Millican, City of York, Federation Square, United States Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) Office in York.

The FBI office has always been very busy, they have endless things to do every day, and everyone in it, whether it is an agent or a clerk, is in a hurry and has a serious look on weekdays.

It's just that today, it seems to be busier, even in the office, there are several trotting and walking, and the speed of speech is much faster than usual, and many of their faces are more nervous than before.

In one of the offices, a slightly bald middle-aged white man was furious: "Fake! Falk y'all guys! Are you two pigs? What did I tell you before I left? ”

In front of him were two agents in black suits, who looked strong and capable, but now lowered their heads, as if schoolchildren had confessed their mistakes, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, the bald man said bitterly: "I'm talking about secretly!" Unobtrusive! It's unaware! Bring him over! Do you two understand the meaning of these words? ”

In the face of his questioning, one of the young operators spoke, his voice slightly aggrieved: "We have tried to pay attention as much as possible, and when the week is over and everyone is almost gone, we will go in and invite ......."

"out!" The bald man slapped it on the table fiercely: "What I want is not to be seen!" Discovered! You say, "How many people have seen and heard that you have invited him?" ”

"That's just a couple of volunteers helping to clean up......," another operator replied in a faint voice.

"How many? Or a dozen? The bald man's eyes widened.

"Ten...... More than a dozen ......" operators squirmed lips and sounded like mosquitoes and flies.

"What I want is that I don't see anyone!" The bald man slammed the table again.

After a few gasps and a deep breath, he looked at the two cowering in front of him again: "I told you before that this Bruce Reverend is an important person, and he has a huge reputation in East Freybach, and even in the black community in Brooklyn as a whole!" ”

He knocked on the table: "Just now, the Brooklyn District Police Department called and nearly two hundred black people have taken to the streets, more than half of them are carrying firearms!" There are many more blacks joining them! The police forces near Brooklyn have all rushed over to alert reinforcements and leave! It's all because of you two idiots! You just want to provoke another black riot? ”

"Right...... I'm sorry......" One of the operators apologized bitterly: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this......"

"Fack! What's the use of apologizing to me! The bald man interrupted him rudely: "Why don't you hurry up and get out of here to East Freybach and help!" ”

"Let's go!" The other operator reacted quickly, and hurriedly pulled his companion out of the office that seemed to be chosen to devour.

"Hey......" let out a long breath, closed his eyes again, pinched the root of his nose and eyebrows, and relieved his mental exhaustion, and the bald middle-aged white man buttoned up his open black suit and walked out of the office.

He walked through the bustling crowd in the office and into the elevator.

It's just that he is different from the two unlucky agents before him, and he chose not to go downstairs, but to go upstairs.

The "Ding Dong" elevator quickly stopped.

The elevator doors opened, and this floor was very quiet, and unlike the previous open offices, there were separate rooms.

The bald middle-aged man turned left and right and came to a room.

This strange room has a heavy, iron door with an electronic combination lock, and a clear glass that looks like a blackboard.

Through the glass, he could see the room very clearly.

Inside is a rectangular metal table that is fixed to the floor, and two metal chairs with backrests, which are also fixed to the floor.

On one of the chairs sat the old black pastor in a black priest's robe, with gray hair but a warm smile, and across from him sat a shrewd-faced, gold-rimmed glasses, and a pen and paper in his hand, as if he was recording something.

Neither of them had any restraints, neither ropes nor handcuffs.

The bald man stood still in front of the large glass, but neither of the two inside saw his arrival, but neither of them turned their eyes to the glass.

The bald man beckoned, and soon, a young operator with a headset next to him handed over a pair of wireless headphones, the kind with headset microphones.

As soon as I put on the headphones, all of a sudden, the voice in the room came through.

“…… Pastor Bruce, in fact, I have great admiration for you and your decades of preaching in East Freybach, preaching the Gospel and persuading young people who have gone stray to return to the right path...... I can assure you that I, and my colleagues, have not the slightest ill will towards you......" The voice was firm and serious, but it was the voice of the white man with gold-rimmed glasses.

"I can feel your kindness, and the unit doesn't understand what you're inviting me for." This is obviously the voice of the old black pastor, vicissitudes but kind, like a warm sun, people can trust.

Listening to the unnutritious conversation inside, the bald middle-aged man outside the room frowned, put down the headset, and his voice was slightly urgent: "Don't be polite anymore!" Straight to the point! We don't have much time! ”

The man with glasses in the room subconsciously touched his ears, then nodded almost imperceptibly, and looked at the old priest in front of him again: "We invited you here this time, not for anything else, it is the 'superpower' you have shown in the past few days!" We want to know what's going on! ”

"No, it's not a superpower!" The old black pastor did not answer directly, but first corrected the error, and then said, "This is a gift, a gift from God!" God's love! Give to those who are devout believers to keep them away from sickness. ”

"You...... Well, I want to state up front that it's not that I don't disbelieve in God, in fact, my parents are devout believers. The man with glasses shrugged his shoulders: "But I have been to the church countless times since I was a child, and I have seen many poor believers who are very pious, but they are suffering from illness, but God has never revealed this gift......"

"Because He has forgiven us at last." The smile on the old pastor's face was still kind, even with a hint of fanaticism, and his tone was full of excitement: "We have finally paid for our sins with our piety and returned to His arms!" ”

"I don't understand." The man with glasses was puzzled.

"You don't need to understand." The old priest's voice was gentle, without a hint of aggression, but with unparalleled confidence: "You just have to witness!" Just go and offer your piety, your faith! ”

……

The two of them were engaged in a verbal exchange in the room, but there was a "da-da" sound outside the room.

It was the sound of high heels hitting the floor.

A middle-aged white woman with long brown hair and a serious face, almost in her forties, walked in, walked up to the bald man, and said in an unquestioning tone: "Ryan, let people go." ”

"We are now on trial! We've come to the critical point! The bald man began to plead.

"Let go! Right now! And the investigation is terminated indefinitely! The old white woman was in a completely commanding tone.

"Why?" The bald man expressed puzzlement.

The old white woman's voice was a little weaker: "Just now, Mayor Michael, Senator Hawkins, and Bishop Luther all called me personally......"

"Yes...... However, we in the FBI are not responsible for them! The bald man put up his last stand.

"And the Director, and the Secretary of State!" The old white woman made the final blow and completely broke his defenses.