Hoover, the father of the FBI.

Will, the god of the CIA.

Unlike Hoover, Paswell was very low-key, rarely seen in the public eye, and spent most of his life in his office. However, his influence is no less than that of the once high-spirited Hoover, and the main reason why he can still get so much power in today's era is that he has never been involved in any power circle, and he only works to protect the security of the US national territory, so the various factions will rest assured that he will hold the power of the CIA.

Paswell not only has a very high influence in the United States, but also has a god-like existence in international intelligence agencies and international terrorist organizations, just like Guan Gong's status in the heart of the old boy.

And this person who is called the king of intelligence also has information that he can't get, that is Satan, it is Chen Fengxi!

Due to the stupidity of his subordinates, not only did the video footage of Chen Fengxi's interrogation disappear, but Paswell could only find Satan's whereabouts with a photo of half of his body.

The overwhelming intelligence network gave him feedback only to confirm that Satan was Chinese.

China is a place of love and hate for him.

What he loves is that they will never make trouble with the United States, and what he hates is that the United States never knows if they will find trouble with itself. From this point of view alone, the contest between the two countries in the field of intelligence warfare is not comparable.

"Sir, may I ask what's going on?"

When Chen Fengxi was upset by Paswell's appearance, Anne Jessica stepped forward.

Her actions not only surprised Chen Fengxi, but also surprised Paswell.

"Colonel Anne, do you know what you're talking about?"

Facing Paswell, who was not angry and arrogant, Anne bent her spine nervously, but unexpectedly, she still made a weak voice: "Sir, he came here to help me, so I want to know why you arrested him." ”

Paswell said coldly, "Do you think I need to explain it to you?" ”

"Nope! But I want to know why you're arresting my buddy! Anne looked up stubbornly and looked at Paswell with considerable confidence.

"Since you want to know so much, come along!" After staring for a moment to see that Anne's head was still not lowered, Paswell turned to leave.

Anne grabbed Chen Fengxi's arm in front of the two agents, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who bothered you." ”

Chen Fengxi, who was still a little nervous, couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and when her boss wanted to catch herself, Annie Jessica stood beside her without hesitation, and she had to admit that this woman was not an ordinary stupid, but he liked it!

Unexpectedly, Paswell, who came to arrest Chen Fengxi, only drove his office car.

Looking at the extended Lincoln, Chen Fengxi began to be a little confused.

"What, do you still need me to ask you to get in the car?" As he bent into the car, Paswell made a displeased sound.

The two hurriedly sat in the car.

It was strange enough to drive only one car, and the two bodyguards didn't sit in the back with them, which was even more strange, and Chen Fengxi could basically conclude that Paswell didn't really want to arrest him.

Paswell had a poker face all the way, but it could be seen from the destination where the car stopped that things were as Chen Fengxi expected.

The fort erected by the sea is pleasant to be amazed by the craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

Led by Paswell, the two entered the hall of a world-class museum.

One of the most eye-catching is Van Gogh's "Sand Dune" and "Woman Mending Fishing Nets on the Dune" on the wall facing the gate, Chen Fengxi couldn't help but step forward to take a closer look, and when he was sure that this was Van Gogh's authentic handiwork, he couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "Aren't these two paintings in the hands of Sir Opperman?" How could it be ......"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Fengxi was stunned by the "Luo Shen Futu" and the "Guanyin with Lotus Seeds" next to him that he saw when he tilted his head.

"This ...... How can it be! Chen Fengxi stepped forward with an incredulous look on his face and looked at these two national treasures that should have belonged to China, and after confirming them again and again, he was sure that they were genuine, but why did they appear here?

"Roselle Futu" should be in the Freer and Sackler Art Museums, and "Guanyin with Lotus Seeds" should be in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, he has been to both places, he has seen these two treasures there, and he is sure that the treasures he saw there are real, how did this priceless treasure end up in Paswell's hands? And most importantly, how did they end up in Cuba?

"And many more!" Paswell casually pointed around, and following his fingers, Chen Fengxi went from shock to horror.

On the walls, on the floor, on the windowsill and even on the door, there are national treasures of various countries that should have stayed in the museum, and to put it bluntly, everything in this room is the historical evolution of human artistic civilization!

Chen Fengxi looked at Paswell blankly: "You are looking for me...... What exactly is it going to do? ”

Bringing Chen Fengxi to this kind of place obviously can't be for show.

But isn't it for show, why let him come to see these things?

Paswell said expressionlessly: "You go and see if they are real or fake." ”

Chen Fengxi, who was originally sure that they were all genuine, couldn't help but doubt his judgment when he heard this, and hurriedly stepped forward again to take a closer look.

He can't be sure of the treasures of other countries, but he can still recognize China's national treasures.

Whether it is the late Shang Dynasty's "Zimu Elephant Zun" or the early Western Zhou Dynasty's "Tiger Zun", or even the "Zizhi Bird Zun" in the Spring and Autumn Period, it is true!

The more he watched it, the more incredible Chen Fengxi felt.

The more incredible it is, the more Chen Fengxi wants to continue watching.

So much so that in the end, he completely forgot where he was, and sometimes he was amazed and sometimes regretted, and he became a cultural relics worker.

"Have you seen enough?"

It wasn't until Paswell's voice sounded behind him that Chen Fengxi came out of the shock brought to him by these national treasures, and he said with admiration: "I know a lot of people who like to collect, and I personally like to collect, but the people who can get these things, I'm afraid no one can do it except you." ”

"They're all fake!" Paswell said lukewarmly.

"What?" Chen Fengxi's eyes widened in amazement, and he said with a look of suspicion: "How is this possible, although I am studying medicine, but I have studied art appreciation by myself, I dare not say that I can be 100% accurate, but it is impossible to be 100% wrong, right?" ”

Paswell's face slowly sank, and he said meaningfully: "This is what I came to you for!" ”