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

Guess what? It’s easy for people to remember the times you were wrong, but forget the times you were right.

Therefore, people will always remember you as being wrong more often than you were right.

Then you will be forced to sum up all the possibilities, and these possibilities will become more and more as the days pile up...

From a rational point of view, this is honest. The problem is that it doesn't tell people the news they really need.

From the user's perspective, people often need to know what possibilities there are, rather than definite facts or a list of possibilities that is so long that it looks like a disclaimer.

Users don’t understand this, so they’ll keep asking you to figure it out.”

Raphael gave a malicious smile, "Flying Bird, come on, don't let those awful things drive you crazy."

"Tsk, are you the kind of person who has no memory?"

"Maybe there will be such a moment." She pointed to her chest, where the core that supports the operation of this personality is located: "What if the memory module is damaged in the future?"

"Then you're too unreliable," Asuka complained.

"Well, well, no one can predict what will happen in the future."

At this moment, a car with a shiny paint stopped by the roadside. The man jumped out from the passenger seat as if his butt was on fire, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Miss Raphael, news for you."

After Raphael opened the envelope, she thought it might be an emergency, but the contents almost made her jump to her feet.

"What the hell!"

"Is there any accident?" Asuka asked.

"You have no right to know about this at this time."

Two hours later, Raphael, along with Lingyin and Feiniao, rushed into the outer office of Lieutenant General Stanley Taylor, Director of the National Security Agency, like a gust of wind.

The headquarters of the NSA is still in Fort Meade, located between Washington and Baltimore. The heavily guarded atmosphere is very similar to that of Guantanamo Bay Prison.

The main building is surrounded by a double wall, and police dogs patrol the area at night - even DARPA would be disgusted by this arrangement if they came to take a look, saying it was too lazy - as evidence of their obsession with public safety.

In reality, the main job of the Security Bureau is to formulate and decipher codes, and use the knowledge accumulated from this job to monitor all kinds of people, from plasterers on construction sites to the president, they do not let anyone go.

Just in the outer room of the office, Raphael saw many Marines wearing camouflage uniforms, octagonal hats, and holding M16A4 rifles.

Looking at the Velcro patterns on their arms, you can tell they are Marine Corps military police.

Oh, what happened? The director of the Security Bureau is in trouble. That's really rare.

Raphael was immediately overjoyed and showed his gloating mood without any concealment.

"General, you are in big trouble." The man in a suit holding the bill knocked repeatedly on the door of Lieutenant General Stanley's office, hoping that the owner of the office would face reality.

"Excuse me, who are you?" a gendarmerie officer asked the girl who walked in.

"Lieutenant Raphael." She raised the notification letter in her hand, "This thing called me over."

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant. The truth is, we have obtained crucial evidence from Moscow that explains why we have been receiving missing information for the past four years."

"Ah? Wait," Raphael said with a puzzled look on his face. "You mean to say that in the past few years, the Security Bureau, which is responsible for signal intelligence, has provided a lot of intelligence that lacks key information..."

How is this possible? It's absurd if you think about it carefully. If there is a problem with this organization, what else can the United States trust?

It is more likely that the working group below is leaking the information, or perhaps someone among them...

"There is also the worst possibility, which is that the former Russians have cracked the code of our entire intelligence system. But, Lieutenant, which probability do you think is higher?"

The major gendarme shrugged and said to Raphael, "We find it hard to believe this, but the stuff has already been delivered to us, so we need to talk to the general."

"General Stanley, please don't give us any trouble. We just want to know the details..."

boom--!

A sharp gunshot was heard from inside. Suddenly, the expressions of everyone present fell, from serious to gloomy.

No matter how many explanations and excuses they had prepared, there was no need to use them at this moment.

Afterwards, the gendarmerie borrowed the Security Bureau's reception room and took a brief statement from Raphael.

Originally, they invited her to communicate with General Stanley and verify the intelligence by comparing the intelligence sent and received by both sides, not to confirm that the general was the mole.

But the person is already dead, so there is no need to continue such verification work.

All the troubles could be pinned on General Stanley, and the Criminal Investigation Bureau, which took over the case, quickly concluded its investigation.

About half a month later, Fei Niao sent a text message.

"Former NSA Director Stanley Taylor's entire family - his widow, two sons and three daughters - were killed in a tragic car accident."

Is it internal fighting? She asked herself after reading the text message. Maybe.

Chapter 174: Internal Fighting

——Ahh, as expected, they were all silenced.

Although she clearly felt something was wrong, Raphael still felt as if a bottomless hole had appeared under her feet, and the bottomless cave seemed to swallow her up.

The deep darkness once again made her realize how terrifying human beings are.

Afterwards, Harry called her personally and asked her to hand over to the CIA's counterintelligence team immediately and get out of this vortex immediately.

The director has spoken, and Raphael will definitely carry out his orders unconditionally.

The useful tool was about to disappear, and the team leader who was in charge of catching spies had a look of regret on his face.

There are not many front-line personnel who are as capable and pleasing to the eye as this. Although they are seconded for use, the three sisters are much better than the rough and unsightly men in terms of efficiency and appearance.

However, the order has come down that the work here has been completed, and it is impossible for him to stay even if he wants to.

How foolish it is to force this idea to remain.

