In Washington, D.C., churches can be found everywhere, and they look very different, and some churches don't even look like churches in any way. That's because there are so many religious denominations here.

If there really is a god, then the gods of each denomination do not know how they will feel when they see this scene on earth, and I wonder if they will fight to monopolize the faith of these believers. Robert James sat on the bench, staring blankly at the ground beneath his feet, bored. If one of them was from Texas, it would definitely be this kind of scene. Perhaps, it is more acceptable to wage war for the sake of faith than for the sake of oil.

But in reality, the deputy director of the CIA does not want to review the governing principles and policies for his president, and he has his own work to worry about. And in his opinion, his work is much more meaningful than that of the president.

Now, although he didn't close his eyes all night, he still had to accompany his wife, Susan, to the weekly prayer routine. In Robert James's view, it is somewhat self-defeating folly that people come to church every Saturday morning dressed in their best clothes to pray and confess. Could a morning of repentance wash away the sins they committed during the other six days of the week? And is it fair that Susan, who is known to be the best woman in the world, has cancer? Well, Robert knew he was a sinner, but why didn't God punish him, was God afraid of the CIA?

Big Bob gasped and squeezed into the space beside him, his whole body seemingly drenched in sweat. It makes sense that people call Bob Williams Big Bob, who is so fat that he has difficulty walking. He handed Robert a cup of coffee and munched on a beef sandwich.

"Susan will kill you when she sees this." Robert shook his head and took the coffee. "She doesn't have much to care about now, so she's stuck on my cholesterol. Is cholesterol more terrible than Iraq? Even if we could handle Iraq, we could handle the fucking cholesterol. ”

"Susan is in a bad condition?" Bob looked at Robert sympathetically.

"The doctor said she had three months left, and of course her condition was not good." Robert waved his hand irritably. "I was supposed to spend the rest of her days with her on some small island in the Caribbean, which I promised her, but those damned Chinese wouldn't even give me this chance." I'm going to have to fucking stay in this damn Washington like a trapped beast in a cage! ”

Basically, Robert's swear words started coming up frequently after learning about Susan's condition. The Harvard graduate's previous demeanor had always been calm and decent, and could even be described as personable. Robert doesn't have the charisma to fall in love with at first sight, but the more time I spend with him, the more I appreciate his good qualities.

Bob knew that it wasn't just for Susan to be sad, but Robert was also under a lot of pressure at work. As we all know, China has become America's worst enemy after the Cold War, and even 9/11 cannot change this reality. The red country on the other side of the Pacific has quietly risen and has inadvertently become America's biggest adversary. Maybe not the most powerful enemy right now, but definitely the most potential enemy.

Bob is the CIA's expert on Asia. Unlike most lovers of Asian affairs, Bob is not only fluent in Japanese and Chinese, he can also read and write, and has a fairly in-depth knowledge of Eastern culture, but even he cannot tell whether America's hatred of China is due to ideological differences or cultural differences. If it is the former, then that is also the purpose of his work; If it is the latter, then he does not know whether the United States will have enough strength to fight and win. Can a culture that is only more than 200 years old confront a culture that has lasted for thousands of years?

"Actually, no one cares if God forgives them, everyone who comes here just wants to see who will commit a new sin in the new week." Bob gestured to a row of cars parked at the church. "It's like a sorority of the neighbors, except that they can only listen to the priest alone."

Robert frowned.

"If you want to talk this nonsense to me on a Saturday, when Susan is praying, then I'll say, you're picking the wrong time."

"Come on, Rowe. Don't be so upset, I'm here to tell you good news. Bob let out a dull laugh in his throat. Any idea why I was in a hurry to meet you and threw my Heidi in her church? That's because all of our work has borne fruit, and as you told me, both Congress and the White House are going crazy when they hear about it! ”

Robert looked at Bob in surprise.

"Remember what happened in 1985?" Bob squeezed his eyes at Robert. "That CIA drove almost the whole Western world crazy, but now, Rowe, you've done something that can make the whole world crazy. News from Beijing that the other party has accepted our offer. $30 million is like pocket money in a child's pocket compared to being able to grasp Beijing's intelligence work. ”

Robert put the coffee in his hand to his forehead, breathed deeply in the rich aroma of coffee, and felt relieved and relaxed. It's a relatively cheap cup of fair trade coffee, though, who cares how it comes from? Bob is right about one thing: in 1985 the CIA's successful plot against Yu Qiangsheng, deputy director of China's National Security Bureau, defected to the United States, causing a sensation in the Western intelligence community, and the blow to China's intelligence system was fatal. Ironically, just the year before, Washington and Beijing had just become "sister cities."

The man who planned and carried out the rebellion twenty years ago is now dead, and Robert will be the only one to witness two successes. Last time, he was just one of many participants, but now that he is the prime mastermind, the feeling of success is very different. In fact, the 1985 rebellion was a little different from the 2005 one, although the 1985 rebellion was successful, but the defectors did not have much valuable information to reveal, and this time it was completely different; 20 years ago, the Chinese did not know what the world was like, and now the Chinese are already preparing to land on the moon.

Bob understood Robert's gleeful silence. In the process, Robert took on too much pressure on the resources he was purposing, and if this plan failed, his career would be over. Luckily, Robert succeeded.

"Now you're going to name your masterpiece, Luo, you have the qualifications and the right to do so."

Robert looked up at the humble chapel in front of him.

Susan hasn't come out yet.

From now on, she will be the only person she still cares about in this world.

"The word of the Lord is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path."

Whispering verses from the Bible Psalms, Robert turned his head to look at Bob.

"Now I believe that God loves America, so He has sent us His own messengers, and let's call this plan 'oracles.' It's an honor to all of us, Bob, and it belongs to all those who fought alongside us. ”

Bob let out a distinctive laugh in his throat again.

"If someone had told me before that we could decide China's fate, I would have sent him to a mental hospital, and now I'm worried about whether I can find a decent enemy in this world.