the world is at stake

When the 'bald man' told 'Mr. Trump refused', Zhou Qingfeng was very surprised.He thought that the eccentric Wang Wang would accept an "assassination", but he didn't expect the fat old man to have no interest in it.

The 'bald man' handed back the document bag provided by Zhou Qingfeng, and whispered in a low voice: "Mr. Harden, perform your duties. Mr. Trump will go to the stadium to play tomorrow."

Uncle Zhou's arrangement was boring, he took back the file bag and nodded, "Okay, I will take someone into the hotel in half an hour to take away the ghost."

Afterwards, Zhou Qingfeng called Director Wells and asked to start closing the net.

Wells agreed and said he would immediately contact the Minister to conduct a full round of arrests of known 'fraternity' members.

In the car, Zhou Qingfeng, in addition to ordering Bureau G's "hunting dog" to shut down the network, also took out an unused mobile phone, and sent a message to an unfamiliar number after connecting to the network.

"Plan B."

Chapter 48 Catastrophe

At one o'clock in the morning, the Langley, Virginia, headquarters are brightly lit.The world's largest intelligence agency operates 24 hours a day, spying on events happening in every corner of the world at any time.

Agent Janason, who was lurking inside the CIA, just got off the night shift, left the headquarters in a daze, and walked slowly towards the parking lot outside the building.He is used to blowing in the night wind for a while, thinking about the overtime work tonight, a little puzzled.

The boss suddenly arranged a bunch of trivial tasks and set a completion time, so that Janason's overnight schedule was disrupted and he couldn't go home on time.This has rarely happened in the past.

why?

The question ran through Janason's weary mind.

The parking lot outside the headquarters building was crowded with people, and it was still lively at night.Under the street lamp, Janason's shadow was elongated, he was quite relaxed, and the cool night wind loosened his rigid thinking.

Can't figure it out.

Janason subconsciously checked the time on his watch.If nothing else, in about ten hours, the 'Brit' will act and Trump will be shot dead on the golf course.

This naturally caused a wave that shook the whole of the United States, but the 'fraternity' didn't care about it.

According to past experience, the countercurrent of time and space will not last for too long, and it will return to the main time and space in about half a year as the chosen ones make drastic changes to history.

If killing Trump can have an impact on the main time and space, all this is worth it. The 'fraternity' looks forward to a president who upholds the American spirit and changes the terrible 'four years' after 2016.

Janason intended to avoid the aftermath of history when it happened.Thinking of the possible changes, he was in a great mood, but he heard light footsteps approaching behind him.

"Agent Janason." Two men in black appeared in the parking lot, and one of them showed his badge. "Director Brennan wants to see you."

Damn it, it's Counterintelligence.

Standing under the streetlight, Janason found that the bustling parking lot was vacant, and he was alone.Turning around, he asked displeasedly: "What happened?"

"Please hand over your gun, ID, and communication tools. Don't do anything that will cause misunderstanding." A man in black pulled out his gun, keeping a distance of three to five meters, with a vigilant face.

Hahaha... Janason laughed, "Are you making a mistake? I have worked for the bureau for almost 20 years, and you want to test my loyalty?"

The men in black from the counterintelligence department crossed positions, neither far nor near, and their tone was like a monotonous mechanical sound.They wanted Janason to disarm and obey orders.

"Jainathan, raise your hands and lie down on the ground. Let us finish the process, it will be good for you." The man in black shouted coldly, "You know the rules, give up resistance."

Janason cursed in his heart: "Of course I understand the rules, but why now? What is suspicious of me? No wonder the boss arranged a bunch of trivial tasks tonight, and it turned out that I was trapped and unable to leave."

"Okay, okay, I give up resistance." Janason slowly took out the gun under his ribs with two fingers, and put it on the ground together with his ID and mobile phone.He also asked, "What happened?"

