The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

"I'm full, I want to go for a walk."

Lin Feng walked out, and his gaze fell on a house as he looked around.

He called in a CIA agent, pointed to the house, and asked.

"What's going on with that house over there? Why are the curtains drawn?"

"It's already night, isn't it normal to keep the curtains drawn?" the CIA agent replied.

Is this normal?

"Uh……"

Lin Feng's gaze met that of the CIA agent, making the agent feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had been stripped naked.

"Based on my experience, I know that ETO is hiding in that house. They are very likely aware that I left the mansion and are hiding there to assassinate me," Lin Feng replied confidently.

"That can't be..."

Lin Feng shook his head and smiled confidently, "Haven't you read detective novels? The more impossible you think something is, the closer it is to the truth, because reality is far more magical than fiction."

"..."

The CIA agent opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Take a group of men and search the people in that house," Lin Feng said.

"Ok."

An hour later, CIA agents returned with their men.

"Report: There is nothing unusual. The residents in the house simply have an early bedtime routine due to their work."

"I see. It seems I was being too anxious."

Lin Feng didn't react much, he just nodded calmly.

……

Inside the house Lin Feng designated for search, two people were monitoring Frederick Taylor's residence with surveillance equipment, one of them holding a walkie-talkie.

A voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"how is the situation?"

“Everything is normal. Our people covered it up, and Feng Taylor didn’t suspect anything.”

"That's good."

After the call ended, one of the monitors asked his companion, full of doubt.

"Feng Taylor actually discovered us. Who did he learn his counter-surveillance skills from? He clearly hasn't received any professional training."

The other person was focused on wiping the equipment parts while answering his companion's questions.

"Who knows? Maybe they're just naturally perceptive. I've encountered people like that before when I was on missions."

“Our Wallfacers won’t stay there for long. We’ll make our move once Maple Taylor leaves.”

"We need to act quickly. There can be no witnesses, and no evidence can be left behind. Frederick Taylor can only have died in a gang-related revenge murder."

"If we can't do it, then we'll be the ones who die."

The next day, everything was as usual, and the surveillance continued to keep an eye on Frederick Taylor's residence until noon.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang, and someone called from outside.

"Hello, I'm a pizza deliveryman, your pizza has arrived."

One of the monitors stood up. "My takeout has finally arrived."

"Keep an eye on it for me."

After handing over the task to my companion, I went downstairs.

The person monitoring the situation did not open the door, but instead opened the mail slot on the door, allowing the delivery person to pass the pizza through the slot.

Unfortunately, this didn't work.

After the monitor got the pizza, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head, and another gun was shoved into his mouth, forcing him to clearly understand what would happen if he made a sound to warn his companion.

Besides these two guns, there were several others, their muzzles coldly pointed at his vital points. To save his life, the monitor had no choice.

The food delivery was just a diversionary tactic; the real killer move was to open a hole in the sealed window and infiltrate the combat team.

The combat team leader used hand gestures to indicate that the monitor would be drugged and rendered unconscious.

"The wall-facer confessed that he should be captured alive if possible."

Everyone nodded and cautiously went upstairs.

The monitor upstairs was unaware of anything, as his attention and focus were entirely on Frederick Taylor's residence.

"Claude, something's up. It seems like Feng Taylor is heading back. We need to act now; time waits for no one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monitor felt something cold pressing against his forehead.

"I'm sorry, sir, you cannot move."

"Who...who are you?"

The monitor belatedly realized what was happening, but it was too late. Faced with so many guns, any resistance would result in him being riddled with bullets.

"We are the FBI, and we hope you will cooperate with our investigation, ETO."

The team leader forced a smile onto his stubble-covered face.

……

Lin Feng's convoy was intercepted by police cars halfway back to his residence.

But the people standing in front of a bunch of police cars were not police officers.

Who are you?

CIA agents got out of the car with guns in hand, ready for battle.

“We are the FBI, and these are our identification documents.”

One of the FBI agents stepped forward and showed his identification.

"We received a distress call from the Wallfacers; ETO agents are lurking within the CIA."

Upon hearing the FBI agent mention the Wallfacers, the CIA agent unexpectedly turned to look at Lin Feng.

At this moment, Lin Feng had just gotten out of the car.

"Put down your guns." Lin Feng looked at the CIA agent he had sent to investigate the house yesterday and said, "I said put down your guns. This is part of the plan. In addition to the FBI, I have also notified the troops stationed nearby. Your resistance is just suicide. Thomas, you'll even bring the stigma of the ETO to your family. You need to think this through."

Lin Feng's cold gaze swept over each CIA agent. As the first CIA agent lowered his gun, more and more CIA agents followed suit and surrendered.

Of the CIA agents, only a small group like Thomas chose to betray Lin Feng. Most of the CIA agents hadn't done anything wrong and naturally weren't afraid of being investigated.

The CIA agents were all disarmed, and the desperate fight did not happen. After all, no matter how fast a person is, they can't outrun a bullet, and there were many snipers on duty.

Lin Feng, sitting in the FBI car, let out a long sigh of relief.

Damn, my palms are sweaty from nervousness...

After calming down, Lin Feng gave the FBI new orders.

"I need to investigate how deeply the ETO has corrupted the United States and whether it can still be trusted."

……

"Damn bastard!"

An obese man, pale-faced, tossed the phone aside in the White House.

I rushed to the parking lot and drove home.

As soon as she got home, she started packing her luggage in a hurry, while also calling her children.

"Son, it's time for us to go."

"Where?"

The little boy, still watching TV, asked, puzzled.

"Go to China."

The obese man hurriedly packed his luggage, but his movements froze when someone spoke.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vice President, you can't go anywhere."

Then, a person came out of the kitchen.

They were FBI agents!

Chapter 42 I don't care about the deluge after I'm dead.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, the former U.S. Vice President is strapped to a chair.

The obese man had a full beard, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were filled with an inescapable weariness.

Crunch-!

The iron gate opened, and Lin Feng walked in.

Upon noticing that the person entering was Lin Feng, the Vice President asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Are you here to mock me? Or are you planning to take the law into your own hands and punish me?"

Lin Feng sat down opposite him, propped his arms on the table, rested his chin on his hand, and said leisurely.

"Old Ford, don't worry, I just want to get some things from you."

"You're my dad's friend, not exactly a best friend, and our relationship isn't terrible, so why did you do this?"

George Anderson Ford was not a stranger to Lin Feng; he was a friend of his father and often visited Lin Feng's home when Lin Feng was a child.

After Lin Feng started his own company, he also sought his help a lot.

Although the main relationship is based on mutual interests, there is also a certain degree of personal connection involved.