enter the federal prison.

Two days after Tony was imprisoned, Liu Wei and Zhou Yulong took Takeuchi Kotone and four others to North Carolina.

Dian Bin didn't follow, he had to stay in Reno to take charge of the work.

The gray-backed jackal didn't go over either, because there was something more important to do.

The day after coming to the United States, the gray-backed jackal received a message from Li Tingxuan, learning that Zhang Jinnan was likely to be exposed, and asked him to think of something here.

Now, Liu Wei's guess has been confirmed.

Rickel did find a clue and is pursuing it with all his might.

If he is allowed to continue to investigate, Zhang Jinnan will definitely be finished. This is still a trivial matter, as long as Zhang Jinnan confesses Liu Wei and them, the CIA will be able to obtain conclusive evidence. Even if Zhang Jinnan escaped, the CIA could conclude that the mainland intelligence agencies were doing the trick.

Li Tingxuan's intention is clear: he must find a way to terminate the CIA's investigation.

To this end, Li Tingxuan provided a very important piece of information: it is very likely that Rickel did not incorporate the investigation of Zhang Jinnan into the CIA's standard procedures.

That is, Rickel did not tell anyone else about it, and even Turner did not know.

Why did Rickel do this?

Li Tingxuan didn't explain, and the gray-backed jackal didn't ask much.

As deputy chief in charge of intelligence operations, Rickel had enough authority not to report to Turner if he didn't feel the need to follow normal procedures to open an investigation.

Maybe this guy wants to do it alone and replace Turner.

Regardless, this is good news, at least let the Greyback Jackal know that if they act in time and shut up Rickel, the crisis can be defused.

At this point, Rickel's investigative work did make great progress.

By arranging an internal line with Taiwan's National Defense and Security Bureau, Ricker obtained two extremely important pieces of information: one is that Zhang Jinnan was the head of the Hong Kong branch of the Security Bureau before returning to Taiwan, and the other is that before Zhang Jinnan became the director, the Security Bureau did not hire a temporary intelligence agent named Liu Wei.

No matter how stupid Rickel is, he can see the problem.

Zhang Jinnan must have known Liu Wei in Hong Kong, and then hired Liu Wei, but did not report to his superiors, and Liu Wei went to Yuben as a spy of Taiwan's National Defense Security Bureau.

It is enough to prove that Liu Wei is a mainland spy agent, and Zhang Jinnan has been rebelled by the mainland.

This can also explain why Zhang Jinnan will be hesitant when Rickel mentions those things in the book.

Ricker still did not act rashly and did not even tell the CIA agents operating in Taiwan about his thoughts, but decided to go to Taipei himself.

If you can't find Damu Ronggu, Zhang Jinnan is the only clue to investigate.

Rickel will not underestimate the capabilities of the mainland's intelligence agencies, otherwise Hong Kong would not have been turned around in the first place, and he must ensure that nothing goes wrong.

For this, Rickel did not even tell anyone else about it.

Because he is an intelligence officer, Ricker does not have to worry about passports and visas, he just needs to pack his luggage and buy a plane ticket.

When he arrives in Taipei, someone from the CIA will come to pick him up and pass through the visa-free channel.

After arranging the work in the bureau, Rickel went home and packed his luggage.

He has been divorced for many years, his children have grown up, and he lives alone in a modest house in the town of Wellenton. Because the town of Willenton is located between Langley and the District of Columbia, most of the people who live here are political axe workers, as well as many CIA employees.

The CIA is an intelligence agency, but not all of them are spies and agents, and most of them are ordinary political axe workers.

Ricker's house is unremarkable, almost identical to the rest of the houses. The only difference is that the surrounding neighbors are specially arranged agents by the bureau.

The security doesn't look very tight, but it's absolutely safe.

Anyone who wants to deal with Rickel must first know which house he lives in, and second, they must avoid the agents around him.

If there is a big movement, Rickel will definitely run away. The movement is small, and it can't deal with the surrounding agents.

This security deployment was very satisfying to Rickel, and he had never bothered about security for more than a decade, and no one knew he lived here except for the agents who were secretly protecting him.

Even so, Rickel still maintains good safety habits, such as sticking a silk thread in the crack of the door when going out.

Parking the car outside the garage, Rickel got out of the car with a briefcase containing personal belongings.