The moment Janason lay on the ground, a man in black pulled out a stun gun and fired it at his ass.The high-voltage electricity made his muscles tense and convulsed instantly, his limbs lost control and trembled frantically.

It was found that the target was under control, and a dozen ambushes suddenly appeared in the quiet parking lot.They ran from several cars and quickly handcuffed Janason.

The man in black who was shocked by the electric shock rushed forward and pinched Janason's jaw to prevent his teeth from clenching.Another man in black took out a dentist's gag and forced his mouth open.

Janason was powerless against this.

He is a civil servant. Although he also received training in fighting and shooting in the early days, he lost these skills due to his long-term office work. At this moment, he can only flop around like a dead fish, which is hard to say.

Up to this moment, Janason still had some luck in his heart, thinking that he must be suspected of being implicated in some bad things.His consistent dedication should not be doubted.

But when the agent pounced on him, ignoring the two mobile phones that Janason handed over, he accurately found a protected memory card from his waist belt.He finally had some understanding in his heart...

Fuck, these guys are here for the 'fraternity'.The memory card contains contact information for members of the 'fraternity'.

After the 'Brotherhood' was severely damaged by Zhou Qingfeng, there were still more than 3000 members.These people are distributed in all walks of life and have different jobs and tasks on weekdays.

As an employee of the CIA, Janason has the best means of contact and communication, so he is not only the commander of secret missions, but also the custodian of the organization's internal information.

Seeing that the memory card was found, Janason struggled and writhed violently after being shocked by the electric shock, and let out a mournful moan from his gagged mouth, "We...are...patriots. We...have not harmed the interests of the country."

No one could hear Janason's words.He twisted unwillingly in exchange for several consecutive heavy blows, and finally was pushed to the ground, kneeling down on his neck.

The metal box containing the memory was opened, and the man in black quickly inserted the memory card inside into a card reader. After a while, he turned his head and asked, "What's the password?"

Janason's face was contorted, he couldn't speak, and shook his head vigorously.Because of the emotion, he even had tears in the corners of his eyes.

The man in black from the counterintelligence office just wanted to have fun, and said with a laugh: "Just kidding, we have special password and electronic experts to deal with it. All your secrets will be checked clearly."

Janason's heart was instantly as cold as ice, and the situation became serious.The handed over pistol and mobile phone were put into plastic bags, and the agents in charge of arrest lifted him up and escorted him back to the headquarters.

Not long after, CIA Director John Brennan walked into the interrogation room, stared at the former senior detective who was handcuffed on the iron chair, and asked sharply: "Jennathan, what is the 'Brotherhood' organization? What are you planning?

If I were you, I'd be honest and clear right away.This will save you a lot of pain.Otherwise...you know what our interrogation experts are up to.Sooner or later you will. "

The fangs in Janason's mouth were pulled out. He didn't pay attention to Brennan, but instead looked at the other person who was following Brennan——Jake Wells, Director of Bureau G, with an inscrutable expression.

Another flash of lightning poured into Janason's mind, and a realization came to his mind again—the intelligence system, Zhou Qingfeng code-named 'Victor' is hidden inside the US intelligence system.

It must be so, absolutely!

Jack Wells, even if this guy is not 'Victor' himself, he is probably a follower of 'Victor'.Because of this, the 'Brotherhood' couldn't find him, and they were hit repeatedly.

There must be a way to get this word out, and get it out to the rest of the 'Brotherhood'.Or live, live until the time-space reversal is over.

Janason was annoyed that he understood too late, but he couldn't help trembling in his heart.

He didn't dare to reveal the truth about the 'Brotherhood', because the secret of time and space reversal could not be leaked out.But he is more aware of the CIA's methods, which can easily make the life of the tortured worse than death.

Thinking of 'Victor' actually using the power of the US government to deal with the 'Brotherhood', Janason wanted to beat his chest and feel like going crazy.

There is such an absurd thing in the world, the "Brotherhood" wants to reform the United States, but the United States is used by the enemy to suppress the "Brotherhood".

