Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 129: There is a Communist spy
Subtitle of this chapter: Don’t forget Soviet revisionism when you have American imperialism
Since he couldn't win the argument with the "little prince", the "lackey" could only look at the other two people in the room...
Well, Chief Hill, who looked like an old fool, was actually an old fool in terms of police work, so he would definitely stand on the side of New York City. He could only count on the smart and capable Agent Aiden.
So he said, "Agent Aiden, please explain it from your professional perspective!"
Our ZOD general, Captain Wilton Eden, had already been a little impatient. When he heard this, he cursed in his heart, "Damn New York! Damn lawyers! Damn politics!"
For a "country guy" like him who came from Texas, it was indeed difficult to get used to staying in New York. Moreover, the weather here in November was wet and cold, and the prices were ridiculously high.
The lawyers he scolded were the two prosecutors in front of him. Without becoming a lawyer, one would not be qualified to run for district attorney or be hired as a federal prosecutor.
Agent Aiden, who had worked in the government for some years, knew very well what they were fighting for. In the end, it was nothing more than fighting for credit. And that was "politics"!
He sneered in his heart. When they heard that the suspect was Chinese, the two of them started to get aggressive.
This federal agent has sharp eyes. Although he has only been in contact with Master Yuan for a short time, he already knows that this Chinese man is really a little unusual...
Of course, he didn't know what "Card: Dead Silverfish from the Book of Hera" was.
General ZOD was about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.
“Boom boom boom.”
"Who is it?"
"Is Captain Aiden in there? Your guys are looking for you."
"I'm coming."
He stood up, nodded to the three people in the room, opened the door and walked out.
Less than a minute later, Captain Aiden came back. He looked a little unhappy and said directly, "The suspect's lawyer is here and wants to talk to him alone."
The other three then remembered that the Chinese man had not been interrogated yet.
"No..." Prosecutor Donald Ramsey's first reaction was to stop their meeting, but he really couldn't find a reason. He swallowed his words back halfway.
Attorney General Harold Williams saw him like this and couldn't help but sneer. He said lightly, "It doesn't matter if we let them meet. Can that Chinese man really turn the tables?"
His words really came true. If a Seris like Master Yuan were given a chance, then the sky would no longer be able to cover his eyes, and the earth would no longer be able to block his heart...if it weren't for that broken system.
"Gentlemen, listen to me," Chief Hill said slowly, "Instead of being stuck here, why don't we finish the work at hand first?"
"Prosecutor Ramsey and I are preparing for a press conference tonight."
"Mr. Williams continues to engage with the Department of Justice."
"As for Captain Aiden, you will be in charge of the interrogation. I believe that with your professional skills, it will be useless even if the Chinese has a lawyer."
The district attorney clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Director is absolutely right. I think we should do this."
"You guys..." The Federal Attorney General was no fool. He knew that the old fox's words had actually excluded him.
What he needed now was the support of Captain Aiden, who took orders directly from Washington, so he immediately turned around and said, "Wilton, what do you mean..."
General ZOD is good at business but not at politics, and he is different from Mr. Williams. He is a genuine federal government employee, while the latter is a "one-time official" appointed by the Democratic government, so as long as he does his job well, no one can find fault with him.
He pretended not to notice the Federal Attorney General's gaze, picked up his hat and nodded, saying, "I agree. Then I will go and pry open that Chinese man's mouth now..."
"So, you didn't pry open the Chinese man's mouth?"
Lin Dengwan, dressed as a postman, looked at his superior, a kind old man code-named "Professor", and couldn't help swallowing and nodded with some difficulty.
The two "anarchist" comrades live in Morningside Heights on New York's Upper West Side, not far from Columbia University.
Because the matter was urgent, Lin Dengwan had no time to leave a secret code to inform the other party to go to the meeting place. He had to disguise himself as a postman and ride a bicycle to "deliver the letter" directly to the door.
"SCP Foundation... Yin Chusiting..." The professor, who was wearing a pair of large wooden-framed glasses and had a plump and stout figure, and who our Master Yuan would definitely find somewhat familiar, smiled kindly and said to himself, "What a Chinese Yin Chusiting."
Lindenwan felt a chill in his heart when he saw such a smile, because he had seen with his own eyes that his superior easily dealt with those Tsarist Russian spies who refused to accept "education" with such a smile.
But he still said, "Professor, should I leave immediately?"
"Don't worry." The professor hesitated for a moment and said, "I think that Chinese man is a little young, but he is definitely not simple, nor is he naive. You can wait a little longer."
"But……"
The professor raised his hand to interrupt him and said calmly, "There is no but, my comrade! The organization has just allocated funds for you to build a base. Are you going to let the investment go to waste?"
He asked very kindly: "And how are we going to complete the next stage of our mission?"
"Well, all right then."
"Well, is that right?" The professor nodded and continued, "By the way, are those two women still obedient?"
When Linden heard this, his face turned bitter again. He hesitated and said, "I am quite obedient, but..."
"Is it really okay for us to work with spies from the Second Empire?"
"What's wrong with that?" A strange light flashed in the professor's eyes behind the wide glasses, and he said as a matter of course: "They want to avenge their country, and we want to work for our country. Why can't we cooperate?"
It is really ridiculous that German spies and Soviet agents disguised as "anarchists disguised as ordinary people" lurked in the heart of America and created big news like BO OOOM on Wall Street .
The professor looked at his subordinates and said earnestly: "My comrade lieutenant colonel, you also know that Comrade Trotsky attaches great importance to intelligence work, which is why he established the Red Army's foreign intelligence department. If we consume one point of imperialism's vitality here, our motherland will suffer ten points less pressure. I think the importance of our work does not need to be repeated."
"I see!"
“Boom boom boom!”
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Okay, you go first. I still have to teach Russian to a few students."
Lindenwan nodded, got up and left the villa through the back door. He could still hear the sound of conversation coming from the front door.
"Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Mr. Armen Hammer. You are really punctual. By the way, the two lines of poetry I taught you last time..."