These were all impossible things. He didn't know the specific reasons behind it, but it didn't matter. He just knew that these three people were the ones he couldn't touch.

"Have a nice trip."

The team leader watched the three sisters leave and uttered a hypocritical farewell.

After sending the person away weakly, he had to accept the fact that his arrest efficiency had dropped sharply.

……

"Harry, you don't look well," Charleston said sullenly, sitting down on the sofa.

"If anyone says that to me again, I'll kill him."

"Has the situation deteriorated to the point where even you have to worry?"

"Almost. How can anyone sleep well when they let an old, powerful general shoot himself without a word and then accidentally kill his wife and daughter?"

The dark circles under Chief Harry's eyes were darker than usual.

"Well, it looks like a hot lunch is all it will take to get you back on track."

As the two walked together in the atrium of the Research Bureau, Charleston said, "It's a nice day today."

The sky was clear and cloudless, a rare good day. The wind blew down from above, and the newly green branches of the trees rustled.

But Harry didn't care. He was wearing a heavy coat and a scarf around his neck. The cold wind of early spring blowing on his face made him feel sober.

"Tell me what happened today, Charles."

"There's a damn bug found two floors above my office. Now the DHS headquarters building is fucking shut down. It's going to have to be checked multiple times."

"It looks like everyone is having a hard time. Was it the new Soviet Foreign Intelligence Service that did this?"

"If they had this ability, Ukraine would have been destroyed long ago. They would never have let the place they fought so hard to conquer go out of control again."

As they passed through the shadows of the trees, Charleston said:

"There are also problems with the building's facade, with pieces of wall covering falling off. Similar things happened a few years ago, but not as serious as this.

Damn it, this time when the workers were removing the wall, they found a cable that popped out of nowhere. You tell me this was done by our Russian friends? Forget it. "

“Even your peers are watching you so closely?”

"So Langley is still the biggest bastard. I don't think anything like this has ever happened to you guys."

"No. There is no need for wiretapping in our headquarters building. It is full of administrative staff. The projects managed by the various offices below are basically not carried out here."

Harry was referring to the specific research teams below, most of which are in universities or independent research institutes. It is not easy to do things in such teams.

"Besides, our subordinate teams have installed interference and jamming facilities to block the outbound transmission of wireless signals, and the communication network is also a dedicated defense-specific cable. Unless the enemy is able to invade the Ministry of Defense, it will be difficult to use such means."

"It's going to cost a lot of money, and the Department of Homeland Security doesn't have the money right now."

"That's right, without money you can't do anything."

"Look, the National Security Agency at Fort Meade has lost a lieutenant general as its director. What else can we do?"

Charleston was full of complaints, and Harry saw it all. He knew that this matter would definitely become a big deal. In addition to the open intelligence agencies in various bureaus, there are also a lot of messy things underwater, each with its own stance.

Now that Director Stanley's entire family has been killed, this has caused a huge uproar. Although things appear calm on the surface, they all know that things are about to get lively.

"It never ends, does it? Something cheerful to say," said Harry.

"That Greek god, what's his name? The gods punished him by pushing a big rock to the top of a mountain. But every time he was about to push it up, the damn rock would roll down from the other side of the mountain."

"Sisyphus, the most resourceful man on earth, the founder and king of Corinth."

"No matter whose story it is, you are right. Climb up and look up and you will see the same mountain, over and over again, with no end."

They chatted as they headed outside to the restaurant, which was actually still under DARPA's jurisdiction.

Meetings like this have a unique process. You can't get straight to the point. You have to exchange some pleasantries first and talk about some light topics.

Some Americans who have been granted permission to travel during the off-season are touring the park under the guidance of a guide.

Charleston and Harry deliberately took a long detour to avoid them.

"Something in our bureau is being targeted, Charles."

"What is it?" Charleston asked without turning his head. Behind them, there were three bodyguards, and two bodyguards were leading the way far ahead.

Harry didn't turn to look at him.

"They are triplets. The Russians are very interested in them because of their life experiences in Japan. I have a source who says that people in the Kremlin want to know what they did in Japan."

"Really? This is terrible news. Is the source reliable?"

“Quite reliable.”

"Well, I can only say that this is the first I'm hearing of it, Harry."

"What resources do you have?" Harry asked.

"Fortunately, it's enough to deal with the mess at the border."

"What about the special front?"

"No, the Department of Homeland Security is strictly speaking just an administrative law enforcement department."

"Is that so?" Harry thought, it seemed that he didn't have many options left.

Although there have been some breakthroughs in brain-like intelligence and the corresponding mental core, there is still a long way to go before they can be truly applied.

"Pull out another puppet?" he murmured in a low voice.

"What?" Charleston didn't understand.

"It's a top secret matter. I can't tell you this."

Charleston raised his hands jokingly in surrender and said, "Tsk, that's enough. Everyone knows you have a lot of secrets here."

"It's the same over there. Are the games of the Division of Homeland Security fun? The agent project should still be running."

"Some things are boring if you tell them bluntly."

Chapter 175 Shackles

"I thought there was nothing to be said about that, Charles," Harry nodded to the head waiter, who led them to a table by the window at the rear of the restaurant.

The bodyguards of the two men were sitting in a position that separated Harry and Charleston from the others.

This restaurant was converted from an old steam ferry, and its interior decoration has the charm of the steam era.