A catastrophe is coming.

"We didn't do anything." Janason said subconsciously, "We love America."

Brennan sneered at this a few times, "Planning to attack the Republican presidential candidate is also called doing nothing? We are the CIA, as long as there is a target we are targeting, we will never fail to find out.

If it weren't for the information provided by Bureau G, I would not have known that the CIA was corrupted by a fanatical and extreme secret organization.You put me to shame for this. "

The CIA is part of the National Security Council and is an independent intelligence agency very close to the President of the United States.Now there is an insider in this organization.

With the power of the CIA, this group of inexplicable fanatics is going to assassinate the presidential candidate. Will the next step be to assassinate the president?

What does this make the president think?What does the Lord of Congress think?Can you still trust this institution?

When Brennan learned of the 'fraternity', he denied any infiltration into his institution.

However, Wells of Bureau G submitted a large amount of evidence to the National Security Committee of Congress, forcing Brennan to conduct a relatively public internal investigation.

If you don't check, you don't know. After checking, you will find that Janason borrowed the CIA's database and authority, which provided great convenience for the development of the "Brotherhood".

Including the assassination of Trump this time.

The situation was so dire that it was almost maddening for Director Brennan.He could have been laid off safely, but now he is afraid that he will be dismissed with dishonor.

The only good news is that the FBI has also been infiltrated, and the Department of Justice has been disgraced.

What the CIA has to do now is to quickly shovel the power of the 'Brotherhood' and make an account to Congress and the White House.So Brennan came out in person, wishing he could cut Jannason's brain open and dig out all his secrets.

The director didn't talk nonsense, and left after venting threats.

Director Wells next to him was making a big splash at the moment, calm on the surface, but ecstatic in his heart.He pretended to say something to Janason, "We will dig out everyone in your organization."

The BOSS left, and the interrogation expert appeared.

They are all colleagues who are familiar with each other on weekdays, and they know everything.Janason's mind was spinning fast, and he knew that if he didn't tell something, there would be no good fruit to eat.

It's over, it's over, the 'fraternity' is going to be in trouble this time.

Janason couldn't stand the interrogation, and the other arrested members were also hot-blooded 'American Angry Youth'.Imagine seizing power and governing, this group of people can talk eloquently; but once caught, all of them are thin-skinned and tender, and they are all as cowardly as quails.

what to do?There is no way.

Janason himself began to explain.He is still a professional, he knows to pick the unimportant ones first, and he has experience in resisting interrogation.

But there are still many lawyers, financial experts, university professors, local policemen, and scientific researchers in the 'fraternity'.This group of people is afraid that if they are caught, they will be able to "dump the beans from the bamboo tube", and they will all speak out.

Considering that the organization is not only trying to assassinate Trump, but also that some people are studying how to use biological and chemical weapons to destroy, Janason knows that the old men in Congress will not let him go easily.

God, please let this time reversal end quickly.If it is not over, the 'Brotherhood' must be completely wiped out by the US government.The loss this time is probably greater than the previous nuclear bomb washout.

While sweating coldly, Janason suddenly thought of the 'Holy Light' who hugged the thigh of the Chinese government - he thought 'Victor' was so stupid and stupid before, but now he realizes that he is smart.

Chapter 49

Zhou Qingfeng can hold the government's thigh, but the 'fraternity' cannot.This is cultural determinism.

In Marvel and DC, American superheroes can blow up the earth, travel across the stars, and fight aliens every second of every second, but they still play personal heroism.

No one thought about governing the country and society well.

This thought pattern is really weak.

Immigrant countries are like this.

The Chosen Ones are actually mortals with mild superpowers.Zhou Qingfeng never thought that he could change his fate with just a breath. He was very down-to-earth in his work and understanding, and he hugged his thigh when he should.

