Life means different things to everyone, so people in the world will have different beliefs.

Of course, Romen also has faith.

His belief is that it is best to do what you like, whether voluntarily or forced.

He knew that he joined the Army Intelligence Service not to serve the people, but to serve the state apparatus. A little common sense will know that the people only need to be enslaved and not served, because they do not have the ability and power. The more we study the so-called isms, the more we spurn the political slogans. There has never been such a thing as serving the people, and all people can do is try to plan for themselves. If a person must have a job, then he must find one that can bring him the greatest benefit. If someone benefits from his work, that's not what he intended.

This profession gives him a sense of accomplishment and superiority, and he likes it.

But now the situation has changed. Romen is questioning his future.

Rommon never proclaimed his ideas to others, and he was always one of the silent ones in such matters. He is a military man, and it is enough to obey the orders of his superiors. But at the same time, he is also aware that over time, his thinking may change one day in the future, and he may even think that everything he once embraced is nothing more than a pile of garbage. This scenario is also very likely. At that time, he will definitely not force himself to do something he is not willing to do.

Even the Army.

But now, he knew that he couldn't choose a way out for himself, even though he was tired of his current life.

He's now sitting on a Northwest Airlines Wave 767 flying from Rockfall to Washington. When passing through customs, he presented a passport that indicated that he was a Japanese named Shinzo Tanaka. This is a real passport issued by the Metropolitan Police Department, and the person on the passport does exist, but this person is a mentally handicapped person who cannot take care of himself.

The advantage of using this document is that Romen can enter the United States in the fastest possible time. Even if the immigration and customs authorities were to suspect his identity because he had entered Hong Kong, he would not have been able to detect him as an impostor for at least 24 hours. Regardless of whether the mission is completed or not, Romen and his team will leave the United States within twenty-four hours.

In addition to himself, there is also a NSA agent who can only be contacted by An Nianrong to pick him up in Washington. It is only now that Luo 'Men' knows the importance of Lin Yongquan's defection: Since it is not clear how many people were involved in the Lin Yongquan incident, in order to ensure the success of the operation, the intelligence agencies cannot even use their own direct agents in the United States. Although An Nianrong didn't say it directly, Luo 'Men' knew very well that the chance of being able to leave safely was almost equal to zero.

He was amazed to find that he hadn't thought too much about the task at hand, or even worried about it.

He has become accustomed to 'handing' his fate to the fate of the 'female' god to make decisions, and he is also accustomed to not doing useless and useless thinking until the last moment.

The prerequisite for this operation is accurate intelligence. Just as he promised An Nianrong, as long as Lin Yongquan's hiding location can be determined, a bomb or even a bullet can end all this. And only then it was his turn to make decisions for himself. Gently pressing his fingers and listening to the sound of his knuckles, as he would do before he 'shoot', Rommon stopped thinking and soon fell asleep to the roar of the engine.

His slightly scruffy appearance and fluency in English did not attract him any attention. After the plane landed at the Reagan-Washington Airport, he took a bus across the 'Wave' Tomac River over the Ellington Bridge to the Library of Congress with only his luggage. On the way, you can see the gray 'color' silhouette of the Pentagon in the distance. Luo 'Gate' only hoped that Lin Yongquan was not placed there. No, he didn't want Lin Yongquan to be housed in any federal government building. When something goes wrong, no one wants to face the swarming SAR police. The whole operation is based on this premise.

The Library of Congress is located on 1st Street Southeast in Washington, D.C., and consists of three buildings named after the president. The main building of the Jefferson Building as well as the John? Adam Building and James? Madison Building. The library, which was established on 24 April 1800, was originally intended for the reference of the Legislative Committee of the National Assembly, but was later opened to the public.

It was also the first time I saw the building, but unfortunately I didn't have time to actually visit it. He first went to the information office and applied for a copy of the book "Everything Is Coming". This is a woodblock print of a Buddhist scripture from the early Northern Song Dynasty in China in 975 AD, and many Japanese who believe in Buddhism will buy a copy and take it home to worship and play. It was common for the librarian to recommend other Japanese favorite library materials, but he politely declined. Romen likes the convenience of the library because of its rich collection and open access, and the Library of Congress provides Americans with unique conditions for study and research.

When his watch indicated 11 o'clock EST, he was already sitting on the thirteenth step of the entrance with a hot dog and a Coke, like most Americans who come here to read, and spread out the copy in front of him, the words "everything is as it is" in black and white are very eye-catching.

Now he's getting nervous. He has made all the preparations for the joint, and once the agents who came to the joint have been controlled by the United States, then he will not be able to get out now. When a political worker in a suit passed by him, Luo Men almost thought he was going to pull out a pistol from his arms and aim it at his head.

Virginia's summers are pleasant, with average temperatures ranging from 21 to 27 degrees Celsius, making it ideal for outdoor and sporty activities, and even now, there are people playing football and cheers on the meadows as far as they can see.

Luo 'Gate' put on his sunglasses and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't done such a mission for a few years, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Then he saw a young 'girl' walking towards him with a smile. A shiny blonde hair was casually draped, a white shirt and a pair of half-worn but well-fitting denim 'pants' made her look fresh and ***, and the small but full-shaped *** 'waved' as she quickened her pace.

Luo 'Men' suddenly became vigilant, and his sunglasses concealed the change in his expression. It wasn't until the 'girl' came to him that a flash of anxiety and a slightly stiff smile in his blue eyes made him feel something.

"I think I forgot your birthday, and I hope it didn't upset you."

