"I need my current manpower to come in, and you're in charge of the secrecy and security, how about it, Robert?" Looking at the cunning smile of the old fox opposite, Wang Lei, who was very unhappy, kicked the ball back directly.

"Well, okay, but I need them to sign a few documents, confidentiality, I guess you won't mind." Robert agreed with a smile.

Mind, what do you care, Wang Lei despises this old fox, if I mind, they don't need to sign an agreement? No way, grandma is a bear.

A person in front of an agreement, Wang Shui'er didn't look at it, and signed her name on it, so she didn't worry that Wang Lei would harm her, besides, Paul was still sitting aside, and Paul was not very clear about the agreement within the FBI.

Yang Qian is different, the content of the agreement in front of her makes her heart beat faster than doubled, and the terms in it mean that the level of confidentiality of the information she sees next is quite high, which is a goal that the National Security 8 Bureau cannot achieve by any means.

The two female secretaries of Yingying's smiling FBI staff took away the signed agreement, and several people were also taken back to the large lounge where Wang Lei was.

It's very well equipped, there are coffee machines and everything, Wang Shui'er jumped and grabbed the coffee pot, in Los Angeles, these things are usually done by Julie, she wants to make a pot of coffee rarely has the opportunity.

Paul sat there, with only Wang Shui'er's voice in his eyes, and occasionally echoing a few other people's conversations, also absent-mindedly.

Coleman hid his embarrassment very well, and his eyes were as close as possible to Wang Lei's actions, which rarely fell on Paul, although he really wanted to give Paul . Fart. A kick on the stock and kicked him out of the break room.

What kind of task will be assigned this time, Cowman is also in the dark, this secret level is not something that his current identity can access at will.

He and Paul also signed an agreement before, but compared to the agreement between Yang Qian and Wang Shui'er, their agreement was simpler, and that was because all their background information FBI database was ready-made.

"The more you know, the closer you are to danger." Coleman, who has believed in this sentence for decades, is not at all relaxed in his heart, but rather heavy, and the intelligence beyond his own level of secrecy may bring a thin line between life and death.

It didn't take long for several FBI agents to walk in behind Robert's secretary with a large stack of files, all the files were stacked on the large round table, and the beautiful female secretary smiled in a formulaic manner: "Mr. Wang Lei, please call me Jennifer." This is what Robert told me to bring here, and they will be here to help you guard, you don't have to worry about any disturbance, you can ask the guards to call me if necessary. ”

The few internal agents stood in the corner of the wall, silent, like a stake. Wang Lei knew that whether it was surveillance or security, it meant that these documents could only be read in this office, and all the necessary information must be remembered in his mind, and it was impossible to take a few pieces of paper out.

Jennifer gently closed the door, and the last of the agents stood in the doorway with their feet slightly apart, shielding out all curious, prying eyes.

Wang Lei divided the file into categories, Coleman and Paul were naturally assigned by the FBI, Wang Shuier assisted Paul, Wang Lei himself looked at the intelligence collected by the Secret Service, and the most important thing was that Wang Lei, the actual controller of the incident, allocated a lot of information from the CIA, intentionally or unintentionally, to Yang Qian.

The room was quiet, Wang Lei looked at the file and meditated for a while, or he got up and went to the window to smoke a cigarette. The Secret Service has very little information for jurisdictional reasons.

The Secret Service's main job is to be responsible for the security of senior US leaders who are out of the country, but in fact they do not have any investigative powers inside or outside the United States.

As a result, the information they provided was very small and did not contain any intent to hack into the Secret Service system, any target intended to pose a threat to the security of the Secret Service staff, and so on.

This is the most difficult case to detect, there is no scene, no deceased, no witnesses, no clues, Wang Lei smiled bitterly in his heart, the higher Robert lifted himself, the more careful he had to fall down.

Coleman now finally knew what he was involved in, and in just half an hour, his back was wet, and cold sweat broke out one after another.

Now Coleman is the head of the FBI branch in Los Angeles, and it can be said that life is very easy, and it is far away from Quantico, and the affairs of the headquarters are generally not found on his head.

There are not many external things, and Los Angeles's police force is among the best in the United States, with higher personnel and equipment than many cities, and the police are generally reluctant to turn to the FBI.

In the past, Coleman wanted to return to Quantico, have his own office in the Hoover Building, work from 9 to 5, and be able to spend time with his wife and children.

