January 13, 2001, New York Airport.

The fanatical reporters, carrying long guns and short cannons, sent photos of corpses carried down from distant planes to the company radio station as soon as possible.

I don't know if it's intentional or not.

Some NSA and FBI with obvious signs, as well as some high-level executives of the New York Police Department and various departments who usually show their faces in the news, are all included in the frame and have their own close-ups.

This made the reporters, who had already been signaled, even more excited as if they were taking drugs.

In the United States, dead people are not a big deal.

Even if a dozen or so people died on the plane, it became a short-term conversation at most.

But the presence of so many heavyweight departments and people here at the same time means that what they are filming now is definitely big news that is rarely seen on weekdays!

The other side.

One by one, after being interrogated individually, the passengers signed a confidentiality agreement, and left one after another with mixed feelings for the rest of their lives.

Dean and Amon were in the airport lounge, cross-legged, watching the news on TV:

A spokesman for the city Z office was blocked by a group of reporters at the door of the city Z office to cover the news that had just been broadcast to the television station.

This is a good-looking middle-aged blonde man.

"Mr. Defoe, can you tell me what really happened at the New York airport?"

"May I ask if flight K768 has been attacked by a terrorist attack?"

"Why are there so many high-level people in the NSA, the FBI, Mr. Defoe, the masses are free to know the truth!"

Defoe half-pushed, stretched out his hands, and suppressed the noise of the scene:

"For specific situations, please pay attention to the Z Mansion broadcast.

The only thing that can be revealed at the moment is that the New York police subdivisions, in coordination with the NSA and the FBI, prevented a catastrophic event for New York, and have so far killed more than 10 terrorists and captured several members. ”

"What about the casualties of passengers and crew on the flight?" , a beautiful memory that has long been arranged, said loudly.

A sad look appeared on Defoe's lips: "All the passengers are safe and sound, but in order to protect them, we have killed a dutiful flight attendant, and a kind flight attendant has suffered some minor injuries. ”

He gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and his voice and tone gradually became excited: "It is precisely because of these great people that the great American Federation and New York have become the world's business card and the defender of order, and we will always be worthy of your trust."

Leave aside why this group of terrorists is here.

Defoe was right.

Bang Bang Bang ~

Whether it's the atmosphere or the waist bag in place.

The crowd cheered and swelled, and at the same time, the curiosity of many viewers in front of the TV was attracted, and they were ready to pay attention to the official report as soon as the time came!

Dean turned off the TV, exhaled a puff of smoke, and chuckled, "Amon, you're really efficient. ”

"Not as good as you." , Amon's unsmiling face showed a rare evil smile: "Who would have guessed that Inspector Dean, who prevented this terrorist attack, was the only murderer who caused the flight attendant's injury." ”

Hearing this, Dean's face flushed slightly.

That's right.

The only crew casualty in the news was none other than Catherine.

When she came out, she was carried by the medical staff on a stretcher, and she no longer had the strength to walk normally.

After all, it's a small horse-drawn cart.

Wrong payment.

When Dean said goodbye to her, Catherine didn't even dare to leave contact information.

She was afraid of death.

So a legendary love that can be adapted into a Hollywood true story movie ended with this absurd and irresponsible reason before it even began.

'News' after reading.

It's time to get down to business.

Amon took the black box beside him to the table between the two of them, opened it, took out three documents, and pushed them in front of Dean: "This is the reward they prepared for you!" ”

Dean picked up one curiously and expectantly and looked at it.

He gave away this great credit directly, and even erased the traces of his existence in this terrorist attack.

This means that he will not be able to take advantage of this incident and reap the benefits on the surface.

Amon said that he would fight for unimaginable benefits for him.

Now the other party has made good on its promise.

Dean looked closely.

This is a letter of appointment for a special member of the NSA (National Security).

According to the information above.

By signing his name on the paper, Dean would be granted the same law enforcement authority as an NSA member.

The position level and salary correspond to the level of his current inspector.

Besides.

He doesn't have to have KPI assessments like Amon.

This is equivalent to Dean now having an extra layer of NSA skin on his body, but under normal circumstances, he does not have to bear the corresponding obligations.

"In addition to the reflection on the documents, you and your family's information in the Intelligence Bureau will also be given a corresponding permission promotion, and there will be special markings." , Amon added.

Dean nodded.

That's really good.

Think about it.

One day, a certain suspect upset him, but because of the identity of the police detective department, he couldn't deal with it on the surface.

When the time comes, the identity will be changed: Sir, I suspect that you have threatened the safety of this land, and now come with me to the little black house

It's not cool to think about.

Dean put down the file and looked at the other two.

These two documents are much the same as the previous ones.

One is a letter of appointment from the FBI.

One is a letter of special appointment from the New York Police Department.

As long as Dean signs it, not only can he receive a few salaries in the future, but also legally, he is no longer limited to Los Angeles, but has legal law enforcement rights in the whole of the United States.

One word, absolutely!

Seeing Dean's face look satisfied.

Amon smiled: "These actually just give you more choices, but what really helps you the most is the change of your identity information on your file." ”

As he spoke, he took out another stack of papers from his suitcase.

Dean opened it and found two blank identity files: Italian and Irish.