"It's the incident on January 28 that upsets me."

Standing up from the steps, Ro'men spoke calmly. This was given to him by An Nianrong when he was about to get on the plane, and of course Luo 'Men' didn't know what happened on that particular day, what he had to do was to wait for the correct answer from this 'woman'.

"And what about the Cindy of March?"

The 'girl' was a little confused, but her happy smile and the nostalgic mood in her eyes showed that these two days had a special meaning for both her and An Nianrong, and only the two of them knew.

With a hint of surprise, Ro'men embraced the secret agent, nicknamed "The Eagle", which to outsiders looked like a reunion of friends or lovers after a long absence.

Smelling the natural and fresh fragrance in her hair and feeling her elastic 'sex', Luo 'Men' couldn't understand why she had such a masculine 'sexual' nickname as "Eagle". When the two of them walked hand in hand to the parking lot, he wanted to ask the question, but in the end he held back. If An Nianrong didn't 'handover' the generation, it means that this is a secret that he shouldn't know.

The car left the Library of Congress, drove a few blocks across the country, and turned onto Brydensburg Road, where *** forests began to appear on the side of the road. The "eagles," that is, Alesandra, told him that in front of them was the National Arboretum. Because she is a volunteer worker at the Botanical Garden, she has found a very remote place to live here. When she's not working at Washington's Virginia airport, she spends all her free time here tending to flowers and plants and working as a tour guide.

She parked the car, took out her work clothes and tools from the trunk and handed them to Luo Men.

"It's better to find yourself some work while you wait."

Alessandra smiled at him as she spoke.

For Luo 'Men', who has excellent psychological qualities, waiting is never difficult. But it's not the same for long-term sleeper agents. They are far away from their relatives and friends, and they have to worry about whether their identity will be revealed. When they don't have a task, all they have to do is wait. Except in exceptional circumstances, they cannot have a life of their own, and they cannot be completely detached from the lives of others. "Finding some work" may be a good way to de-stress.

Alessandra was intently fiddling with the 'flowers' in front of her. Now she wears a handkerchief to tie her hair back behind her head, and her complexion in the air is dazzlingly white. Judging from her name and physical features, Ro'mon, she was from Russia, which made him even more interested in the origin of the "Eagle".

At the same time, he was interested in how the "eagle", who worked as a clerk at the airport, was able to find out where Tang Bai was hiding. He had considered ways to obtain information many times, but he had never been able to get the point. Since 9/11, the United States has introduced various counterterrorism measures and conducted a deep introspection of its intelligence work, making it more difficult for even higher-ranking agents to work with extra care. But the relaxed demeanor of "Eagle" on the mission made Luo 'Men' not know whether to worry or reassure.

The National Arboretum is open free of charge all year round, except for Christmas Day, and is visited by about 600,000 people each year. It is said that if the Botanical Gardens were closer to the subway, there would be more visitors, as most tourists would like to take the subway that connects most of the attractions. The Botanical Garden covers an area of 180 hectares and is most famous for its variety of beautiful 'flowers'. There are about 9,000 species of plants planted here, which is a surprise for first-time visitors.

Soon Alessandra received a request to work as a tour guide. At her request, Luo 'Men' also followed her into the queue of visitors to visit the botanical garden. Alessandra smiled brightly all the way, her confidence made her beauty even more striking, and Ro'mon's eyes never took off her. He couldn't imagine how a girl like Alessandra could have such a good psychological quality, and the pressure didn't seem to have an effect on her at all.

When the work was over, the "eagle" took Ro' to his residence.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon Eastern time, and so far, so good.

"I hope you have a great time at the Botanical Gardens." Alessandra came out of the kitchen with two bottles of beer in her hands. "I've loved plants since I was a child, and I feel calm whenever I'm around them."

Luo 'Men' took the cold beer and took a big sip, and the heat and anxiety were immediately dispelled.

The taste and texture of this beer is fully worthy of the word "IMPERIALSTOUT" on the trademark, and the almost opaque reddish-brown 'color' liquid with a rich and delicate beer 'flower' flavor is very mellow. He looked at the bottle and was surprised to see that the beer was only six percent 'fine'.

"If you grew up in Russia, I'm not surprised, Sasha."

A flash of joy flashed in Alessandra's eyes. "I can't even remember the last time someone called me that. Did Martha tell you? ”

Luo 'Men' immediately realized that "Martha" might be An Nianrong's Russian name. So his previous guess was correct, Sasha is a Russian who grew up in China.

"I guessed. In fact, until now, I still don't know anything about your situation. ”

Sasha laughed heartily. "Martha was always like that, and she wouldn't say a word if she didn't have to. From the look of surprise you saw me, I knew you didn't know anything about me, and that was Martha's way of protecting me. I'm sorry she would do this to you. ”

Ro'men smiled. "I think I can understand her caution, and it looks like you're her trump card."

Sasha took a gentle sip of her beer. "If she hadn't trusted you 100 percent, she wouldn't have let me go on a mission with you. This task is dangerous. ”

Ro'mon looked at her. "It's your responsibility to provide me with accurate information, and I'll take care of the rest."

Sasha smiled. "I don't know where you came from, but I dare say you can't handle this task alone, which is why Martha wants to put us together."

Ro'mon looked at her inquiringly.

Sasha put down the bottle in her hand. "Not only will I give you accurate information, but I'll also plan and act with you, and if you're lucky, we'll leave together."

Luo 'Men' also put down the bottle in his hand and wiped it with both hands on his big 'legs'. "Together?"