"Mrs. Driscoll, sorry to interrupt."
At this time, Driscoll had just assigned a group of people the task of capturing Thomas Sherlock, and Chloe came to her.
Driscoll looked at Chloe with a serious look on her face. She still admired the ability of the TU chief technician in front of her, but she just felt that the cooperation between him and her was not very tacit.
Moreover, the other party was not her direct descendant, but she worked very well with the previous two speakers, Jack Bauer and Tony Almeida.
Now Ameda was fired and imprisoned because he ordered an unauthorized order that affected the overall plan during a mission to protect his wife Marshall. He has now been released after serving his sentence. If it weren't for Palmer's protection, he might still be in prison now. Squatting.
Jack, on the other hand, had no choice but to become addicted to drugs because of an undercover operation two years ago in order to complete the mission. It just so happened that Driscoll had just parachuted into the position of CU's talker not long ago. In order to establish his own prestige, he directly Jack was fired.
However, Jack is also a ruthless person who successfully detoxed from drugs through his strong willpower. He is now a senior assistant to Defense Secretary James Heller. Today, he came to negotiate with Driscoll on TU's budget issues on behalf of Heller, but a train exploded. Due to the incident, Driscoll was temporarily unavailable, so he waited in the work hall.
Driscoe thought about so many things for just a moment, and asked Chloe: "What's the matter?"
"An old classmate of mine, Andrew Page, just called me and he noticed that several well-known Internet nodes have been compromised, and I think it is related to this incident."
Drisco crossed his arms and looked at Chloe calmly: "Tell me the reason."
"This morning, several servers located in Akala, Turkey uploaded codes that appeared to be made up of demon scripts to multiple nodes on the Internet. Thomas is from Akala. Do I need to follow up?"
Driscoll lost interest in an instant and said flatly: "No, what we have to deal with now is the train explosion and Thomas. Let's transfer this matter to the FBI."
After saying that, Driscoll left. Chloe pouted and sighed in displeasure, and returned to her work station. Suddenly, she caught sight of her old boss and friend Jack from the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up.
And Jack is now in the conference room talking to Drisco about the budget.
He felt calm when facing Driscoe, his old boss who fired him, but Driscoe only felt embarrassed for a moment before returning to normal.
"Hello Erin."
"Hello, Jack."
"Secretary Heller may not be able to come today."
"It doesn't matter. It's the same if you come. You also know that we are carrying out relevant operations now. Let's get straight to the point."
"OK."
Both of them knew that CU was always busy with everything, so they sat down facing each other without saying anything.
"Jack, let me be blunt with you, I don't like the budget your boss is proposing."
"What is the problem?"
"The Ministry of National Defense wants to take away 85% of the cooperation funds between intelligence agencies, leaving too little for the TU."
"If you want more, you have to have a better reason."
"I have a proposal," Driscoll handed Jack a stack of papers.
After reading a few pages, Jack asked, "Do you want to use satellites to monitor the port?"
"Yes, any questions?"
"No problem, but this is not enough. In order to cooperate with the monitoring, a sufficient number of ground field personnel must be ensured."
"It costs too much."
"It's not much if you make full use of intelligence from other departments. I'm not going to let Heller sign an unreasonable budget."
After hearing this, Driscoll cursed in his heart, "It's not like you don't know the differences between the various intelligence agencies in the United States."
When the owner of the chicken roll addictive drug sales company and the Drug Enforcement Administration were at odds with each other, they would hire CIA technicians to provide them with technical services.
Why the hell do I need to ask you for a budget if I can cooperate sincerely with other intelligence agencies?
"Then I'll talk to Heller directly?" Driscoll said directly and forcefully.
Jack also retorted directly and forcefully: "No, you can only talk to me, and we will not talk about the same issue twice!"
For a moment, the two stared at each other, neither side giving in, and the atmosphere in the conference room became deadlocked.
Didi-di-di-di-
"Erin, Lonnie and the others have arrived at the dry cleaners."
Suddenly, CTU's unique communication ring rang in the conference room, breaking the deadlock. Then a word came. The two of them turned their attention directly to the speaker. Driscoll ignored Jack and focused on his work.
"Are there any live images?"
"After he set up the hidden camera, the signal would come in from channel one."
"Okay." Driscoll stood up directly after hearing this, "Excuse me, Jack."
After that, Jack ignored him and sat in front of a big screen. He flicked the screen and it lit up.
The two saw the owner of a dry cleaning shop appear on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Is there a problem?"
"You must be Mr. Landtraff."
"Should I get to know you?"
"I'm Lonnie Labelle, affiliated with TU headquarters in Los Angeles. I have a few questions to ask you."
Jack, who was eating melon on the side, frowned while listening to the conversation between the two. Why is this TU's head of field operations so amateurish?
You're not a cop, you're a CTU agent. You deal with terrorists who don't take their own lives seriously. Is it really appropriate to report your family name directly like this? !
Jack was heartbroken to say a few words, but when he thought that he no longer worked at CTU, he resisted his inner desire to point fingers.
Then he heard Lonnie's questioning like a note checking the ward.
"Do you know a man named Thomas Sherlock?"
"I do not recognize."
"Really? There are records showing that you have just contacted him in the past few days."
Jack finally couldn't help but glance at Driscoll, and found that the other man's face was as normal, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Lonnie's actions at all.
I've only been away from CTU for two years, and this place has turned into a police station? !
At this moment, Jack also realized the crux of the problem. Driscoll was parachuted in two years ago. He had never had front-line work experience before, so he was particularly fond of these formalistic rules. Otherwise, he would not have done it two years ago. He was fired for attracting fans on the job.
And this is obviously very inconsistent with the nature of CTU's work. No wonder when he came in, he found that not only Chloe always had a bitter and resentful expression, but also the other civilian staff were really just civilian staff, just like Just like going to and from get off work, he doesn't care about anything else except his own work. It's not like an intelligence agency but like an agency of the government that is open to the outside world.
Thinking of this, Jack was also confused. Could it be that TU is actually a police station disguised as an intelligence department?
"It's not me, I'm just a well-behaved businessman."
"I didn't say you were unruly either."
"You have no right to harass me like this."
Jack couldn't bear to listen to this conversation that was completely like a police officer's ward round, and reminded Drisco: "This person is hiding something."
Driscoe just looked at the screen and said without looking back: "Jack, relax, Lonnie and the others will take care of it."
"Eileen, listen to me, it's business hours now but the shutters are closed, and there are no other store employees. This guy is acting too nervous. Believe me, he must be hiding something!"
Driscoll glanced at Jack and felt that what he said made sense, so he picked up the microphone and ordered Lonnie on the front line: "Lonnie, turn your back to him for a moment."
After hearing this, Lonnie naturally turned around with his hands on his hips and walked forward slowly, as if he was boredly observing the environment of the entire dry cleaning shop.
"Have you been here since we opened at six in the morning?"
"Yes."
When the dry cleaner owner said this, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the two o'clock direction, but in such a brief moment, Jack caught the movement of his eyes.
"This is it!"
clatter--
Jack directly pressed the pause button, and the screen suddenly froze.
Then, without waiting for Driscoe to make a sound, he started to operate as fiercely as a tiger, directly zooming in on the screen so that the head of the dry cleaner owner filled the screen, and then slowly moved the video screen back a little in time and started to play in slow motion.
Sure enough, Driscoll could clearly see the eyes of the dry cleaner owner in the picture glancing towards the two o'clock direction from time to time.
"Lonnie, look at the right front of him, there might be someone hiding there."
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