The floor creaked.

Ethan followed Harold into the room where they had just been hiding, looking around curiously.

This was what was supposed to have been the library's library before, and it looked very empty, with a desk in the middle.

Several monitors on the desktop are surrounded by a semicircle.

Old-fashioned table lamps with green shades were scattered all over the room, perhaps for the sake of keeping a low profile, and a few smaller bulbs were placed low, and wires were hanging from the ceiling.

Whiteboards are erected around the office, and some of them are empty.

And there are ...

Ethan's face darkened when he saw his profile picture on it, and his name, age, height, and professional experience were written next to the photo.

He posted a lot of people.

This is the first time I've seen myself posted and studied, and it's a very unpleasant feeling.

"Ahem~"

Harold coughed slightly, limped over to the whiteboard, took the photo down, and quickly placed it behind him.

Although he thinks what he is doing is the right thing.

But after all, this is a country that attaches great importance to personal privacy, and it will still feel quite embarrassing to be seen by the parties, and he didn't expect the current situation, so it was too late to remove the information.

His gaze continued to drift and fell on Shaw's body.

She was sitting on the couch beside her, her feet resting on the small coffee table, looking at her with an unkind gaze, chewing gum in her mouth.

A horse dog was lying on her lap with its ears twitching slightly.

The eyes are also quite vigilant.

Smiling at the woman, his gaze fell on the wall next to her, where there was a bulletin board plastered with various photos, and in the middle of the two bulletin boards were layers of social security numbers.

Red strings nailed to the numbers extend into the photo.

Each rope corresponds to each photo, and the red rope is almost covered with a bulletin board more than two meters high, which looks very visually impactful.

"Oh my God."

Ethan walked over quickly, stood in front of the bulletin board, looked left and right and said in surprise: "To be honest, at first I thought you were just a hot head neurosis, but now I have a new sense. ”

"I didn't expect you to save so many people!"

There are more than a hundred dense photos on it, to say the least, in a way.

These three people are doing great good.

To be honest, many law enforcement officers have been able to save the lives of three or five people in their entire careers, which is already very good, and their results are better than many police stations.

Words of appreciation, but silence fell into the room.

This silence sent a chill down Ethan's spine, and he turned his head stiffly: "Please, don't tell me, this is a death list?" ”

"Hmm."

Harold sat back in his office chair, took a sip of his coffee, and said with a complicated face: "These are all people who are involved in dangerous situations like you, unfortunately, we are not superhuman." ”

He barely squeezed out a smile and sighed:

"But since the help of Mr. Reese and Ms. Shaw, the growth rate of this list has slowed down a lot!"

Looking back at the bulletin board, Ethan's expression was shocked.

Everybody.

Photographs of various ethnic groups crumpled up on the wall, and the smiling faces that had died were overwhelmingly photographed at him, making him take two steps back and gasp.

That's a death list.

The people who could be posted were all dead!

"I don't understand."

Ethan took a deep breath and asked Harold puzzled, "Why don't you cooperate with the New York Police Department, I believe that with their strength, there must be a lot more things that can be done." ”

"And the FBI?"

"If these are all premeditated, they can always intervene in murders!"

I thought it would be an occasional name popping up, but I didn't expect it to be of this scale, what three people can do, to be honest, is quite limited.

Just after hearing his words, Harold and Reese were a little confused.

Xiao, who was scratching the dog, also stopped.

"Mayor Morgan."

Harold raised his glasses, looking very confused: "What I just told you, have you not understood yet, let me repeat it again, this is a national-level big data screening system." ”

"Mainly dealing with terrorist attacks against the homeland."

"I know!"

Ethan spread his hands and interrupted the other party's words: "Crimes against ordinary people will also be monitored, so the authorities... ”

At this, he stopped abruptly.

"What do you mean?"

Looking at Harold, he furrowed his eyebrows: "This is top secret?" ”

Xiao next to him rolled his eyes, if this is not a secret, I don't know what else can be counted.

Without the other party answering, Ethan quickly reacted.

It's not just a top secret, it's a deadly secret, and the authorities are spying on everyone's data, whether it's phone calls, emails, or social networks.

This is quite appalling things.

Just now, I really didn't pay attention to it.

As long as it spreads, no matter what the purpose is, it will definitely cause an uproar, and the American people must not tolerate such a thing.

At that time, the Prism project caused a very fierce response.

Now what they are talking about is simply an upgraded version of the prism, and the relevant departments will never allow this kind of thing to leak out, which will undoubtedly lead to the resignation of the top of the authorities.

Most importantly, it will lose a powerful weapon against terrorists.

"Wait."

His eyebrows narrowed, and he asked repeatedly: "This involves a huge amount of data, and the authorities don't know how much manpower and resources are spent on it, how did you get into it?" ”

"Honestly, if discovered."

"I don't think any of you will survive!"

The three of them had different expressions, and Harold had a determined look in his eyes, as if nothing could stop him.

Reece smiled faintly, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to it at all, Xiao still stroked the dog as always, and he didn't seem to feel too many emotional fluctuations in her.

Except, of course, anger.

It's a very strange team.

Because those who don't know at all would rather put their lives on the line than for what, if this kind of information is known by the authorities, they will definitely be hunted down or killed.

In addition, because you can't let others know, saving or stopping others will also break the law.

So it is also facing the pursuit of law enforcement officers.

“OK。”

Seeing that Harold was reluctant to answer his question, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and expressed understanding: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this." ”

The three of them looked at each other, their expressions much more relaxed.

Suddenly being touched by a stranger to the nest has hardly happened before, and they don't know how to deal with it, but they haven't had the idea of killing, and Xiao just wants to teach him a lesson, and it's a big deal to change places in the future.

"Let's get down to business, the gunmen who showed up in the nightclub."

He walked over to his desk and picked up his phone: "Is it possible, you just happen to know the people in it." ”

"That's right."

Harold nodded, about to say something.

"Wait."

Ethan walked quickly to a whiteboard, raised his hand to point to a photo on it, and asked in surprise, "You know this guy, who is he?" When did you die? ”

On the whiteboard, there is a photo of a New York police officer.

It was the patrolman who cleared the way for the sole dealer last night, and I didn't expect to see his photo here.

How is this dead! (End of chapter)