Chapter 1327 Action Against the FBI

"Would you like something to eat? I brought burritos..."

"Crackling——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gloomy-looking man sitting behind the desk swept everything on the desk to the floor.

The colleague was silent for a second and left the office silently carrying the burrito.

The above plots occur all over the United States, especially at the CIA and FBI headquarters.

There is no other reason——

"Who leaked the information?!" the deputy director of the CIA's Intelligence Division asked angrily.

"No, I don't know..."

"Don't know? There are very few people who know about the theft of the weapons arsenal. If we check one by one, I don't believe that we can't find out!"

An anonymous website has been trending on Twitter today. This website is very simple and not even carefully designed. The website only has one article on the homepage. However, this article caused a huge disturbance in the United States.

The title of the article is: Terrorist attacks across the United States may be another CIA conspiracy. Yes, you read that right.

The article lists in detail the weapons used by gangsters in recent bombings and shootings, and compares them with CIA configurations. The most important thing is that the editor also pointed out that the CIA's previously stolen weapons arsenal was the source of these weapons. However, he did not mention the theft of the weapons arsenal in the article, but directed public opinion that all this was a CIA conspiracy. Just to interfere in the US election.

You must know that although the CIA exists independently of various government agencies and its usual work is not subject to parliamentary constraints, it itself cannot affect the fairness of the election. Even the CIA should not be too involved with politicians in the first place. Their mission is overseas and ensuring national security.

Anyone familiar with this article understands that this must be a conspiracy against the CIA, but most ordinary people don't think so.

In a country where the news media is controlled by politics and is full of lies, it is already difficult for the public to trust official reports. On the contrary, it is easier for people to gain their trust by websites like this one created by private hackers.

Discussions about the CIA and terrorist attacks are overwhelming on the Internet, and many people are pointing the finger at the CIA for collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country.

Ariane Swann glanced at the article and quickly turned off his phone, but a sarcastic smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

Regardless of whether what is said on the website is the truth or not, it can be said that the CIA has suffered a big setback this time.

"Mr. Swann." A young man walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "What are we going to do next?"

He is one of the FBI approved by James Blake specially selected for Ariane. He is only 23 years old. After five months of training at the FBI academy, he will soon officially become an FBI agent, but before that, he still needs to complete the task assigned by him-assist Ariane Swann and complete the investigation. The arrest of a top executive of a criminal organization.

The young and fledgling young man is full of expectations for the future. He believes that he will be able to bring the criminals to justice and can't wait to start taking action immediately. However, Ariane Swann took them to an ordinary hotel, neither telling them the basic information about the mission goal, nor specifying any action plan.

The reason is actually easy to explain, because even Ariane himself has no clue.

He kept talking about revenge, but when that day was really about to come, Ariane was in a daze.

Is killing mezcal really what my sister expected to see?

After all, in a sense, Mezcal and her sister are the same person.

"Mr. Swann?" the young man asked again.

Ariane came to his senses and said calmly: "Don't be anxious, the target is a public figure, we have to wait for the opportunity."

He glanced at the simple motel again and raised his voice to the others: "Get out of the car, we'll stay here tonight."

Counting himself, there were a total of five people involved in this operation against mezcal. There are not many people, especially there are four newcomers who are not even considered newcomers. But it doesn't matter. Assassination doesn't require many people. Ariane is quite confident in his sniper skills.

He knew that Mescal was one of the top snipers in the organization, and Mr. Akai had praised Mescal's sniping ability when he was there.

However, a sniper who can kill an enemy seven hundred yards away may not be able to avoid being killed by an opponent six hundred yards away.

If he prepares carefully and arranges in advance, Ariane believes that it is not impossible for him to shoot a headshot.

"How many?"

When you walk into the hotel, unlike the overgrown parking lot, there is a warm feeling inside.

The boss stayed behind the counter, glanced lazily at Ariane and the others, and asked.

"Five people." Ariane put the dollar bills on the counter. "Three rooms."

The money he took was definitely more than the room fee, and even if the consumption was excluded, he would be able to refund at least half of it. However, the boss took them all away openly, leaving only the keys to the three rooms where the money was originally placed.

Ariane raised his eyes and looked at the boss, who pretended not to notice.

He snorted coldly, not wanting to be familiar with this kind of person, so he picked up the key and left.

The young man who had talked to him before came over and said, "Mr. Swan, why do we live in such a remote place? Our target should be in Washington, right?"

In his opinion, staying near or even in the same hotel as the target would be a wise move.

"The hotel where the target is staying is owned by him. We are too conspicuous and can easily arouse their vigilance." Ariane looked around habitually for a week and was quite satisfied with the environment of the hotel. "Tomorrow, follow me to the city to check. Explore the situation, the others stay here. Remember our disguised identities."

"yes."

This kind of motel built near the highway has a complex population, where various crimes often occur, and it is also a meeting place for many gangs. But equally, this kind of hotel is also great for hiding, because no one here cares about your real occupation, and everyone is not a good person anyway.

Staying in a motel is far more suitable than a JUKE hotel.

After telling the four people to be careful not to reveal their identity and purpose, Ariane returned to his room alone.

Even though he said he didn't care about the CIA's situation, he opened his laptop and started searching the Internet for information about anonymous websites and CIA incidents.

After the incident, the U.S. government immediately organized a group of professionals to investigate anonymous websites. They hope to find out who is behind the website as soon as possible and wipe out these reactionary forces.

But things didn't go as planned. Even though the government summoned industry elites, they still couldn't trace the exact address. What's more, even if they track it down, there is no evidence to prove that it was that person who did it, because experts can use ordinary addresses as springboards to hide the real address.

Hondo Yingyu stayed in a remote town and knew about the storm sweeping the United States.

