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

There are such stupid people every year, and all the Counterintelligence Department and the Cybersecurity Department can do is to arrest them after the incident.

To a certain extent, this kind of department is essentially there to clean up people's messes rather than prevent problems before they occur.

He watched Giles, who had changed into a dark blue uniform, walk into the study and chuckled to himself: Ronald Owen won't fall for this.

I have to admit that wearing five rows of badges neatly is really beautiful.

He has been promoted to lieutenant general, but he only has three rows of badges to wear, and half of them are just to make up the number.

He was a pure intelligence officer, and for most of his career, the place where he worked could be jokingly called a mini-CIA.

Giles Ingersoll was completely different.

He was a fighter pilot in his early years, but due to an accident he was unable to fly into the sky again. He first went to a flight school as a theoretical instructor, then received legal training, passed the lawyer qualification exam and joined the Military Law Firm.

But no one expected that this guy would eventually quietly accept the recruitment of the DOD Counterintelligence Department.

Giles took off his wide-brimmed hat and sat down gracefully, with none of the sarcastic look he had a few minutes ago.

"Ahaha, you were a pilot."

When Ronald Owen saw Yinse's pilot badge and various medals that were no less than his, he subconsciously restrained his contemptuous attitude.

"Why don't you speak?" he asked.

Chapter 57 Finding a needle in a haystack

"I wonder if I should continue to attack you."

Giles looked at the person opposite him calmly.

“You once served your country as faithfully as I did, and look at you now.

I can see your future destitute appearance, your world completely stripped away, all honors revoked...

You call people like me dirty sewer rats. In my opinion, you are the one who betrayed me! You think we betrayed you, don't you?

That’s why Margaret took a fancy to you. That’s why you have been providing intelligence to Russia—you have deceived us for so many years with your disguise!”

"It's no big deal to cheat someone like you!"

Owen said as he suddenly slammed his fist on the table.

"Sixteen years, Ingersoll, sixteen years I have been--"

He suddenly paused, a strange look crossed his face, and he was thinking about what he had just said.

Giles Ingersoll did not speak at once. When he spoke again, his tone was very gentle.

"Thank you, General, that's enough. As for what intelligence you provided to Russia, we will talk about it later.

I despise what you did, Owen.

I can neither understand nor condone treason, but you are, after all, the bravest man I have ever met.

I hope you can apply the same to the rest of your life.

It is very important that you face yourself and the crimes you have committed now, just as you did when you faced the guerrillas that were all over the mountains.

In this way, you can end your life with honor."

After that, Giles gathered up all the papers on his desk and stood up to leave, leaving calmly.

The conversations that had lasted for half a year could finally come to an end. As far as this case was concerned, he could say that he had won it.

But this is not enough. He still believes that catching a traitor will not help the information security situation currently faced by DOD.

When Ronald Owen was taken back to his bedroom by the guards, he kept looking back at the Air Force major general with whom he had been entangled for nearly half a year.

He was shocked because he had been deceived and tricked.

At this moment, Giles was thinking that Owen might never have the chance to find out what was going on.

But they succeeded after all.

"You can really make an excellent psychoanalyst," the doctor congratulated him first.

"I wish this was all recorded."

Giles told the technicians, “The next step is to analyze his micro-expressions and find out what things stimulate him the most.”

"There are three audio tapes in total, plus four camera positions for television recordings."

"He's the toughest guy I've ever met," said a major.

"Yes, he is a very good man, a very brave one. Not a dreamer or a dissident. He is a patriot through and through, at least that is what the poor old man thinks of himself."

Giles shook his head in confusion: "I really don't understand where he got such an idea from."

He got all the documents - the versions without the details erased by black marker, and he also sent people to interview and investigate Ronald Irving's former subordinates.

They all think that war is like that, and when you choose to pick up a gun, you must be prepared to be killed.

Some people died and some survived. It was just a matter of luck, that's all.

As their commander and the man they relied on, Ronald Owen was worthy of the military rank he wore at the time because he was able to break out with the remnants of the siege.

It’s such a shame that it has come to this.

"Doctor, make sure he gets some rest."

He said something before leaving. There was a car waiting for him outside.

Giles was surprised to find that it was already late at night.

He had been so absorbed in his work these past two days that he had thought it was morning just now.

But it was late at night, and he should go meet with Director Harry B. Carnegie.

However, before going to see Director Harry, he should go back home, get a good night's sleep, reunite with his wife and children, and watch TV.

Giles smiled and thought to himself that he hoped the decision to continue digging deeper would not anger the DOD's big boss.

The next morning, he took a transport plane straight to the Strategic Air Command and found Harry while he was resting.

"I got a confession."

"Ronald Irving's?"

"Of course, it's his. I lived up to your trust." Giles' excitement was beyond words.

Harry smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about a certain action. Did you really have a breakthrough?"

"But there is no detailed information. But he did admit to providing intelligence to the Russians, and he said it had been 16 years."

"16 years... It took such a long time without being discovered..." Harry said in a calm tone.

"Yes," Giles admitted, "but we have him after all. In the next few weeks, we will find out the details of his betrayal.

I think it's difficult for us to figure out where he's delivering it, how he's delivering it, etc.

But we will learn from this case, just as we have from all the cases we've solved before. Anyway, you can breathe a sigh of relief for now."

