Federal Building.

Operational Command Center.

After passing through the advanced eyeball biometric system, Debbie, dressed in jeans and a long T-shirt with a ponytail, walked straight into the operations command center on the upper floors of the Federal Building.

Sitting in the first row, holding his head in his hands, Mark opened his eyes and glanced at Debbie.

Debbie walked over to the agent who was controlling the device on the left side of the big screen and whispered a few words.

The next second.

The large screen in the combat command center lit up instantly.

A short man in a suit but who looked like a Nepalese monkey suddenly appeared on the big screen.

Mark raised an eyebrow.

Boy.

Seeing this dwarf Nepalese monkey, Mark almost walked into some horror live movie theater.

Debbie cleared her throat and said: "Dominic Green, a famous entrepreneur in South America, Green Planet Biotechnology Group is Dominic Green's industry, Green Planet is a company that mainly promotes hydropower energy, and occupies a dominant position in South America, Indonesia and many third countries, and even to some extent, this Green Planet Biotechnology Group monopolizes the power of some third countries. ”

Mark glanced at the data and information displayed on the big screen a few times, raised his chin slightly to look at Debbie, who was making an introduction, and asked, "What is the connection between Obadia Stan and this guy?" ”

Debbie smiled.

The backhand is to press the remote control in the hand.

The big screen instantly conjures up a geographical map of a country.

Bolivia?

Mark looked at Debbie.

Debbie said, "Neither Obadiah Stan's personal computer nor office computer, our agents found any valuable clues, at least none of them that could link Obadia Stan to this Dominic Green. ”

Mark looked at Debbie with a smile on his face.

There must be, but.

Really.

"But......" Debbie said after a pause, following a profile on the big screen, "Obadia Stan may be able to clean up all traces of his face, but on the dark web, he can't do that." ”

As she spoke, Debbie proudly lifted her white jade-like neck, like a proud white goose......

It's just that the orientation of this big white goose has always been very distorted, advocating that true love is between people of the same sex, and heterosexuality should be tied to the stake......

Debbie then continued: "Through the help I contacted a few friends last night, we traced the traces left by Obadiah on the dark web, this is a chat log that I repaired, and after tracking and locating, the chat account under the pseudonym [Steel Overlord] is Obadiah Stan." ”

Steel overlord?

Mark looked at Debbie with a blank face.

Debbie clicked on the restored chat log.

Mark fixed his eyes.

It's a classic chat window.

[Iron Overlord]: I'm exposed, send someone to pick me up, I need to leave now.

[Care for the Earth]: ...... Relax, you're his godfather.

[Iron Overlord]: He's grown up, and that woman already weighs more than me in his heart, and he knows it now.

[Care for the Earth]: I said before that woman shouldn't have been attacked, and our cooperation is based on the premise that you have obtained that guy's latest weapon.

[Iron Overlord]: Don't worry, I've known since he first set up the file, and I've even gotten the scaled-down Ark Reactor Equation, so damn it, get me out of here.

[Care for the Earth]: I will send you the positioning address, there will be a plane waiting for you from half past nine to ten o'clock, and the plane will take off directly after the time.

[Iron Overlord]: Damn, how could this have come to this if it weren't for some FBI bug involved, damn it......

[Care for the Earth]: Peace of mind, once our plan is successful, the whole world will be ours, and you will do whatever you want to that bed bug when the time comes.

[Iron Overlord]: Alright, I'll take ......

……

Mark, who was about to continue looking, moved his eyebrows again, looked at Debbie, as if to ask again, "Gone?" What's next? ”

Debbie shrugged her shoulders and said, "Boss, I don't expect you to understand how the dark web works, but I want you to know that there are no more than three computer gurus in the world who can fix this conversation." ”

Mark said expressionlessly, "Walter O'Brien? ”

Debbie's expression was dumbfounded.

Mark continued: "Do you have a computer genius Skye you met? ”

There was a subtle change in Debbie's expression.

Mark continued to open his mouth.

Debbie hurriedly stretched out her hand and changed her words: "I was wrong, there will not be more than ten in the world, yes, this time is right, I didn't sleep all night yesterday and it took several favors to fix this conversation." ”

Mark smiled.

Half ringing.

Mark stared at the chat nickname "Care for the Earth" in the chat interface and asked, "This Care for the Earth is Dominic Green?" ”

Debbie nodded, "There's a ninety percent chance." ”

Mark then looked at the picture with a map of Bolivia's geography and clicked his finger on the gauntlet: "Bolivia? Do we have enforcement authority over there? ”

Debbie said lightly: "Boss, our FBI only has the authority of the homeland. ”

"So...... No? ”

"Yes."

Mark nodded as he pretended to know for the first time.

It's uncomfortable.

The Patriot Act investigation was launched against Stark Industries.

As a result, the most important target was not caught.

This......

Uncomfortable.

That's when it happened.

Bang.

As the deputy director of the New York State Bureau of the FBI, Jack walked into the operations command center in a rage and said to Mark, who was sitting in the first row: "Boss, those CIA guys are here." ”

Mark was stunned.

What are the CIA guys doing?

Tourism?

Or a fellowship.

Mark got up and glanced at the picture of the dwarf Nepali monkey on the big screen, and seemed to understand something.

In the conference room on the top floor.

As soon as Mark entered the room, he could identify the three men in suits and leather shoes who were CIA agents by just looking at the sitting position.

Meantime.

Mark also saw an acquaintance.

Pete Kachiopouros.

Mark stretched out his right hand and handed it to Pete, who was wearing glasses and gray hair, and said with a smile: "Pete Kachiopouros, the director of the CIA's Second Special Operations Division, what kind of wind blew you from Langley to New York?" ”

The gray-haired Pete corrected: "I am no longer the head of the 2nd Special Operations Division. ”

"Oh?" Mark stretched out his hand and motioned for Pete to sit down and asked curiously, "Then you are ...... now?"

"Acting Director of the CIA."

"Wow."

Mark pretended to be surprised and nodded again and again, "Great, so, CIA ...... How did the Acting Director come to New York? ”

"Dominic Green."

“…… Haven't heard of it. ”

“……”