Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Owen's private car suddenly stopped on the side of the road.

The car following from behind had no choice but to step on the accelerator and whiz past.

The general opened the car door and walked in to ask for a pack of cigarettes like a chain smoker who couldn't control himself.

It's strange, isn't it? The cigarettes and alcohol supplied to these officials by the Ministry of Defense are not ordinary products.

"Write this down," Rodris ordered.

Owen was recorded visiting the store two or three times a week, and he now hoped to learn from tomorrow what the target bought and who he talked to each time he came.

Rodris' driver took Owen to the opposite side of the street from the apartment before he reached his destination.

Rodris walked into the building and came to the upstairs apartment they controlled.

"Perfect timing," he heard the field team leader say as he walked into the apartment.

The major in civilian clothes glanced at his colleague in suits and continued to look out the window cautiously, watching Owen's car slowly stop.

When General Owen walked into the luxury apartment, the car following him drove past quickly.

"The target enters the apartment, elevator number 2."

In the apartment building, a woman carrying a net bag full of apples entered the elevator at the same time as Owen and his mistress.

When the two of them walked out of the elevator together, they met two rich boys who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old walking slowly in front of the elevator, and they were talking affectionately as they walked along the corridor.

When the secretary opened the door, the monitoring microphone just picked up the end of the whisper.

"I saw him."

"Let's stay away from the window." In fact, there was no need for Rodris to say this.

People holding telescopes stand far away from the windows, as long as the lights in the room are not on.

In order to eliminate all unexpected situations, the field team had already removed the light bulbs in the room so that no one would know that there was someone inside.

General Irving disliked dark environments and never drew the blinds, which might have been a negative influence brought to him by his combat career.

This was exactly what the long-term surveillance team had been looking for, and the general met their request without any vigilance.

They watched him go into the bedroom, change into casual clothes, and then sit in the kitchen to make something simple to eat;

The secretary walked into the bathroom skillfully and took a shower to wash her body.

"I really hope I'll have this kind of energy when I'm this age," someone joked.

"He sat down."

They saw Owen open a half-liter bottle of vodka, sit down with the bottle, and stare out the window.

"A lonely old man?"

One of the team members immediately laughed and said:

"There's a beautiful girl in the bathroom. In less than half an hour, the two of you will be rolling into bed. Lonely? I think you're lonely. You don't even have a place to comfort your dick."

The other person turned around and raised his hand to give him a middle finger.

……

"Why betray us?"

This was the question General Irving asked two hours later during the sage time after the double exercise.

"I think it's because you are the soldiers who are responsible for dying."

He sat on the bed, holding a cigarette in his hand, and gave his answer. Owen knew that he was avoiding the question instead of answering it directly.

He understood the meaning of his question.

If, no, the Federation chose to abandon them twenty years ago, it was no wonder he made the same decision today.

The worst outcome is nothing more than death, that's simple. You will be hated and despised by your colleagues in the entire army, and will be hated by that kind of thing forever.

The life cycle of artificial intelligence is extremely long. Being remembered for such a thing is by no means a beautiful and romantic thing, but a dead end.

He looked at the mirror built into the bedroom closet, and his old face seemed to have transformed into a young man as if he had traveled through time and space - that was exactly the high-spirited self he was 22 years ago.

The person in the mirror looked at the pair of confused eyes opposite him and a question arose in his mind.

"He" didn't have the courage to ask, but his eyes seemed to say: What did you do, Edward?

A person recording from across the road heard the sobbing but had no idea what it was about.

……

"What are you doing, honey?"

The bug carried the woman's voice.

"Make a list of what we need to do while we're gone. There are so many things to remember, it's best to start now."

Owen leaned over to her shoulder, holding a small notebook and a pencil, but there was a lot of meaningless gibberish written on it with a marker.

This is the secret code, text that only he and the contact can understand.

When it comes to surveillance, no one can beat the CIA.

Not only have they devoted decades of research in this field, they have also accumulated rich experience in the decades of confrontation during the Cold War, and with the support of technological development, they have also made great progress in intercepting information, intercepting packages, and controlling information.

Although the emergence of Snowden as an insider has completely bankrupted the plan called "US-984XN", who knows whether those disgusting villains have come up with a substitute for "Prism".

Given the nature of federal government agencies—Owen was a member of the system and had a 100% or even 90% understanding of their morals—a more reasonable, more secretive, and more technologically advanced plan would have to have been established.

He now holds an important position in the Ministry of National Defense and must be a key surveillance target. He must be extremely cautious in everything he does.

Now that the arrow has been shot, there is no turning back and we can only try every possible way to reduce the risk.

He believes that the artificial intelligence projects led by DARPA will greatly promote the progress of similar projects in Russia.

Although there is only one finished product and DARPA no longer records its specific location, there are still many things pointing to its location in the Federal Republic of Germany.

Irving also wanted to thank mankind for the development of storage devices. Such a huge amount of data can be compressed to the point where it can be stored on 13 large-capacity hard drives after some processing.

In the past, cold data had to be recorded onto tapes for storage, and a separate data storage center had to be set up for it.

