Seeing Ro'mon's expression, Sasha already knew that he had found nothing special. When they turned the street and pulled over to the side of the road, Sasha looked at Ro' with concern.

"Shall we go around again? Say two hours, so they probably won't notice we're passing through here for the second time. ”

Ro'men shook his head. "I'm sure they wouldn't be so careless. In addition, there are cameras on the outside of those houses, and it is useless to find out which one of them. We can't get close. ”

He looked out the window.

Sasha gently 'touched' his hand. The hand was rough, with freshly formed blood scabs on the knuckles.

"Come to think of it, they called you here because you're good at it."

Ro'mon did not speak. If he took the *** just now as a thing, then Sasha's words now would make him feel unable to refuse. He was well aware of the secret agent's special tricks, making him and Sasha change places, and he would most likely use this method to make the other party relax his body and mood, so he didn't take Sasha's encouragement seriously.

But as Sasha said, people call him because he's good at it. If he succeeds, many people will benefit. Only by benefiting as many people can he not feel guilty for causing a few people to suffer, and he can devote himself to the action.

After seeing Luo 'Gate' enter the safe passage of the airport, An Nianrong did not have a calm time.

In fact, this operation was not subject to consultation and agreement at the highest decision-making level. In that case, time will be wasted on communicating with each other. Admit it or not, the majority of people at the highest decision-making levels will exercise restraint in their actions against the United States. It is true that the Americans possess the most advanced and powerful technology and power in the world, but this does not mean that others have to submit unconditionally. In fact, it is the Chinese's own restraint that makes Americans even more unscrupulous.

Such an attitude has already proven undesirable for an international hooligan like the United States.

Sitting in her office, holding the first cup of coffee she didn't know was today, An Nianrong waited for the communication of the "eagle". She grew up with "Eagle" and is fully aware of her background, so she fully trusts "Eagle". But what about Ro'mon'? Although it was also recommended by the person she trusted the most, there was something in Roma's eyes that made her feel uneasy.

It was a wandering, hard to catch sharp gaze.

Whenever such a look lit up in his eyes, it gave a sense of danger. It's like a truck, no, a high-speed train with a lot of power losing control and crashing head-on. Now An Nianrong understands the situation of Luo 'Men' in her own army. He's a powerful weapon, but when it's possible to fire at his own people, his power becomes a great danger.

The phone rang, and she put it to her ear without looking.

It was her father who called, asking An Nianrong if she had started dating. An Nianrong patiently said a few perfunctory words to him, and asked about her sister An Xiaorong's situation and hung up. She didn't have a good rest for more than 30 hours in a row, and if she continued like this, she would not be able to withstand it first. An Nianrong leaned back in her chair tiredly.

The "Eagles" finally sent a message.

"The bird has been found, and I hope the bird can move freely."

She smoothed the folds of her suit and began pacing around the office.

Luo 'Gate' and Sasha had already found Lin Yongquan's hiding place, but they couldn't do it, so they hoped to lure Lin Yongquan out of his hiding place. Judging from the address of this safe house and the practice of the CIA, Lin Yongquan will only be given a change of residence when the "safe house" is warned, and it is very likely that he will be transferred to a US naval base in Washington and placed under the protection of the Marine Corps before finding a new residence.

An Nianrong hesitated. She can't pin her hopes on things like "very likely" and "conventionally", which are not in line with the principles of intelligence work. But her seniors have also told her that there are times, and probably at the most critical time, that people have to gamble their luck too. But whether you act according to principles or take a desperate gamble, the most important thing is to hesitate.

An Nianrong walked to the mirror and made up for her light clothes. The suit top looks decent, but the skirt is in a bit of a bad situation. She smoothed out the wrinkles and considered whether or not she wanted to start working out now.

Lin Yongquan's defection proves at least two things: first, the Americans have long begun to work on those high-ranking bigwigs, and Lin Yongquan's success is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Chinese intelligence agencies; Second, there are spies within the national intelligence system, otherwise it would not have been impossible for Lin Yongquan to lose control without even warning him in advance. In this way, it is not difficult to convey a message to the other side of the ocean, it is only difficult to make the news look like it is real.

Now Song Fei is involved in the handling of the Lin Yongquan incident. Because Lin Yongquan left Hong Kong, he led a team of people to work in Hong Kong, trying to find more clues from the last person Lin Yongquan came into contact with.

