"I have to make sure this is true, Roan."
After listening to Luo An's narration, Veranith closed her eyes solemnly, rubbed her temples with her right hand for a while, then opened her eyes and said to Luo An:
"As for the contact named Daisy, ask Lidya to write down all the information she knows and give it to me. I will try to find out the specific situation of the other party."
"Okay, sir."
Luo An nodded, took the pen and paper, turned around and left the study.
He knew how difficult this matter was, and the other party was a senior executive of the NSA, the National Security Agency of the United States.
A bar owner wants to bring down the top brass of a prominent federal intelligence agency...
In the United States, a magical country where there is no corruption and all are legal political donations, the success rate of this kind of thing is probably not lower than Roan's chance of succeeding in the election or becoming president.
But the matter still had to be reported. When Luoan found out about it from Lydia, he had a reason to be silenced by NSA senior officials.
Although Luo An has a system and feels that there is a high probability that he will not die soon, he does not want to become 007 and be targeted by governments around the world.
Finally, he was taken to the laboratory and subjected to three tests, two tests and one study.
But Luo An didn't panic. After several previous observations, he found that Veranith's background was not simple.
The time at this time was 2005. In the male-dominated FBI, Veranith was able to become the team leader as a woman. No fool would believe that she had no background at all.
After seeing the jammer under the other party's desk just now, Luo An became more convinced of his judgment.
Although I don’t know what Veranith’s background is, I saw that after hearing the whole incident, she did not order herself to forget the incident on the spot and pretend that it had never happened. Instead, she wanted to confirm the authenticity of the incident. Make a decision.
Luo An's lips curled up slightly, this matter was settled.
Let the big shots deal with the big shots, and don't get involved in the fights between parties and departments.
As an ordinary FBI agent, the best thing to do is to get some practical benefits.
A few minutes later, Luo An put the information about 'Daisy' in Lydia's mouth on the desk. Veranith nodded and signaled Luo An to go out and wait for a while.
After closing the brown box, editing the information of 'Daisy' into an email, she sent it to the leader of the No. 2 Investigation Team who was on shift at the FBI New York branch building today. Veranith asked him to investigate the other party's identity as quickly as possible, and the process Confidentiality.
Thirty minutes later, the relevant information about 'Daisy' was encrypted and sent to Veranith's computer.
Veranith narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw an old woman in a car in the garage who was shot in the forehead and died on the spot. The items in the apartment were not missing, but it was judged to be a burglary by the Los Angeles Police Department.
After thinking for a moment, she bent down and took out a big black cell phone, pressed the number and called.
"Why this call, Verenith?"
At the FBI headquarters in Washington, Clement, an elderly white man, saw the big-ass cell phone handed to him by his secretary, with a stern look on his face, and he immediately sat up straight.
But after hearing that it was Verenis on the other end of the phone, Clement suddenly said very unhappy:
"You know what this call means, just for an agent?"
"No, it's the NSA."
Verenis didn't talk nonsense and directly recounted the incident Luo An said from a third-person perspective, and finally said with a serious expression:
"That's it. I will send you the information in a moment. Mr. Clement, the NSA has crossed a line this time."
NSA, the National Security Agency of the United States, is affiliated with the Department of Defense. Its work is to monitor radio broadcasts, communications and the Internet.
FBI, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, is affiliated with the Department of Justice. Its work includes counterterrorism, counterintelligence and criminal investigations.
"You're right, someone crossed a line."
After listening to Veranith's words, Clement narrowed his eyes and thought slowly. He speculated which NSA senior executive was responsible for doing this. At the same time, he was also thinking about how this matter could help his career.
For example, take one more step.
Don't think that the intelligence organizations in the United States are harmonious. In fact, many times they want to kill each other on the spot and take over the power themselves.
As a top intelligence official, who wouldn't want to be Edgar Hoover?
"You did a good job on this, Verenith."
After thinking for a long time, Clement decided to talk to the head of the NSA in the White House tomorrow, and then smiled on the phone with great satisfaction:
"As expected of our Clement family, even women are stronger than men from other families."
"I did not investigate this matter, Mr. Clement."
Upon hearing the words on the other end of the phone, Veranith snorted coldly and said:
"It was investigated by my agent Luo An, who was refused to join the foundation by you because he was not qualified."
"..."
After hearing this, Clement fell silent, then shook his head and smiled:
"Verenith, I know you admire Roan Greenwood, but lying is not a good habit.
You have to know that if you forcibly promote someone to a high position without the corresponding abilities, the final result can only be reduced to the dirt at the feet of everyone. "
Verenis said without any nonsense:
"The case was discovered by Luo An."
"..."
"The witness was found by Luo An."
"..."
"The other party applied for witness protection and was willing to appear in court to testify. He was also persuaded by Luo An."
"...Okay, Veranith, there's no need to say anything more, I believe you."
At the Washington headquarters, Clement patted his head in annoyance, with a complicated look on his face, and finally sighed and said:
"I promise you, I will approve Roan Greenwood's application to join the Columbus Foundation later, and at the same time raise his level to that of a senior agent, okay?"
"Not enough, Mr. Clement."
Hearing the sigh on the other end of the phone, Veranis raised the corners of her mouth and was in a very good mood.
Recalling what Luo An said before when describing the case, he said that he had neither a car nor a house, Veranith's eyelids twitched and she said:
"A few days ago, the FBI notified internally that a group of criminals' stolen property is going to be auctioned internally. I remember that there is a small apartment worth 900,000 in Greenwich Village, Manhattan. Why not sell it to Agent Luo An for 500,000?"
"NO! This joke is not funny, Verenith."
Upon hearing this, Clement's voice immediately rose and he decisively refused:
"The market price of that apartment is more than 1.2 million. The price of 900,000 is already the limit of the benefits the FBI provides to its insiders. 500,000 is absolutely impossible... How about this, how about 800,000?"
"500,000, that's it. I'll tell Luo An later. If he wants to buy it, I'll call you."
Veranis, who knew the inside story, curled her lips and hung up the phone without saying a word.
"Damn it, I actually blackmailed my uncle!"
When he heard the busy signal on the phone, Clement's face twitched and he took several deep breaths to suppress his unhappiness.
However, 500,000 was also the starting price of the apartment. Clement didn’t lose money, he just didn’t make any money.
Of course, for some people, not making money means losing money.
After a long silence, Clement stood up and left the office. After opening the door, he threw the spanking phone into the secretary's arms and said in a deep voice:
"Prepare the car, I'm going to the White House office... Also, temporarily remove auction item No. 113 from the list. Someone will contact you to buy it later."
The secretary nodded. He was used to this kind of thing:
"Okay, sir."