Both of these identities are called Dean.

But the surname, however, is still blank.

Dean looked puzzled: "Does this mean that I can act in three identities in the future?" ”

Amon nodded and shook his head:

"Your identity information of Italian descent will be recorded in the FBI's files, which will keep you from being hostile to some NC in the future.

The identity of Irish origin will be recorded in the NSA's files.

However, these two identities are only valid if you use the documents of the corresponding department.

This will also make your status reasonable and there will be no promotion restrictions for general immigrants. ”

Although the United States is a country of immigrants, it has some unspoken rules that are not put on the table but are taken as guidelines: industry, ceiling, acceptance.

Like Dean.

His great-grandfather's generation was a Chinese worker who was deceived into this land more than a hundred years ago, and luckily did not become a dry bone in the ground and multiplied.

In order to survive better.

From Grandpa Dean's generation, children and grandchildren began to consciously seek the union of foreign people, give birth to mixed-race offspring, and integrate into this strange land.

It's despicable, but it's also a helpless move.

Because in that era, in addition to being bullied by Xiaobai and Xiaohei, Chinese people who were serious would also be bullied by more powerful and tasteless compatriots.

But even so.

At this point in time in this parallel world.

No matter how capable Dean is, he will become the gatekeeper of the ruling class at most, and he will never be able to become a reaper, otherwise there will be an 'accident'.

Now he doesn't have to worry about it.

Because Amon's side actually helped him prepare two additional official authentication identities!

One Italian, one Irish.

Dean had a strange look in his eyes.

Boy.

Now your identity is as flexible as your morality.

But he guessed.

In this, it is estimated that Anthony has the credit, otherwise this repeated horizontal jumping behavior will not be cheap to Dean.

This teacher, although he doesn't teach himself much, really doesn't say anything to him.

Dean picked up his pen and signed the papers.

These documents, in triplicate, will eventually be stored in a secret room, and will be encrypted and marked in different intelligence channels on the network.

Dean's gaze lingered for a moment on his FBI profile.

In this identity, he is of Italian descent and has his mother's surname: Dean Luchez.

The surname Luches, although it has mafia overtones, is also one of the mafia families that was suppressed by the FBI in the fifties.

But it's a special thing.

It's just Dean's status at the FBI.

Anyway, he wasn't ready to get into the top of the FBI.

Dean couldn't help but smile at the thought that he was going to attend the Lucchess family reunion in New York next.

Now that's interesting.

It's all my own family.

Your connections and resources, mine, are there any problems?

No problem!

Amon put all the documents back into the suitcase and reminded again:

"Dean, your other two identities are only used for file queries, and one department corresponds to one identity.

When your documents come down, the same will be true.

It's not the same as the new identity of those informants.

They are new people.

And you belong to the skin, your real identity, or your current identity.

So when you need to use the corresponding identity, you must not dig out the wrong documents!

Otherwise, if you are killed by your own people because of a misunderstanding, it will be difficult for me to explain it to His Excellency Anthony. ”

Dean: "."

Does Lao Tzu look so stupid!

Amon still had a lot to do, so he didn't stay long.

"It will take at least one day to make the documents, and I will have someone send them to you when the time comes.

But from now on, your identity has taken effect.

By tomorrow morning at the latest, the corresponding identity information of each of your departments can also be queried from official channels and obtain the corresponding level of confidentiality.

If I had no other questions, I would leave. ”

Dean looked at the night sky outside the lounge and hesitated, "What is the situation with the family of that air guard?" ”

Amon glanced at Dean in surprise: "Guilty? ”

He was involved and naturally knew the truth of the matter.

Dean shook his head: "I've never felt guilty about what I've done, and if I do it again, I'll still make the same choice!" ”

In the face of life and death, don't talk about human nature.

On the plane, he was ready to kill the passenger by mistake, not to mention the air police.

Amon nodded:

"You're right.

When we are soft-hearted, it means retirement.

And you don't have to think about it.

That guy is a scumbag, not only alcoholics, but also often abuses his wife and children, and threatens them not to tell outsiders.

So when his wife and children learned that he had been killed, they were very happy.

After all, the pension in the back is not low, and there is also a share from the airline. ”

Dean was stunned.

No wonder that guy behaved so wastefully, after Catherine broadcast a reminder, he was stupid and pulled out his gun directly, and would not observe or identify himself first.

Out of humanitarianism.

Dean took out a check, wrote down the amount of 100,000 US dollars, and handed it to Amon: "In any name, help me give it to his family, and by the way, let someone help me send a white chrysanthemum to that guy's funeral." ”

$100,000 only.

For his current assets, it's just a decimal.

Amon took the check, waved his hand, and disappeared from Dean's field of vision with a group of people outside the door.

Predictable.

This guy is going to enter the leadership of the NSA (National Security) this time.

Unconsciously.

The level of his own network is getting higher and higher.

Dean dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stepped on it, grabbed his blazer and draped it over his shoulders, dragged his tattered pants like a homeless man, and leisurely followed him out of the lounge.

It's dark at night.

It's time to rest.

I hope that the Luches family reunion the day after tomorrow will not disappoint me

Tomorrow it should be back to day.

Good night.

(End of chapter)