Even as the deputy commissioner of the C.I.A., Ricker does not have the authority to take sensitive information home. This is the most basic principle of confidentiality, after all, there is certainly no CIA headquarters security at home.

After checking the threads on the seams of the door and finding that no one had touched them, Rickel opened the door.

Seeing Rickel enter the house, the hostess of the house on the left, a female agent of the CIA, put away the sprinklers for watering the flowers and went back to the house.

Not far away, two male agents in the sedan also watched Ricker enter the house, and then opened the newspaper.

There was no surveillance in the house, after all, this was Rickel's home, and it was his only private place. As long as the security outside is in place, there is no need to install surveillance equipment in his home.

Throwing the briefcase on the couch, Rickel went to the bathroom on the first floor to take a shower.

The bathroom faucet on the second floor was broken, and it was too busy during this time, so I haven't been able to find someone to fix it.

After putting on his bathrobe, Rickel went upstairs into the bedroom, where he stuffed some change of underwear and a coat into a suitcase that wasn't too big.

More than a decade ago, his wife did all of this, but after the divorce, Rickel was used to packing his own bags.

After packing his luggage, Rickel went to the study to get his passport.

Like the heads of other intelligence agencies, Ricker has more than a dozen passports, all under pseudonyms, but all through official channels.

In addition to your passport, you should also bring some cash.

Not too much, a thousand dollars is enough.

Although there is not much opportunity to spend money, you always have to bring some money with you when you go out.

When he entered, Rickel didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, and it wasn't until he walked to his desk and turned around that he noticed a person standing behind the door.

Stunned, Rickel opened the drawer.

Pressed under the passport was a Colt ACP-LW pistol with six rounds of ammunition inside.

Unfortunately, it was empty, the passport was gone, and the gun was missing.

Unfortunately, the man standing behind the door had a gun in his hand and pulled the trigger when Rickel reached out. Instead of a bullet, an arrow-shaped dart was fired.

The sound of the high-pressure air spraying is very faint, much quieter than the sound of gunfire, and it does not travel far.

The dart stabbed Rickel in the neck, and the fraction of a gram of venom contained in the hollow arrow quickly poured into Rickel's body and mixed into his blood.

The man walked over, and the last thing Rickel saw was an Oriental face.

It's none other than the Greyback Jackal.

After holding Ricker, the Greyback Jackal placed him in a chair and quickly removed the air gun that fired the dart, scattering the parts onto the bookshelves.

Then, he lifted the backpack behind the door and took out a high-pressure gas cylinder-like device.

Once plugged in, the device starts charging.

The gray-backed jackal glanced at his watch, put away all the paper documents in the study, and took them to the bathroom on the second floor, where they all burned out.

After finishing it, the gray-backed jackal found that the bathroom faucet was broken.

He had to go to the first floor to bring a bucket of water, pour it into the bathtub, and stir it with a brush that poked the toilet bowl until the ashes mixed with the water into a black paste.

At this time, there was a buzz in the study, and the electric light flashed a few times before going out.

The gray-backed jackal walked over to the window and glanced outside. Within a radius of five kilometers, all the street lights and electric lights in the houses were extinguished, and the transformer at the intersection exploded.

The effect of EMP is really good, and all the electrical equipment in this range is scrapped at once.

The anomaly immediately alarmed the surrounding neighbors, as well as the two agents at the intersection.

The gray-backed jackal didn't waste any more time, took out the CIA certificate in his pocket and hung it on his chest, and walked downstairs towards the back door.

By the time he reached the back door, two agents disguised as civilians had arrived.

"The director is inside, I'll cover you!" The gray-backed jackal is not panicked at all and is very sophisticated.

The two agents were presumably having dinner, so it was uncertain if anyone had arrived before them. Besides, the agents who secretly protect Rickel change every month and don't know each other.

The gray-backed jackal pushed the door open, and the two immediately rushed inside.

Subsequently, two more agents arrived.

At this time, more than a dozen agents had already arrived outside the front door.

Not long after, there was a messy sound of footsteps in the house, and someone was calling the emergency center on the phone.

Five minutes later, an ambulance arrived, along with the town's police and a group of federal agents living nearby.

The situation is very chaotic, everyone is looking for the assassin, and no one notices the gray-backed jackal with the CIA agent identification badge on it.

When a senior agent arrived, a search and alert operation was deployed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the gray-backed jackal slipped out and left this troubled place.

(To be continued)