Chapter 636 Positioning Device, Departure, Texas
Friday, 11:30 noon, FBI Washington Headquarters, Investigation Team 13, Team Leader’s Office.
Looking at the black certificate in his hand, Luo An's mouth twitched, speechlessness written on his face. He looked up at Roland and asked:
“What do you mean?”
Roland chuckled and explained:
“This is the sincerity of our CIA.
In the case of Salles, Team Leader Luo An needs to lead the team out of the federation, and the FBI's internal database may not be able to provide much help.
With this certificate, Team Leader Luo An can directly log in to the CIA's internal database to check information, which is simpler and faster. "
Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Roland quietly for a few seconds, then nodded and put away the black ID.
He already had certificates from five other departments, as good as the CIA, and he didn't have to worry about being ordered to do tasks by the CIA. Mr. Clement and FBI Director Robert would have trouble with the CIA.
Hand holding a CIA certificate also has advantages. For example, you can put on a vest and throw scapegoats at certain times.
In addition to the CIA certificate, there is also a disc in a box in the document bag.
"Wow."
After the introduction, Roland handed the metal box to Luo An and said with a smile:
“My suggestion is that after leaving the Federation, Team Leader Luo An should equip the positioning device and swallow it.”
Roland took a sip of coffee and replied:
“The CIA’s database is the same as the FBI’s database. There are internal levels. Many intelligence levels are not high enough to be viewed, and some information is even not entered into the system at all and has always been saved in the form of paper data.
“I have never seen a self-exploding watch, but there are indeed watch-style bombs that can be exploded by remote control.”
Luo An raised his eyebrows, shook the metal box in his hand, and asked:
Roland briefly introduced the metal piece and said that it was a positioning device developed by the CIA's technology department.
Roland shook his head and replied:
The disc can only be viewed once, and the content will be cleared and destroyed after viewing. "
“Wouldn’t it be accidentally excreted during action?”
If there is a signal jammer or similar equipment on site, the positioning device will also fail to send signals.
The contents of this disc are information that we do not have enough authority to view. My boss recorded it on a disc and I gave it to you.
“Swallow it into your stomach?”
“Our CIA’s technology research and development team has considered this issue, so we have already made relevant designs.”
Due to the problem of insufficient energy, the metal plate will send out a signal every 30 minutes after it is activated, and will be silent the rest of the time.
Taking out a somewhat retro-style disc, Luo An asked:
"What's this?"
“About fifty percent, if it were a covert operation, it would not be taken.”
"Inside is some information related to Sarles."
“This is the positioning device our CIA agents wear when they go out.”
“You CIA agents take it when you go out on operations?”
Luo An raised his eyebrows, looked carefully at the retro-style disc in his hand, and asked with a smile:
“Your CIA’s equipment is really complete. Are the glasses, watches, etc. in the movie that will explode after completing the mission real?”
Roland smiled, then he stood up and took out a square metal box the size of a mobile phone from his trousers pocket. When he opened it, there was a thin metal piece the size of a fingernail.
“Definitely not accidentally discharged.”
“What about the end of the operation?”
Luo An spread his hands and asked:
“How to get it out?”
After coming to the Federation for so long, this is the first time Luo An has encountered such a high-tech product. He will never trust the other party until he understands the specific situation.
After Luo An asked the question, Roland showed a somewhat unnatural expression on his face and coughed lightly as he replied:
“In most cases, it will be passed naturally within a month.
If you are worried or anxious, you can use Smilen laxative. ” ˆ ˆ “…”
Hearing Roland's answer, Luo An was speechless and put the metal box aside in disgust.
Smillen purgative, a common drug in the Commonwealth, is mainly used by doctors to stimulate the intestines and treat patients with constipation.
If non-constipation patients use this medicine, the effect can only be said to be a drastic improvement. Those who have weak feet and can walk out of the bathroom on their own are tough guys.
While not discussing the metal piece, Luo An asked Mona to find a computer that could play the disc. Then Mona left and Luo An inserted the retro-style disc into it.
The contents of the disc are photos and information of three white men, two men and one woman. Their actual identities are all senior agents of MI6.
The CIA suspects that one of the three of them is the man behind Salls. The specific one cannot be confirmed yet, and Luo An needs to investigate by himself.
While Luo An was carefully reading the information from the three people, there was a sudden knock on the door of the team leader's office, and then Lacey reached halfway in, shook the folder in her hand, and said with a smile:
“Luo An, the document establishing the special investigation team has been officially released.”
“Good.”
Opening the file and looking at it, Luo An grinned and said without any nonsense:
“In half an hour, we’ll get off work early today. Let’s go back and pack up and get ready. We’ll set off tomorrow!”
"no problem!"
Lacie responded loudly and immediately left the team leader's office to announce the news.
Five minutes later, the disc content was automatically destroyed, and Roland left the office area of Investigation Team 13.
Luo An put the CIA certificates, metal pieces, special investigation team establishment documents, etc. in a row. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth, put them all away, and left the team leader's office.
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The next day, at 8 a.m., Roan took Mona, Lacey, Winslow, Chenelle, Michelle, and the temporary CIA agent Roland on a plane from Washington, D.C., to the southernmost part of the federal government. One of the states, Texas.
The plane was very fast, and everyone arrived in Texas four hours later.
Everyone didn’t have much luggage. Apart from personal clothing and guns and ammunition to protect themselves, they didn’t take many other items.
"Wow."
Stepping out of the airport, she saw people walking on the street, with weapons such as pistols or rifles on their waists and behind their backs. There was even a scene of a group of people carrying long guns partying to buy burgers not far away. Mona’s eyelids trembled:
“I feel like I’m in the 19th century West.”
“That’s why Texas has a lower crime rate than many states in the union.”
Lacie chuckled, pointed to the police patrolling not far away, patted Mona on the shoulder and said:
“In Texas, if you’re going to rob you, it’s not necessarily the police who knock you down. It’s more likely to be a grumpy guy who happens to be passing by with a rifle slung behind his back.”
The ownership rate of private firearms in Texas is about 600,000, which is more firepower than many small countries on the planet.
And 600,000 are only the number of registered and legal guns. There are no statistics on illegal guns. No one knows how many there are.
Temporarily renting an eight-seater MPV, the group drove to the hotel they had booked in advance. At seven o'clock in the evening, Luo An took a group of agents from the 13th Investigation Team to the hotel's cafeteria for dinner. Roland had a few I was eating steak and asked casually:
“The nearest border checkpoint is less than forty kilometers away. When do we leave the Commonwealth?”
"tonight."
After dinner, we went back to our room to rest, and drove out of the hotel at eleven o'clock in the evening. In the dark night, Winslow drove everyone southward.
The further south you go, the more desolate the scenery becomes on both sides of the road. Under the illumination of car headlights, there is only yellow-brown soil and short yellow grass on both sides of the road, and nothing else.
The wind outside the car was a bit impatient, but inside the car it was very quiet. Except for Winslow who was driving, the rest of the people closed their eyes to recuperate and recharge, and no one spoke.
After a long silence, Luo An suddenly asked:
“Winslow, how far is it to the border checkpoint?”
“There are still about ten kilometers.”
“OK, stop the car.”
After hearing this order, Roland, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes in confusion. Then he saw Luo An holding a black hood used by kidnappers to cover the victim's head, and grinned at him. stand up.
Roland: "??!"
(End of this chapter)