Absolute Honor

Night, USA, Virginia.

The Lincoln SUV drove into a small courtyard, and the car lights illuminated the door as white.

Stopped in front of the garage door, CIA Deputy Director Cook pushed down the door and walked towards the mahogany gate.

His steps appear to be slow and tired.

He opened the door lock with his fingerprints and walked into the living room.

It was dark, and there was no scene in the room. Only the soft carpet under his feet gave Cook a familiar feeling.

"Alice!"

He screamed while standing in the dark.

No one answered.

His sons and daughters have already worked and studied abroad. Because of his work, he lives near Langley, Virginia. However, the nature of his work determines that the relationship between him and his wife is not passionate. Although this marriage is maintained, Already dull, the couple became the two most familiar strangers living under the roof.

It seems that his wife Alice is not at home, maybe she went to some party.

Turning on the light, Cook caught a glimpse of today's newspaper on the table in the living room. She had been here today, maybe she brought it in.

Sitting down on the sofa, Cook grabbed his hair with his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, as if to squeeze the tiredness out of every pore.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

He glanced at the number, it was his immediate boss, Director David.

Pressing the call button, Cook had a somewhat ominous premonition, but he calmly asked: "David, it's me, Cook."

"I shouldn't have called you so late, but I just came back from DC, and I have to inform you about something." Director David's voice is neither salty nor weak, and I can't hear anything unusual, as if it was in the service desk. "Recently, your work has been relatively busy. Considering your physical condition, the boss decided to let you take a holiday. You can come back tomorrow and hand over your work. Levinson will communicate with you. He will temporarily I will follow up for you."

Levinson is another deputy director and can also be said to be Cook's competitor.

Let Levinson take over his work?

Cook smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt a bit of taste and was a little hungry. He wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

He picked up the newspaper, took the phone, and walked toward the open kitchen while saying: "I see, David, I messed up."

It's useless to say anything now. Departments like CIA always look at the results. No one cares about the process, but the goal must be achieved.

David is not a member of the Flying Eagle Project. Of course, he will not deliberately defend himself and take the blame for himself. Of course, there is no reason why he has no responsibility to mention himself.

The deciphering of the "Achilles Heel" caused the entire Flying Eagle project to panic. In the data stored on the hard disk, there were as many as dozens of high-level Flying Eagle projects involved in secret transactions with organizations such as Hei Sun and the Holy City Army. people.

These people are located in key government departments, military circles, intelligence agencies, and even Financial Street and Wall Street. They are all core members of the Flying Eagle Project.

Once the information is leaked, especially caught by the press, it will be a huge scandal.

David went to DC and Washington for a meeting with senior officials today, and it seems to be discussing how to deal with this issue.

Now the result seems to come out, I am temporarily suspended, I am afraid that I am waiting for the gun.

After hanging up the phone, Cook walked to the kitchen sink in a daze, and put the newspaper on the table next to him. Suddenly, a news headline came into view—

"Lieutenant General Robert, Commander of the Fleet, died bizarrely in his Bahrain residence"

"Robert... poor Robert..."

Cook muttered to himself.

In the past half month, this has not been the first high-level inside the Flying Eagle Project to die bizarrely.

Before that, Mo Min, a prominent figure in the House of Representatives, the Ministry of National Defense, and other key departments, died miraculously.

He glanced at the news content and suddenly sneered.

"... But after the US military investigation, no evidence of murder was found, and other clues have not been released to the outside world for the time being, but the suspected murder of others has been ruled out..."

"Send a homicide suspect..." Cook felt a chill in his heart and felt extremely ridiculous.

On heroes, there is no truth about losers.

He felt that there was a fire in his throat and it was dry to death, so he picked up the cup and turned on the faucet.

The rushing water poured into the cup, and Cook looked up and slurped the water in the quilt. He felt that his mouth was still dry, so he turned on the faucet again.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand towards the cupboard under the sink.

