"I can personally assure you that I don't know what Ms. Grant has discovered; After all, she's in Sacramento, and it's so extraordinary—"

"Extraordinary, isn't it? You're right, Daniel Lee,"

Hearing the deputy director's response in front of him, he couldn't pick up any dry goods in it, and Woodrow Wilson, who stared at this thin man with two eyes, couldn't help but laugh, in this kind of private occasion, there is no need to care too much about the image as when debating on TV:

"Do you know how I'm feeling right now, Lee? I think the CIA's precedence in this incident can be seen as a dereliction of duty, "Seeing everyone else leave in the elevator, surrounded by only two guards at the end of the corridor in the distance, His Excellency the President's voice grew up, "About this damn Middle East civil war, well, Congress has always told the United States not to meddle in other countries' affairs, thinking that we can't afford to pay the price of war, and now, the price of oil has been above the $120 price red line for fourteen months?"

So, I can turn a blind eye to the mess in Congress, and what about you CIA, my state assistant told me this morning that Damascus submitted a report to the Security Council a month ago complaining that they had discovered stealth fighters that were suspected to be 'Raptors', and then you all took it as a shadow, right?

Now that the basket is poked out, your brigade is pouring out to make a mess of the United States' aerospace manufacturing system -- Daniel Lee, you know how many times a day the arms giants call me, I should have moved all my offices to the CIA headquarters. I'm sure the telephone exchange in your building will soon be blown up! ”

"Uh...... Your Excellency, President's Cabinet! This—"

A rebuke against Wilson. It's just that there's no power to parry. Daniel Lee, who was not in charge of the core affairs of the CIA, exaggeratedly raised his thin arm and waved it around, he looked around a few times, but he couldn't think of any words to deal with, and then he woke up from a dream and reminded the president:

"Didn't Grant mention just now that she would send a report to the White House?

I thought, then, there must be some narrative in there, even if it's an obscure one? - Yes, yes, sir, then I will accompany you to the office, and then you can go to the city of Langley. I guarantee that the directors of the intelligence bureau will prepare the necessary documents and files, and ...... Seriously, I'm interested in this thing right now. ”

“…… Hot? ”

Hearing the deputy director mention the report, Wilson, who raised his wrist to look at his watch, turned and left, he strode down the carpet of the corridor, tilting his head from time to time to look at the man next to him who was also walking and stuttering, this guy actually said that he was "very interested" in the CIA's business, but this is not their own job: who would say this in front of outsiders, this kind of expression is simply too unprofessional and too casual.

The only independent intelligence agency in the United States, is such a bizarre guy in a key position?

Or look at this guy in a wrong-sized suit and an ugly old Stanford alumni tie. Maybe there is something extraordinary under this thin body, and who knows this.

While allowing the mind to diverge. On the other hand, he came to the secretary's room next to the office, Woodrow Wilson had no time to talk about the beautiful job students who were dressed up in the past, he waved his hand to drive everyone out, and then sat down in front of the computer in person, and took out the silver-gray electronic identification card in his jacket pocket in a rusty manner, and tinkered for a while before letting the printer print out the report of the CIA's California branch.

Never in the habit of reading a text on a screen, Wilson strolled over to the printer, picked up a stack of A4 papers, and flipped through them in his hand.

The president sat in the swivel chair and looked at the text, and Daniel Lee, who looked cramped next to him, didn't know whether he should avoid it or not, and copied it in his pocket with both hands for a while before taking it out, he still restrained his curiosity at this time, and even if he didn't come up to peek, he could guess something from Wilson's muttering:

"Hmm...... An ordinary theft? I'll see...... Phone traces, chains of evidence, and---what's this, detailed accommodation records at the country motel," the president muttered as he looked up at the deputy commissioner, startling the skinny Daniel Lee, "your CIA report is really detailed, I want to investigate the 'ghosts,' and you're going to show me and my staff?" …… Oh, and here, 'It's believed that several suspects have stolen cars in California and broken into a suburban home at gunpoint' -- tsk, I said Daniel, there's still some difference between the CIA's role and the FBI's, Katherine's point in tracking down these thieves, seriously, I don't see anything from these police records! ”

“……”

Although he had a lot of experience in dealing with the situation, he did not know where His Excellency the President's impatience came from, and the deputy director of the CIA was very silent on the sidelines, feeling that his duty was limited to accompanying Woodrow Wilson to Langley, and that there would naturally be agents and supervisors in charge of specific matters to deal with.

