Goldman still looked tired after sobering up. He approached Lee and worked with Nick to persuade him to go back.

Goldman's reasoning was simple: the mission now seemed too dangerous. Your father is already one of our FBI martyrs, and now we can't put you in danger anymore, no matter what.

This reason is magnificent, and Lee can't find the excuse to fight back for a while. He just didn't speak, but his mind kept thinking about what to do.

Seeing that he was silent, Goldman made a look, and Nick and Phil quickly sat around and followed the persuasion.

Distraught by them, Lee frowned and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's not time for me to leave." You have just arrived, and you are not familiar with the complicated situation and environment here, and since Helen and I have already done a lot of work, then I will stay with you for a while, and when you have completely taken over, I will not be too late to leave.

He knew it was stalling, and he knew they knew what he was thinking and expressing.

A large part of the same team and a very small group of people are now deeply pitied. None of them could accept each other's plan, and they were all puffed up like a bunch of frogs.

I really can't, Goldman stood up and said, okay, okay, we're all a team. Well, I'll consult with Headquarters early tomorrow morning and hear their opinions.

Everyone had no choice but to disperse.

Back in his room, the more Lee thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Now Goldman is in a hurry to go back by himself, there must be a new change in the mission, but he was almost killed by drug dealers, Helen's whereabouts are unknown, and Martin died unclear, these things are unacceptable to outsiders, not to mention that he is a professional police detective. If you can't say anything, you can't leave now, if you continue like this, how will you face your friends and colleagues in the police in the future?

He decides to hang up the phone with Pierce, who is far away in North America, and asks him to help him stay.

It's just that he doesn't know that Pierce is unwilling to come forward to help, and he must have a reason to do it.

So you say that you have found a big source of poison here? Or a terrorist group that endangers the security of the United States and world peace?

He pursed his lips for a long "whew", followed by a long, deep breath. The fresh oxygen he inhaled lifted his mind, and he decided to go for that reason.

Picking up the phone from his hotel room, he hesitated for a moment and put it down again. This kind of unencrypted means of communication, if anyone wants to eavesdrop, it is like running naked during the day. He decided that it would be better to think of something else.

Lee took his passport, which he defined as a California art dealer, and prepared to go out and find a computer to use an encrypted email to see if he could contact Pierce.

It's been so long since he's been on a business trip, and it's been a long time since he's been on his encrypted mailbox. From sending and receiving emails every day in the United States, to barely touching a computer for half a year, Lee feels like he's in another world, a completely different world.

He and Pierce have some special pact, as they can be counted as nominally a master-apprentice relationship. Pierce told him that you would have enough to learn the techniques of combat, explosives, assassination, etc., and that there were some areas of research that were better than that of an old man like me. But I can tell you something that saves lives, and it has nothing to do with IQ, it's about experience, it's about being a person.