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Before he finished a cigarette, McGee heard a sound coming from the car, and one of his men rolled down the window and excitedly reported the news to him.

He and Frank were both in good spirits, throwing away the cigarettes in their hands, and the two of them turned around at the same time and walked to a Mercedes-Benz RV parked not far away.

"We just caught a special frequency, because the call time was too short, and it was too late to locate it, but it was around here, maybe even in the building, and it was a frequency that had never been seen before, and it was not filed with the Federal Communications Agency, so we can be sure that it should be them."

The person in charge of intelligence analysis and support is a young man, although he doesn't look very old, but McGee knows that he has not been in the bureau for a short time, and he can already be regarded as a senior secret service, so he naturally has no objections to his judgment.

"How long ago? I want an analysis of all the Chinese people in the building during this time period. And then, McGee's request left the analyst a little dumbfounded.

"All Chinese, are you sure?" After receiving an affirmative answer, he reluctantly beckoned his subordinates and began to use the images recorded by the camera for facial recognition and analysis, and it didn't take long for the analysis reports to spit out of the printer.

McGee and Frank stood in front of the printer, holding the reports that had come out, carefully analyzing each person's background, trying to find any suspicions, but it didn't take long for them to understand the analyst's doubts, because the data had been piled up in a thick bunch, completely beyond their expectations.

"So much? All of them are Chinese. No wonder he couldn't believe that the cost of this medical center, even in the United States, is staggering, and it is not the kind that ordinary people can afford, let alone Chinese.

"About 30% of them have just entered the country, they are from the Pacific Ocean, they are richer than me, we will focus on these people, and at the same time we have contacted the director of the East Asia region, so that they can help with the implementation, and the rest of these, some are doctors and nurses working in hospitals, and one is local Chinese, and their situation is simpler." The analyst's answer was decent and in line with the bureau's process, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"Frank, what is your point of view?"

The man who was looking at the information shook his head: "The information you sent yesterday, my people combed through it overnight, and found nothing suspicious, according to what you said, the target was admitted to this hospital three days ago, and most of the information has been treated here for a long time, and several people who meet the requirements have normal identity backgrounds, of course, they are currently under surveillance, but I don't feel that there will be any gains." ”

This is just a general data analysis, whether it is McKie himself, Frank and those people he brought, all of them are good at action, and the people in this car are analysts, but their manpower and energy are limited, in the face of such a large amount of work, it is impossible to draw any conclusions for a while, because their opponent is not a terrorist, but a large country with a considerable economy, and has rich and brutal experience in spy warfare.

Then we can only go back to the problem itself, McGee frowned, and looked at the analysis reports without saying a word, and gradually the reports became fewer and fewer, until one of them, which made him feel a little familiar, picked it up and looked at the photos taken by the camera, and suddenly remembered.

"What is this woman coming for?" The analyst tilted his head to look at it, and with a few mouse movements, he pulled up a copy of the data on the computer.

"Margaret. Chen, 65 years old, French, her husband Huron. Chen, a Canadian, six years older than her, died of illness three years ago, and they have a son, Chinese New Year's Eve, who is thirty-nine years old, married for more than a year, and has a four-month-old son, this woman, is her son's wife, Susan. Chen, whose Chinese name is Ding Wenxi. ”

"This Ding Wenjun flew in from Toronto three days ago with a passport, the purpose of which is a local company, she is the commercial representative of that company in Toronto, her family owns no more than 11 percent of the shares in that company, but it is not on the board of directors, there is no problem with the company's background, among which there are a few Chinese, and basically not in the leadership."

"What I'm asking is, what is she doing in this building?" McGee looked impatient, and his impatience made Frank look back.

"Yes, sir." The analyst quickened his tone: "According to the medical records, Margaret. Chen was diagnosed with cardiovascular congestion two months ago and needed bypass surgery, and I think Ding is here for this. ”

Two months ago? McGee muttered silently, two months ago there was no indication that the other party would take action, and he and the target he protected were still thousands of miles away on the West Coast, which should not be a problem, but he couldn't help but ask more.

