Six o'clock in the evening, Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States, the presidential residence, the White House.

In the oval-shaped presidential office, a young man stands at his desk, cleaning up the papers on his desk.

"Tom, remember to copy the summary report of this week's meeting to the Senate, by the way, help me sort out the schedule of activities for next week in advance, the recent poll index has begun to be unstable, next year is the election year, we must seize the initiative in advance, and strive for re-election."

It was a burly black man in a suit sitting behind a desk, the most powerful man in the country.

"We're already getting ready, sir."

A young white man in a blue suit gathered his papers and looked at the president with a smile on his face.

His name is Toms, Thomas Lane, and he is a talented young man.

At the same time, he also has a special identity, that is, the chief of staff of the president's official residence and the director of the White House staff.

In the United States, the chief of staff is the highest-ranking official in the office of the President of the United States, and is also a senior assistant to the President, responsible for supervising the normal work order of all departments under the White House Office, arranging the president's schedule and meeting activities, and convening work meetings of the White House Office.

Because of his extremely important job responsibilities, the White House chief of staff, the chief of staff, usually has the power and status second only to the president, and the fact that he held such a position at the age of 30 is enough to show the president's trust and favor for his abilities.

"Very well, I've always been happy with your work attitude, Tom, please."

With that, the president slowly got up, patted Thomas on the shoulder, and walked towards the gate.

"It is my pleasure, sir."

After the president left, Thomas put away the papers, put the messed desk back to its original state, and returned to his office outside the door of the president's office, and sat down in his seat with a sigh of relief, a little tired of picking up a large cup of coffee in the coffee machine.

The chief of staff's job sounds like a lot of work, but the power of the chief of staff depends entirely on whether the president trusts him.

Luckily, Thomas is very trusted by the president, because they were already in this relationship before they came to the White House, and unfortunately, in order to live up to that trust, Toms has to take on a lot of extra responsibilities, even to control the normal operation of the White House.

Just when Toms was trying to empty himself and let his spirit rest sufficiently, he suddenly heard a text message prompt ring on his mobile phone, turned on the phone, and a message came into view, which also made Toms's brows frown.

Unknown information from an unknown number consists of two photos, one of his wife concentrating on cooking by the kitchen window of his home, and the other of his elementary school daughter laughing and playing on the playground with other classmates on campus.

"It's ...... What do you mean? ”

Looking at the message from the unknown number on his phone, the expression on Tom's face was a little indescribably ugly.

As the president's chief of staff and director of the White House General of Staff, his family information is protected by layers of protection, except for his closest family members, almost no one knows where the Thomas family lives, and his family is also protected by security personnel.

But two photos from his family left Thomas at a loss and panic.

Who sent this text message, why was the other party able to find his home address and daughter's identity information, and even passed through the protection of security personnel and took photos of his family, is it a threat, a prelude to kidnapping, or is it for another purpose?

[Mr. Lane, we can go through the White House data department to find your and your family's information, and naturally we can go through the tight protection of the security department and kidnap or even kill your wife and daughter, who you regard as treasures, but I won't do this, but only temporarily]

[We hope you can be sane enough not to tell anyone, and go to the address we give to meet us alone, but if you don't come, or we find out that you tell anyone else about this, we can't guarantee what we will do]

[If you want their mother and daughter to be safe, it's best to follow our instructions]

Looking at the address left in the text message, Toms Lane gritted his teeth viciously.

He knew that the best way now was to report the matter to the federal police, the National Guard, the FBI, and even the CIA to solve the matter, but since the other party could hack into the White House database, they would naturally know what he had done.

Toms checked the address left on the text message, which was the intersection of a residential street on the West Side of Washington, and the person who sent the text message should not choose to meet him in public, and it is estimated that he will not receive the next text message to guide him until he arrives at the place.

I only hope that these people want to see themselves, not for anything dangerous - if they threaten the national security of the United States, even if they die, he will never divulge any state secrets, at least he can mix the national flag and cover the coffin in a dignified way.

After a short silence, he put down the coffee in his hand, picked up the suit next to him and put it on, and walked quickly to the atrium of the White House.

"Mr. Toms, it's not time to get off work yet, are you going out now?"

"Yes, I'm going out to do something, I'll leave work early tonight, I've already conveyed it to Mr. President, thank you for your concern."

A gentle smile appeared on Tom's face, and when he got into his car, the smile faded away.

The White House wasn't that far from the target location on the text message, and, as he expected, the intersection was not the end, and when he drove to the intersection, he received a second text message on his phone, still directing him in the direction, but asking him to get out of the car and walk.

Thomas realized that he was being watched, but he could only stop the car, and when he got out of the car and looked around, looking at the traffic on the road and all kinds of passers-by, he even had the feeling that everyone looked like a suspicious person, but he didn't choose.

Following the text message that followed, he walked the streets of Washington for nearly half an hour, all the way to a place ten kilometers away from the White House, stopping in front of a Greek restaurant, which, if nothing else, should be the place to meet.

Thomas Lane was stunned by the palatial Greek restaurant in front of him, in his impression, the meeting places in the movie should be some dark and deep alleys, why did the last meeting place actually be in such a Greek restaurant?

At the entrance of the restaurant is a black Bugatti Veyron supercar with blue lines.

Looking at the supercar, Thomas swallowed slowly, and finally took a step and walked into the Greek restaurant, but when he entered the restaurant, he was surprised to find that there were no customers except the waiter waiting at the door.