When he walked into Song Fei's office, Song Fei's group was in a meeting. The ins and outs of the Lin Yongquan incident have been almost traced, but Song Fei is such a person, who always wants to squeeze an extra drop of water out of the sponge.

Song Fei looked at her with bloodshot eyes from his glasses.

"You seem to be worse off than I am, why don't you take a break?"

An Nianrong prostrated herself in his ear. "Lin Yongquan is in a house on Pennsylvania Avenue right now."

Song Fei stopped what he was doing and looked at An Nianrong vigilantly.

"Where did you get your news?"

An Nianrong looked at the few people in the room, and one or two of them she was able to name.

Maybe the spies are hiding among these people.

"I can answer you the first two questions, but the third one, I'll give you no advice."

Song Fei still looked at her from the top of his glasses. "What is your purpose in telling me this news?"

An Nianrong blinked innocently. "I want to help you."

Song Fei stared at her for a few seconds.

"If I wanted this kind of information, I could get it myself. It is not so easy to get rid of Lin Yongquan, and now I don't know what he 'revealed', and how many people will suffer from it, so many people have gone into hibernation. As a result, we face even more difficulties. I know you have a small team of your own that is active over there, but you can't do it, so my advice is, let me handle this. ”

The eyes in the office stayed on An Nianrong's body.

"Lin Yongquan is a nuclear bomb, once detonated, the consequences will be unimaginable. I don't think the same way you do, and if we don't solve his problem right away, we'll be set back twenty years. That's how many people's hard work, Uncle Song, we can't afford such a loss. ”

Song Fei looked at An Nianrong with some surprise.

He knows An Nianrong better than most people, and knows that she is smart, competitive, and has a kind of strength that does not admit defeat in anything, but he has not yet discovered that An Nianrong still has a kind of courage that is not often seen in men. For example, now, it is not that no one agrees with attacking Lin Yongquan, but no one's attitude is as resolute as that of this young, beautiful and graceful 'woman'.

Song Fei lit a cigarette himself, and spoke very slowly.

"I can send a team of people over there to deal with Lin Yongquan. But to do so would be a declaration of war on the CIA, and I dare not say what the consequences would be, but it would certainly not be smaller than the losses caused by Lin Yongquan, and the operation would not necessarily be successful. Fortunately, we still have cards to play in our hands, and if our people are ***, at least I can guarantee their safety. ”

An Nianrong wanted to say something more, but Song Fei stopped her impatiently.

"Now this is still a question between me and Comrade Oumei. You look at these comrades, which of them is not more experienced and competent than you in these matters? I promise you, if we need help, I'll be the first to go to you, okay? Now you can recuse yourself for a moment, and let me finish this meeting. ”

Nan Mingtao, director of the European and American Division, smiled apologetically to An Nianrong.

However, An Nianrong did not feel embarrassed.

Her purpose has been achieved. If the Chinese side already knows where Lin Yongquan is, then the American side will also know that the Chinese side has found the whereabouts of the traitor. It's not that there are CIA spies in this room, but on the whole, the European and American Divisions are not so pure, and they can be said to be the most troublesome department 'door' within the Security Agency. And there are many indications that the spies who hide the deepest and cause the most harm come from this 'door'.

In order to ensure that the American side can get the news, she will also pass the news through other channels. Now is the most critical time, all the efforts are all for such a result, An Nianrong wants to let those who underestimate her ambition know that she is capable of solving the toughest problems.

Romen and Sasha had already decided on the ambush location.

Leaving Lin Yongquan's current residence, whether it is to the US Navy base or to Washington's West Side, he will pass through the intersection of Pennsylvania Avenue and 17th Street. It's a three-way intersection, and cars either turn left or right here, making it a good spot for an ambush.

Romen and Sasha climbed to the top of a five-story building, set up their M-24 rifles, and camouflaged their 'firing' positions with blankets. After re-trying the 'fineness' on a scrap tire that they had brought beforehand, the two of them lay side by side under the blanket for a short rest.

Sasha pressed her head to the chest of Romon. Her movements were so natural, as if they had known each other for a long time. Luo 'Men' pillowed his arm, quietly inhaling the faint smell of perfume on her body.