He casually glanced at the street outside the window and saw a Toyota car that looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

——I must have seen it somewhere.

General Irving was immediately certain of this fact, even if it was just his intuition.

Damn, there are always a series of accidents in this kind of thing.

It was too late to establish a safe delivery route.

How do we do this?

Try to find an excuse or surrender?

The people who are tracking and monitoring him certainly haven't obtained definitive evidence yet and haven't found his contact person. In other words, they may be "suspecting" or have not found the contact person at the moment, and have to keep a close eye on him.

As he was erasing the pencil notes on his notebook, his eyes suddenly lit up.

How about some exciting pistoning? Maybe?

Three minutes later, the personnel responsible for monitoring the opposite building pricked up their ears and listened with interest to the sounds coming from General Irving's bedroom.

Chapter 29 Arrest

For two whole days, the monitors of the field surveillance team were going crazy; their ears and eyes had never received such a long and intensive exposure to the DoI's voices.

48 hours straight of extremely high intensity was pure torture for them.

Even after taking off the headphones, the monitors could still vaguely hear the wonderful sounds of fighting. It was so amazing that they couldn't help but give the old general a thumbs up.

Rodris personally sat in the suite next to General Irving's apartment and experienced it at very close range for two days.

The original resident had taken his wife and daughter on a plane to Hawaii for vacation two days ago - with a little trick, this "lucky" family was given a free five-day, four-night trip.

Rodris looked at the records and saw that Owen was drunk and the secretary was out, so he took the opportunity to call his assistant and install a new bug in the wall between the two suites.

The next morning, they heard the general's messy footsteps after he got up, and Rodris had an inexplicable premonition.

He drank coffee and thought: Indulgence has positive effects? Thinking of this, Rodris found it very funny and showed a look of contempt on his face.

This contempt was reserved for himself who looked down on his enemies.

It could also be that he was drunk. Of course, the feeling of being drunk can only be understood by those who like to drink.

He was sure there were other reasons why Owen drank and indulged in daytime sex.

Rodris still remembered the last time he saw another surveillance target in the sauna.

The other party was drunk the night before and was talking nonsense in the sauna room that morning. The direct reason was that he had not yet fully sobered up from the alcohol...

They rushed in to arrest the man, but the other party was drunk and made unreasonable demands, almost making the accompanying personnel think that they were framing them.

Are you really drunk? Obviously, there is a purpose.

Rodris found this interpretation reasonable. Edward Irving was a hero gone bad—but still a hero.

If his crime was confirmed, Rodris felt that it would definitely be "treason".

If Rodris had committed such a crime, he would not have been at peace, and when he was upset, Rodris thought that his behavior under high pressure might be similar to that of the general.

"Our people are in place. Three action teams are on standby at the front and back doors of the apartment and on the rooftop. There are two more teams on standby."

"Withdraw, will it be useful to catch them now?! Nonsense."

……

Margaret Strong woke up at six-fifteen, as usual.

It's still dark outside.

She wondered how much of her character was caused by the cold, dark Russian winters…

Like most Russians sent to work in North America, she hated the bugs installed in the walls of the room, the monitoring of telephone lines, and the comprehensive monitoring of mobile phones, computers and other devices.

But sometimes she thought this kind of thing was quite interesting, like the situation that happened frequently in the past few days, day and night.

Then she thought, the Soviets used to install bugs in toilets, so there must be some in the mirror in front of the sink as well.

However, it is very simple to deal with this kind of thing. Just turn on the faucet of the sink to the maximum.

The high-pressure tap water flying out of the nozzle and hitting the pool wall violently will produce extremely high-decibel noise, which can easily drown out the sound of conversation.

The method is good, but it cannot be used all the time.

When the eavesdroppers still cannot hear any information, they will maximize their doubts, which will eventually turn into actual breakthrough actions.

By then, all their plans will fail.

Secretary Margaret looked in the mirror and thought, they might do something like this.

The first thing he did in the morning was to check his temperature. Owen hoped that Margaret would give him a child, and he had been trying for several months.

However, she never had such an idea.

She was considered a traitor, yet she still had the desire to have children. In addition to taking medicine to avoid pregnancy, Margaret also checked her body through other means.

Career-wise, pregnancy would not only be a visible target, but it would also put a damper on her activities.

By the time Owen woke up from his hangover, she had already put breakfast on the table.

"It's time for the cleaner to come and clean the room today, isn't it?" Owen asked his lover.

"It doesn't look like that day." She replied, picking up a pen and making a mark on the calendar.

"Any plans for Christmas Eve?"

"How about we go have a French dinner?" Margaret suggested, "Celebrate our 6th anniversary."

"Well, it's that restaurant again."

After the two of them finished their brief conversation, they stood up and walked out into the elevator.

Owen did not call for his general car this morning, but sat in the driver's seat himself.

When the car drove out of the garage, the security guard saw the license plate and forced a smile, bowing and nodding to see off the distinguished guest - he was actually an intelligence agent planted by the CIA.

As soon as the car drove onto the road, he grabbed the phone in the booth.