Now this situation makes Coleman's heart cold, this time it is done well, and overseas things will have to be found in the future, this time it is not done well, and the responsibility must be borne.

Wang Lei is just a senior consultant, what is a consultant, that is not responsible. No wonder Robert wanted to call himself back to Kuntik, it turned out to be premeditated.

Looking at the information in front of him with full attention, Coleman's mind kept running, thinking naturally not about the information on the file, he had been thinking about how to jump out of this oil pot.

Since the establishment of the FBI, Coleman has also seen some of the various secret information inside him as his level has increased, and those agents who were involved in some upper-level incidents and were finally used to carry the black pot are simply not too much.

Paul was the first time he came into contact with the FBI's top-secret information, and he was very excited, and from time to time pointed to the doubts in it and discussed a few words with Wang Shui'er, he wanted to discuss it with Kaulman, but he glanced at Coleman and didn't dare to disturb.

Yang Qian is more focused than anyone else, and all her energy is devoted to the dossier in front of her, and the dossier in front of her is also the most and thickest.

Until now, Yang Qian has never figured out whether Wang Lei's behavior was intentional or unintentional, and why did he take all the CIA information to himself?

In Yang Qian's mind, she must return to China after completing the task, and she will enter the bureau as a hero of the 8th bureau, and there should be a high-level position waiting for her.

As for Wang Lei, Yang Qian estimates that he can't go back, Yang Qian knows some situations in China, and she has learned some one after another, Wang Lei is now ranked first on the 8-game wanted list, this is not a joke.

At the top of this list, they will also be listed on Interpol and many intelligence agencies, and they will be shown to be dangerous people, and they will also enjoy the treatment of dangerous people.

If the FBI no longer provides asylum to Wang Lei, it is estimated that any police officer who knows his identity will shoot while warning and try to kill him.

Then, Wang Lei has no reason to help himself, Yang Qian thinks that this is a method for Wang Lei to assign work, he doesn't explain, and he doesn't need to ask, just memorize all the content in the information.

Time passed quickly, and by the time everyone put down what they were holding, and began to get up, bend over, kick, and stiffen their bodies, the sun was about to set.

Jennifer knocked on the door just right: "Robert asked me to arrange accommodation for everyone, because time is pressing, everyone is reluctant to stay in our rest room in the building for a few days, and in the evening, Robert will come to visit you in person, Mr. Wang Lei." ”

Quantico does not have an internal canteen, which is far worse than domestic units, either for take-out or to go out and buy it yourself.

One of the guards volunteered to go out and buy pizza next, and no one cared if he turned around to call for takeout or if he actually went out to buy it himself.

"Wang Lei, this case is very tricky." Coleman asked worriedly, lighting a cigarette.

As the saying goes, "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", Paul is quite disdainful of his boss's unwarlike retreat: "I think we can be afraid of all parts of the country. Fear. Organize another closer look. ”

Paul felt that the "black apocalypse" just looked powerful, otherwise, why didn't they dare to show a sign for three months, it wasn't because they were afraid of being caught.

Yang Qian smiled, this is beyond the scope of the calf, do you think that a few people here will be more detailed than hundreds of agents of the three major intelligence agencies!

Coleman saw his subordinates' plans to show themselves in front of his girlfriend very clearly, shook his head speechlessly, and didn't bother to say a word. This is a peacock opening the screen, he is just an ordinary person with some training, and it is the best choice to be quiet.

Her boyfriend's impulse made Wang Shui'er's face flush with shame, she pulled the corner of Paul's clothes under the table, and Paul asked very angrily: "Wang Lei, am I not right?" Why can't they find members of terrorist groups just as we can't find them? ”

This statement seems to be valid on the surface, but well, Wang Lei smiled: "It's very simple, we don't have time." ”

It's dark outside, everyone's first night at Quantico is approaching, another day has passed, and there are 14 days left, Mandy? Patinkin was leaving Washington for Paris.

14 days, for an intelligence agency or a terrorist. Fear. organization, which is negligible in time.

Especially before the operation, there is only one thing that any terrorist organization needs to do well: deep lurking. The better the lurking state, the more likely the attack is to succeed.

At such times, even if Paul met a man on the road. Fear. If the two sides collide, the attitude of the other side will be better than the attitude of the vast majority of Americans towards car accidents.

The other party will take the initiative to admit mistakes, take the initiative to compensate, take the initiative to repair, and take the initiative to do everything that can be done. If Paul were in such a situation, would you be suspicious?

There is only one answer: no.