The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Kassel drank two glasses of whiskey in a row, exhaled heavily, and leaned weakly against the cabinet beside the wall. "So you are my father? My father is a spy?"

"To be precise, he's an intelligence agent." Frank nodded, looking at Cassel with some special emotions in his eyes.

Jack picked up the wine glass on the ground and tilted his head towards Brian, and the two of them walked quietly into the small kitchen next to them, leaving some private space for the father and son. Although the attic was too small to be soundproof, they still had to make the gesture.

Brian also took the remaining half bottle of whiskey on the table. It was obvious that he also needed a few sips to calm down.

"Does my mother know? Uh, I mean, does she know that you are a spy?" Cassel swallowed and asked hesitantly.

Frank hummed, "Maybe. What did she tell you about me?"

"Uh," Cassel fell into some kind of memory, even a little embarrassed, "She said it was a very special night and she fell in love.

But when I woke up the next day, I found that you had disappeared, and I never saw you again since then."

Everyone was an adult, there were no angry questions or excited words, and both parties in this father-son situation were unusually rational and restrained.

“Yes, I had just completed a mission and returned home that night, at least I thought I had completed it, but the next morning I received news that the situation had gotten a little out of control and I had to leave first.

A year later, when I returned to China, I was surprised to find you there." Frank was lost in memories.

Cassel raised his voice slightly, with a hint of questioning in his tone, "So you've known about my existence for all these years? Our existence? Yet, you never showed up until you retired?"

"I am different from your companion. After retirement, he can stay with his family as long as he hides his past identity. But my job prevents me from having a close relationship with anyone, let alone communication."

Frank explained calmly, "But I've been keeping an eye on you. We've met before."

As he said this, he opened a drawer, took out a brown wig, and put it on his head in front of Cassel's surprised gaze, with a sighing tone.

“I still had hair then.”

Jack subconsciously looked outside from the small kitchen. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but after Frank had hair, he actually felt that the two of them looked a bit like father and son, except for their noses, especially the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose and the chubby chin.

"You were only ten years old that year. Your mother took you to the library. You were looking for a book, so I handed you that one." Frank was interrupted by Cassel before he finished speaking.

"Casino Royale!" Cassel's eyes suddenly turned red.

Frank smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's right."

Cassel's voice was even a little choked up, "You know what? It was that book that made me want to become a writer."

"So when I saw that your first novel was a spy novel, I couldn't believe it." Frank was obviously moved, with tears in his eyes.

"So you have read my book?" Cassel was delighted and even a little proud of being a son.

Frank put his hand on Cassel's shoulder and nodded slightly, "Of course, I read every book. Later, when you wanted to go to Langley to research and look up some information, I helped you a little.

It’s a small thing, but it really gave me a sense of being a father, watching my son grow up, even if it was only in the dark.”

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Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for the father and son to reminisce about the past. When both of them had calmed down, Jack walked out of the kitchen with the freshly washed cups.

"So who is the mastermind behind the kidnapping?"

At this time, Frank's expression returned to his usual relaxed state, and he took off the wig. "Gregor Volkov, a former KGB defector agent. I fought him in Paris twelve years ago. He blamed me for his wife's death."

So the reason why the three girls were kidnapped to Paris was explained, and the other party's real purpose was revenge.

Jack didn't ask whether the man's wife really died at Frank's hands, a question that was doomed to have no answer. "I'm surprised you didn't take the initiative to kill him."

"I did think about it, but then he was caught by the KGB and imprisoned in a secret prison in Chechnya, which should have been a life sentence, but he escaped and then got involved with some extremist organizations, obsessed with finding and killing me."

Frank sighed, "You did a pretty good job before, finding their former hiding place so quickly, even though Volkov exposed it on purpose.

But he didn't expect that you were also on guard, and he didn't expect that I had already found his current location."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Cassel couldn't wait any longer. The very short encounter before gave him great confidence, or rather, based on what he saw with his own eyes, made him believe that the three guys in front of him were omnipotent.

"Not us, but the three of us. And before that, I need to make a phone call to gain some strategic advantages." Frank glanced at Jack and Brian, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number he had written down before.

The call was quickly connected, but no one on either side spoke. After a long silence, a deep voice with a strong Russian accent came from the other end of the line, "It's you? It was you who killed my people in the woods? After all these years, you finally showed up!"

"Let them go, Volkov, this is a grudge between you and me," Frank said.

"Did you let Anna go? No, it's time to end it all. One life for two lives, you still have something to gain, right? Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, outside the Bourbon Palace.

You know where it is, right where you started. If you show up, I will let them go. If you don't come, believe me, you will receive many, many wonderful videos.

Next is your son, your woman, every relative you care about and the people around them. "After leaving these harsh words, the call was hung up. Obviously, the other party did not expect to track a professional agent through the phone.

"What should we do? If you know me, you should know that I am willing to do anything for Alexis." Cassel thought Frank really intended to take the risk himself, just like he did today, to lure the other party out.

"Of course not. I said, this call is just to gain us a little strategic advantage and make him think we will wait until tomorrow morning." As Frank spoke, he took out a few architectural blueprints and spread them out on the table.