Just in Washington, D.C., West Virginia, ten kilometers northeast of the Pentagon, in the small town of Langley in Fairfax, is home to another important government agency in the country that is not inferior to the Pentagon.

That is - the headquarters building of the CIA.

According to common sense, the intelligence agencies of all countries in the world should be the kind that are hidden in the city, hidden very deeply, so deep that no clues can be found in the Internet search, and only a little glimpse can be glimpsed in the deep web, but the Yankees' thinking is obviously not the same as the mainstream.

Perhaps because of the strong military power of the United States, or perhaps because they thought that no one would be able to pose a threat to the CIA, they openly put the location of the CIA headquarters on the Internet.

Even, from time to time, it will be open to elementary and middle school students around Washington, D.C., which can be said to be extremely big.

However, this situation does not seem to be difficult to understand, after all, this is the heart of the United States, the CIA headquarters and the Pentagon are full of hidden plainclothes agents, and any suspicious person will be stopped and investigated at the first time.

Coupled with the extremely complex security system inside the CIA headquarters, through the composite security protection composed of human eyes, surveillance and passwords, and the passcode that changes every six hours, no one can break into this well-guarded, impregnable fortress.

But - just today, there is a group of people who have to test the truth of this myth today.

At 8:30 a.m., close to work, a blue van stopped in the parking lot west of the CIA headquarters, and a young man in a blue and white cleaner's uniform got out of the driver's seat, and his face was completely unclear because he was wearing a mask.

The young man walked slowly to the carriage and opened the side doors of the carriage in a direction where no one else could see it.

In the carriage, there are buckets, cleaning tools such as dun cloths, and at the same time, there is also a hacker Lori who is sitting in the back compartment, covering his body with cleaning tools, and fiddling with his laptop.

"Elena, I'm going in, are you okay here alone?"

"Don't worry, I'm not a kid anymore."

Elena nodded and got up slowly, she picked up a pair of black-framed glasses and gently placed them on the bridge of Lin Cheng's nose.

The thick black frame, embedded with a miniature surveillance probe, and the temples are hidden with Bluetooth headsets, these stealthy devices add up to the best of the best equipment for agents to stealthily infiltrate operations.

"No, it's still too dangerous - listen Elena, just in case, you take this, and if it's in danger, feel free to let me know if it's in danger, and I'll get out as fast as I can, and if I want to, no one of them can stop me."

As he spoke, Lin Cheng pulled out a black pocket pistol from his waist.

It was a BU9Nano pistol produced by Beretta Company, which was a self-defense weapon prepared by Lin Cheng for Elena through special channels in the preparation process at the beginning of the operation, it was very small, very hidden, and it was also very easy to pull the trigger.

It was obviously a little too small for an adult, and Lin Cheng only needed three fingers to hold its grip, but in the hands of a thirteen-year-old girl, it seemed very suitable.

It's just that Elena is holding this mini pistol in her hand, but the expression on her face is a little weird.

"I haven't even touched a gun, are you sure you want to give me something like this to defend myself?"

"Look here, open the safe, two raised sights as the boundary, aim the muzzle at the enemy's body, and then pull the trigger, it's very simple."

After a brief lesson, Lin Cheng left Elena alone in the parking lot, followed the predetermined route, carried a bucket full of water and a mop, walked to the side door of the CIA headquarters building, crossed his ID card at the access control, and then the door opened.

This is not the first time that Lin Cheng has disguised himself as a cleaner, he is familiar with walking through the corridors of the CIA headquarters building, and under the dual effect of the cleaner's uniform on his body and the ID card hanging on his chest, he actually did not attract anyone's attention.

Whether it was a government officer in the hallway, a CIA agent or a military general, no one would suspect that a cleaner carrying a bucket and a mop made it easy for Lin Cheng to walk among the enemy.

On the other hand, Frank, disguised as a senior army general, also drove to the CIA's underground garage with his girlfriend Sarah, Frank was wearing an army general's uniform, and Sarah was dressed as a professional woman, and both of them wore some makeup.

"I still can't believe you brought me-"

Looking at the entrance of the main CIA building that was getting closer and closer, and the tight security personnel at the entrance, Sarah had an excited expression on her face, this was the first time in her life that she had carried out such a dangerous and exciting activity, she was really excited.

"That's the camouflage identity that the Russian side got for us, General Haag of the Army's weapons research and development department, and Shnika, a female Iranian nuclear physicist at the U.S. Department of Energy, I need a woman to come in with me, and you, are the only candidates."

Compared to the excitement on Sarah's face, Frank's face was more steady.

The CIA was the place where he had worked for half his life, and after he retired, it was the CIA who held the butcher's knife behind his back, which was undoubtedly an act of betrayal, and the most direct reason why Frank chose to return to CIA headquarters at such a dangerous juncture.

He has worked here for more than 40 years, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree in the headquarters building.

However, it was only less than half a year since he retired, and the doorman at the entrance didn't even know him, he didn't even look at it, he scanned General Haag's ID card with his device, and after confirming that it was correct, he let him in.

Frank suddenly began to wonder if the information leakage that had occurred before was the same, someone easily broke into the headquarters building and directly stole the information, this kind of unprofessional security ability at all, made Frank have a lower evaluation of his old club.

"This is the security system you're proud of?"

After passing through the security check at the door, in the hallway leading to the side of the main building, Sarah whispered in Frank's ear in a voice that only Frank could hear, and Frank had nothing to refute Sarah's teasing.

Because it's a fact, the two of them came in.

On the way to the underground paper archive, Sarah is a little nervous, constantly fiddling with her hair, and Frank, who seems to be home, seems to be at ease.

The paper archive where the two of them are going is located on the third basement floor of the CIA headquarters, and the only access is a very small elevator hall, and the elevator's identity authentication system is more cumbersome, requiring identity ID, password and iris verification before it can be used.

Fortunately, however, the Russian side has provided everything, including the operating code of the elevator and contact lenses for fake iris.

Frank used his ID card to open the elevator, and in the upper right corner of the elevator's control panel, where the password was verified, several numbers were pressed in turn, but just as Sarah was about to put the disguised contact lens on him, the contact lens fell off.

It fell to the floor and disappeared without a trace—