"How long is the safe window?" Harry asked.

"This deterrent effect won't last long. It depends on how fast the Russians act," Giles answered without hesitation.

"It seems that the next thing we should do is to find them."

"Yes. Electromagnetic pulse bombs have a serious impact on electronic products. Although the bodies are made exactly like the robots produced by the ruins, our technical experts have made clever modifications on their own."

Harry did not hide his dissatisfaction with the original project, but he felt a little annoyed.

He was one of those people who supported adaptive "improvements" back then.

“I can’t give any advice on this.”

"Well, I'll get to it. That'll be all, thank you."

Giles stood at attention, saluted, and then stepped out.

Will he survive the electromagnetic attack? he asked himself as he walked the corridors of Strategic Air Command.

Theoretically, as long as there is a radio transmitting and receiving antenna, the shielding wire constructed by the Faraday cage will fail.

This is undoubtedly a fatal flaw for bionic robots.

Giles's knowledge reminded him that the bionic humanoids that Harry valued most were probably all scrap metal, lying in some barren land in the Main-Frankfurt area, and finding them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He really wanted to tell Harry that the situation had come to this point and the most appropriate approach would be to use the original training experience to create a new artificial intelligence.

Chapter 58: Attacking Friendly Forces

Frankfurt city area.

Raphael sat boldly on the rooftop of the tallest building in the city. With the picnic blanket spread out, there was no trace of the sun or rain on the rooftop.

She fiddled with the disassembled rifle parts and transformed the XM5/M7 assault rifle, which had accompanied her for half a year, into a big sword with complete care inside and out.

Fei Niao sat cross-legged in front of a sniper-specific observation mirror, constantly scanning the movements on the city streets, identifying and recording their identities and range of activities.

As usual, Lingyin built a comfortable nest using blankets, quilts and field marching supplies found in the office downstairs, and then took a good sleep in it - under the pretext of saving energy.

Green Hui was probably the most normal among them. She was wielding tools such as screwdrivers, tweezers, heat guns and multimeters, trying to repair some electronic devices with burned circuits.

"It's good to be heartless." Fei Niao glanced at Ling Yin who was sleeping soundly, "You won't get startled by the slightest disturbance."

"Did you see any threatening targets?" Raphael asked.

"Not yet."

clap clap clap...

"Huh--?" Fei Niao was stunned. The sudden gunshot seemed like a heavy punch to her.

"What happened over there?"

"It's terrible over there, near Deutsche Bank... There are bodies everywhere around there. There are two money trucks in the yard, which have been beaten to pieces. There are banknotes scattered around. It must be a robbery."

"Did you see the shooter?"

"No, the shootout seemed to be inside the bank."

Raphael thought for a while, picked up Lingyin's XM250, walked to the edge of the rooftop, set up the tripod and began to observe.

"Yeah, I see... Um - didn't they know that all the valuable assets of Deutsche Bank were transferred before the blockade?"

"Yes, the transfer was completed as planned and there were no accidents." Asuka confirmed.

"That means the bank's headquarters was empty before then. I mean, this place has been ransacked so many times... why are there so many people who show a clear interest in it?"

Raphael put away her machine gun and began to circle the rooftop. Then she stopped and turned to Fei Niao.

"We can't stay in this damn place any longer. Starting from here, we will soon reach the Main River."

Before Fei Niao could reply, there was a sharp scraping sound from downstairs. Raphael jumped to the entrance of the rooftop and gripped her pistol tightly.

Asuka quickly ran over to her pile of things, opening her marching backpack and the bags she had snatched from others.

This backpack is the Army Light Cavalry's carrying bag, she stole it from a fool. Although both sides knew that the other side belonged to the US Army, they were both ruthless and merciless when fighting.

You can tell from this pack that the other side is an Army Cavalry Scout, who usually goes behind enemy lines and reports all information to the commander so that the commander on the ground can make the best decision to fight.

Therefore, there are MREs or other ready-to-eat foods in the bag that can sustain three days of activities. The moment Fei Niao saw the three packs of MREs, he immediately took out the MREs from the bag and threw them aside.

Forcing her to pick out the best one was like turning on the light in a toilet. She could only recommend a flavor of "shredded beef barbecue sauce" just because the accompanying main dish included a delicious biscuit.

In fact, the key is not to eat, they are not short of food. What is more important is that this set of loading bags contains maps and matching marking pens, various calculation formulas that cannot be forgotten, and a notepad to copy down reports, so that all information transmitted via radio can be received.

The accompanying tool kit includes a protractor and a scientific calculator, after all, a scout’s job involves a lot of calculations.

And night lights with red lenses, because white light travels farther than red light at night, which is why many nighttime devices use red light for illumination.

But this thing is useless now. It died instantly in the EMP attack and there is no hope of resurrection.

She took out the RT-152 radio that was issued to this person, handed it to Lu Hui and said, "Take a look at this and see if it can still be used."

By the time Asuka grabbed the assault rifle, Suzune had already put on her bulletproof vest and fastened all the shoulder straps. She leaned against the wall and carefully peeked downstairs.

When did she wake up?

Basically, Lingyin is a person who is decisive in action but extremely lazy.

"There are people walking around down there, I just saw a few."