Concerned, he dialed his sister's number.

"What's wrong, Yingyou?" Yinghai's voice was as gentle as ever, which made Yingyou slightly relieved. It seemed that the situation on her sister's side was not too bad.

"Sister, everyone on the Internet is scolding the CIA now, you..."

"Don't worry about me." Because of the confidentiality regulations, this hall Yinghai did not tell his brother the truth. "We just encountered a little trouble and we will solve it soon."

"Is what is said on the Internet true?" Yingyou believed his sister, but to be honest, he didn't have a good impression of the CIA. Maybe what was said on that website was the truth.

Hearing this, our hall Yinghai was slightly stunned: "How could it be possible? Of course it is..."

…

A motel in the suburbs of Washington—

"Hey, do you smell something strange?"

"Really? Is the wiring aging? This store looks shabby. Whatever happened is normal."

"Oh, maybe I'm worrying too much."

…

"Of course what is it?" Yingyou asked, "I have read the article. There are some suspicious things, but the clues pointed out in it are very reasonable. For example, the police's standard guns and bombs are absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people. That kind of thing.”

Our hall, Yinghai, sighed: "I can't tell you this, but Yingyou, you should trust us more."

"I……"

"boom--"

The sudden explosion interrupted Yingyou's words. He immediately became vigilant: "Sister! The explosion came from your side. Where are you? Are you safe?"

"I'm safe. I'm looking for the place where the explosion occurred." On the other side of the phone, Bentang Yinghai was talking to his colleagues in the car. "There is fire over there. Let's go and have a look!"

"Okay. Did the same group of people do it again? Why did you choose it in such a remote place?"

"Yingyou, my sister has an emergency here, so I won't talk to you for now. Please pay attention to your own safety."

"Yeah, I know, you too."

After hanging up the phone, Bentang Yinghai dialed 911 to call the police.

Perhaps it was because the fire station was nearby. When Hondo Ekai and the others rushed to the scene of the accident, the fire trucks arrived almost simultaneously.

"The operation went smoothly, don't worry." In front of the soaring flames, a middle-aged man was talking on the phone.

"Hello!" A colleague from our hall, Yinghai, quickly stepped forward and asked, "Are you the owner of this hotel?"

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man hurriedly hung up the phone: "Yes, I was sleeping well, but I didn't expect that there was an explosion!"

Did the operation go smoothly?

Our hall Yinghai looked at the boss thoughtfully, but did not ask any questions directly.

"Is there anyone else in the hotel?"

"No, I'm the only one today...wait a minute!" The boss suddenly changed his expression and became panicked, "Oops! It seems that there will be a few guests staying at the hotel later, and I actually forgot about it. !Hurry, hurry, they are still inside!"

As soon as they heard that there were people inside the hotel where the fire was burning, the firefighters immediately took action. They wore professional protective clothing and broke into the hotel with equipment.

Even colleagues from the main hall, Yinghai, walked anxiously to the parking lot to wait for the news.

Soon, an embarrassed figure burst out of the burning house - it was Ariane Swann.

However, after he breathed fresh air, he did not move to a safe place. Instead, he led the rescue firefighters toward a nearby room.

A hoarse shout came from afar: "I still have a few friends trapped inside!"

Um? that person?

Hondo Yinghai stared at the dirty man in the sea of ​​fire in astonishment.

As a CIA agent, Hondo Yinghai has a very good memory, and she almost immediately recognized Fabian West just by his voice.

Why is he here?

"No, you can't go in!" The firefighters firmly blocked Ariane outside. "We will go in to rescue your friends. Please stay in a safe place and wait."

"No, I brought them out, and I want to bring them back safely!"

Seeing that Ariane Swann was about to quarrel with the firefighter, Bentong Yinghai hurriedly walked over and said to Ariane: "Mr. West, do you still remember me?"

Ariane turned around and recognized Reina Mizuno immediately: "Miss Mizuno?"

"They are all professional firefighters. Let them do the rescue. You will only cause trouble for them if you rush in." Shui Wulian persuaded patiently.

Ariane did not hesitate long, and soon the firefighters rescued one of the young men.

But unlike the lucky Ariane, the would-be FBI was seriously injured, with traces of fire all over his body.

Ariane quickly followed the stretcher to the waiting ambulance and ignored Hondo Yinghai.

"Miss, do you know each other?" a colleague asked curiously.

"Yes." Hondo Ekai looked at Ariane not far away and said calmly, "He is a disciple of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro, but judging from the situation just now, he should have an identity that I don't know about. .”

"Um?"

"Didn't you see? Judging from the burns on their bodies, the few people he brought had obviously received professional training. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been burned in such a big fire."

"Do you suspect they are doctors or professional rescue teams?"

"No, compared to the professions you mentioned, I prefer..." Hontang Yinghai's eyes became deeper, "FBI."

The people led by Fabian West are all native-born Americans, and apart from the CIA, the only agents who can move freely in the United States are the FBI.

"FBI! Hiss..." The colleague looked shocked, "How could they appear here and be involved in the explosion?"

Soon, the four quasi-FBIs brought by Ariane were all rescued by the fire brigade. They all suffered severe burns and needed to be sent to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment.

Ariane left with the ambulance.

The main hall Yinghai decided to stay and participate in the subsequent investigation. She was very interested in the previous boss's phone call. Subconsciously, she told her that this matter must not be simple.

The FBI who came to the scene half an hour later also confirmed the suspicion of Hontang Yinghai.

"You are?"

The dark blue vest with yellow FBI letters on the agent's body is very conspicuous, announcing his identity immediately.

Our hall, Yinghai, took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to him: "Hello, we are affiliated with the CIA. We were passing by here today and saw the bombing."