But the "Brotherhood" upholds the cultural traditions of secret organizations in Europe and America, and each of them has a high self-esteem, which is not pleasing to anyone.When the state violence machine finds them out one by one, they immediately realize that their ability is not enough.

Under raids with sufficient evidence, US intelligence agencies were able to capture at least 800 of them and let the remaining members flee like frightened birds.

Let's implement 'Plan B' again. At that time, without Zhou Qingfeng's action, the Yankees will maintain a high-pressure situation and beat the 'Brotherhood' to death.

In contrast, 'Holy Light' is not only not beaten, but also protected and given preferential treatment in China. There will be fewer obstacles to its development in the future.

After ordering a full arrest, Zhou Qingfeng didn't even have to come forward himself.He notified the Secret Service around Trump and asked the latter to catch the ghost reporter who was in the campaign team.He himself asked Trump to meet, but was rejected again.

Knowing Wang said it was too late, he had to go to bed, and he had to play ball tomorrow.

Fuck!

Zhou Qingfeng cursed in the car.The mobile phone he sent the message received a reply, "Ready, do you want to act now?"

"No, stand by." Zhou Qingfeng replied.

Knowing Wang went to bed, but the US intelligence system was blown up.Arresting people everywhere all night, cleaning up the extremists who have infiltrated into our own side.

An intelligence agency like the CIA itself is in a mess, with many hills and circles.However, it is absolutely unacceptable for small gangs to dare to challenge the upper bureaucracy.

It's as if there is a problem within the national security system. A group of people secretly form a party for personal gain, and they actually want to engage in the front three rows of the rostrum.

Zhou Qingfeng kept answering and making calls all night, all because his subordinate 'Hound Dog' was busy.The exposed 'fraternity' members barely resisted, at most they couldn't accept it emotionally.

When it was dawn, Trump really went to his own court to play as originally planned.Its fleet of more than a dozen vehicles is mighty, swaggering all the way through the city.

Zhou Qingfeng rushed to the stadium again, expressing that he wanted to chat with the presidential candidate, and advised him to give up today's schedule and avoid it at least.

As a result, Zhou Qingfeng didn't even see Wang's face, and the fat old man with golden hair asked the Secret Service to send a message—thanks to Deputy Director Harden for his efforts, but he didn't talk about work today.If you know how to play golf, you can go to the court to blow some hair together.

Fuck, Zhou Qingfeng was so pissed off—this dead old man's arrogance was to the extreme, he treated 'Harden' like a servant.Besides, he can't play golf either!

"Leina, do you know how to play golf?" Zhou Qingfeng took the female secretary with him.

Reina was holding a stack of documents, showing an expression of indescribability to this question, "Mr. Harden, you can't play golf?"

"will not."

"Wow... this is a must-have skill for socializing in high society."

"It seems that I still have a little distance from the upper class. So you..."

"I know a little bit. When I was in college, I studied in the school club and spent a lot of money."

"Then stop talking nonsense." Zhou Qingfeng asked if there was an indoor practice field in the stadium, and then took Leina to learn.

When she saw that 'Harden' didn't even know how to swing, the female secretary understood that this frightening G-game boss didn't know everything, at most he had no strength.

"Mr. Harden, are you really going to spend an hour learning how to play golf?" Reina actually wanted to say, "Harden, wake up. It would be good if you can memorize the essentials of your swing in an hour."

The female secretary also specially added, "By the way, I also want to remind you that Tiger Woods is playing golf with His Excellency Trump today."

"You mean the one who's especially good at golfing?"

"Yes, the champion of the Masters, the Grand Slam champion of the United States, and the champion of the World Golf Challenge. He is also the youngest professional master player in the United States. Trump often invites such golf stars to practice together."

Lena can be said to be "a good medicine for the mouth, and a good advice for the ears", and she almost said, "boss, give up."It's embarrassing to be a caddy with the way you swing like shit.When is it bad for you to find Trump, but now? '

But Zhou Qingfeng is eager to try it, and swings more vigorously on the driving range.