"What floor is Ms. Margaret's hospital room?"

"Fourteenth Floor, Twenty-Sixth." The analysts' voices are flat, they are only responsible for giving the data, and as for the conclusions, that is the job of those above.

The floor plan of the entire fourteenth floor was in McGee's mind, and he naturally knew that this ward was located at the entrance of the stairs, just diagonally opposite the elevator door, and the woman walked over like this last time, and it seemed that there was nothing to be suspicious, after all, there was no need for any excuse for such a thing.

And the only thing that can be contacted is that she came the day after the target entered the hospital, could this also be a coincidence? McGee's sensitive heart is a little nervous, but the other party is not an ordinary Chinese woman, and she is not an American, which is the tricky part.

The United States and Canada are good enough to wear a pair of pants, just like conjoined twins, but no matter how close they are, they are also two countries, and things between countries will cause a big mess if they don't get it right, not to mention that they are still such hardcore allies, and he doesn't want to bury the second half of his life because of a little suspicion of chasing the wind and shadows.

But this result gave him another hint, so under the gaze of the analysts and Frank, the old man, who was over fifty years old and almost sixty, waved his arms and shouted loudly.

"Damn, how could I forget about Canada, they don't need a visa to enter the country, the immigration bureau can't find the information there, check, you must check, all the people who entered the United States with Canadian passports three days ago, maybe, the people we are looking for are hidden in it."

"This ......," the analyst stammered, but he didn't spell out the words 'you're crazy', what a huge number of people on the U.S.-Canada border every day, and there is not even a standard, that would mean a lot of work to do, it's not crazy.

"McGee." Frank pulled him aside and lowered his voice: "You can't just embarrass these boys, don't forget, the NSA has more resources than us, and they are even better at this kind of thing." ”

"You mean 'Prism'?" Thanks to decades of contact with Chinese men, McGee immediately reacted to such an off-string sound: "Frank, you are such a genius. ”

Frank smiled faintly and put his documents back, the printer had stopped working, and although there were no valuable clues found in these materials, they would also be added to the file and preserved as a supplement to this operation.

"Isn't there anything to say about that anomalous frequency?" McGee spun around in the car for a while, everyone was busy, looking at the data that kept jumping on the screen, and he had to pin his hopes on the problem itself.

"A rare frequency, the time to appear is less than two seconds, we analyze that it should be an audio, but unfortunately, the intercepted data shows that it is encrypted, this kind of password is very strong, and generally only the military will use it, so we will judge that the target has appeared."

"There's no way to decipher?" McGee was clearly not interested in the principle.

"The other side set up a kind of self-healing firewall, and after comparison, I found that it has a striking resemblance to a certain signal frequency that we intercepted over the South China Sea more than ten years ago, and I tried to replace it with a new model to bypass the application layer, but it mutated."

"Mutation? What do you mean. McGee sensitively grasped the key to this.

"It means that it got rid of the original wall site and built another layer directly in front of me, you know that the Chinese people are very fond of building walls, they were keen on this thousands of years ago."

The analyst's analogy is vivid, but McGee doesn't find it ridiculous at all, indicating that the other party's technology has advanced by leaps and bounds for more than a decade, and the other party is unaware of it.

"Don't worry, McGee, at least we can be sure that they're coming, aren't they?" Frank's words calmed him down, indeed, this is not some terrorist or organization, but a contest between the two largest countries in the world, and there is no possibility of overnight success.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." McGee glanced at his watch, "How about a drink while you have time, and let the lads have something to eat." ”

Frank was noncommittal and got out of the car, it was still early, whether the other party would make a move, it was difficult to say now, because their target was still in the car, as for when to go upstairs, it was obvious that McGee had his own plans.

In a little while, it will be dark, and the night in New York may be different.