Facing the CIA dignitary who was speechless in front of him, Wilson, who raised his eyelids, "snorted", he didn't expect any reply, so he continued to look through the printed manuscript in his hand. Seeing that he had finished reading a long interim report, which was actually more of a hodgepodge of intelligence, Wilson's nagging continued, "Well, this is probably the most boring case file investigation record I've seen in many years; Although they stole the archival records of the 'ghost' object, they ......"

As the pages went on, Wilson's complaints came to an abrupt end as if they were tripping, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became a little weird, making the deputy director standing and waiting next to him feel that something was not right.

In confusion, Daniel Lee raised his eyes to look at the desk, only to see Woodrow Wilson, who was still muttering a moment ago, but at this time he was looking at the report in a daze, not only did he not make a sound again, but he also did not blink his eyelids, and his face looked a little stiff and unnatural.

What's the matter, what's wrong with this President, it's as if you've been frightened by something?

In the uncertainty of probing his brain next to him, Daniel Lee had no idea why Wilson was stunned, in fact, even if he saw the stack of printer paper, he couldn't figure it out at all. At this moment, in front of Woodrow Wilson, a few lines of black and white instructions, each word seemed quite simple, but it made the head of the supreme leader of the United States of America dizzy for a while, he knew what the word would represent, but it was really a little difficult to understand.

YF-23 "Ghost", the theft of fighter jet data, why is such a thing - would it be connected to "that place"?

No, it's impossible, but ......

stunned on the swivel chair for a while, and when he finally came to his senses, Woodrow Wilson, whose forehead was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, suddenly got up from the chair and greeted Daniel Lee, who was still dazed next to him:

"Let's go, let's go at once!

Daniel, you can hop in my car and get in touch with Langley on the way, I need to make a good visit to CIA headquarters. ”

……

Night covers the Western Hemisphere, and a large-scale investigative operation continues in the United States.

It was originally a bizarre file theft incident, but it was a very unexpected clue that was found by the front-line intelligence officers, and the information returned by the front-line intelligence officers not only surprised Catherine Grant in Sacramento, but also shocked President Wilson, who controlled the overall situation of the country.

After a brief moment of astonishment, hurried to Langley, on the border between Washington, D.C., and Virginia, Woodrow Wilson, who sat in an extended Lincoln, remained silent, knowing that this incident was extraordinary and that his own think tanks, including the national security adviser, would probably not be able to help; What had been an arms scandal involving the image of the United States had suddenly become associated with "that place" had changed the nature of the whole thing, leaving Wilson, who was in his fifties, feeling uncertain, and he was completely unsure of what the gaffe would be.

The motorcade drove smoothly, and the deputy commissioner next to him, Daniel Lee, was also on the phone with the CIA, and His Excellency the President, who was sitting in a soft seat, fumbled for a moment next to him, and pulled out a bottle of amber-colored Martini from the small wine cabinet.

Unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured himself a small glass of spirit, but Wilson, who was rarely greedy, drank it all at once, and felt that he needed a little alcohol very much now, and that he might as well drink a glass or two like this as long as he did not confuse his mind; He was originally entangled in affairs and just wanted to get rid of this troublesome matter as soon as possible, but now he decided to go to the CIA headquarters, for nothing else, just to confirm the connection between this matter and "that place".

Stealing a project file and then heading to the desert of Arizona doesn't seem normal at all, which means it's the definite choice of the daring thieves?

The thought that this was probably not an accident made Wilson's grim face even more solemn, and he chewed on the word that came to mind and the abyssal existence behind it, and he actually felt a little cold when he sat in the comfortable compartment with a constant temperature, which made him very uncomfortable.

Yes, the so-called "waste area"......

That extremely mysterious desert area will probably be a kind of terrifying existence soaked in cold for anyone. (To be continued......)