"Mr. Deputy Chief, don't move." A familiar voice came from behind, "There is a pistol there, but I took it away."

Cook dropped his hand weakly, turned his head and said weakly, "I knew it was you."

Next to the refrigerator in the kitchen, suddenly there was a man like a ghost.

Cook looked up and swept around.

"Don't look, your security system has been cracked." The person said.

Cook was taken aback, and then he showed the kind of helpless wry smile.

The security system of this house was installed by a CIA technician, and the person in front of him is impossible to crack, unless...

"Mister, what? Are you here to ask me for justice?" Cook looked at the former Delta Force member in front of him, with a joking expression on his face: "You think that killing me will make you clear the wrongs. ?"

"This is your pistol." Mister shook a P226 pistol with a silencer in his hand. He shrugged, then shook his head and said, "No, I know some things very well. But I think after you die, I will be happier, at least for this country, which is a good thing."

"Good thing?" Cook seemed to hear the best funny joke in the world, and suddenly laughed, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

When he finished laughing, Cook looked at Mister with a pitying look: "Who do you think you are? You are just a worthless pawn, a **** at the mercy of others, in our chess game, You don't even have a chance to end!"

"Really? If I told you that I got the information in Achilles' heels, what would you think?" Mister said.

Cook said coldly: "You are just a little lucky, and you have joined the kid with the surname Qin."

Mister said: "So, I not only walked into your chessboard, but now I've knocked you down."

Cook shook his head immediately: "No, no, you made a mistake. With your little ability, even if you get the entire decrypted hard drive, it's useless. The person who wants the information got it, which is our opponent. It’s only useful when it arrives. It’s not you who brought me down, it’s the people behind you."

Mister didn't speak, he had to admit that Cook made sense.

"Do you think that you can satisfy your pitiful patriotism by knocking me down? It's ridiculous, you don't know anything, you don't even know anything. You don't even know who the boss behind the scenes is. , I was not wrong, did I?"

Mister nodded: "Yes, I don't know, but I don't care. I want you to die. Whoever framed me will have to pay for it."

"You are really naive, do you think you can reverse the case?" Cook glanced outside the house, "You are from the Delta Force. You should understand very well that a chess piece that shouldn't know Titus has completed the task. What will happen afterwards, maybe... more than one sniper is aiming here with a gun..."

Mister calmly said: "I know, my boss wants me to die."

He also glanced outside the house.

Then he turned his head and said, "But do you think a top member of the Delta Force would not check the surrounding environment before entering a room?"

Cook froze for a moment.

Mister smiled: "They are all asleep, and have a long, long sleep."

"Then why are you still coming in." Cook asked: "You can leave."

"As I said earlier, whoever framed me will die." Mister's tone was so stubborn, even paranoid.

Cook was stunned again, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "It seems that I misunderstood you at the time. I should recruit you instead of your pig teammates."

"There is no regret medicine in the world." Mistor said: "Well, I don't have time to delay here. What I want to say is, do you do it yourself or I do it?"

He took a small box from his pocket and threw it on the table.

"The latest poison, your product, if you eat it, it will be like a heart attack, without trace. I don't think I need to analyze the pros and cons, death and immortality, and what the consequences are. You know yourself. It’s up to you to leave a good reputation and die because of overwork."

Cook picked up the small box, opened it, took out a small red pill from it, and looked at it at the tip of his eye.

"By the way, I have another question. If you don't mind, you can help me out before you die." Mister said.

Cook said: "Why should I explain to you? To someone who came to kill me? I am sick?"

"Remember what I said before, whoever wants to frame me, I want to die." Mister said.

Cook's muddy eyes lit up suddenly and he smiled.

"They are the same people and we are the same, understand? We are both branches of an ancient organization with a long history..."

"Your predecessor was the Ku Klux Klan."

"Yes." Cook said, "but you forgot one thing. Before the Ku Klux Klan, where did the Flying Eagle Project come from?"

Mister shook his head: "I don't know."

Cook said: "Our BOSS and yours both originated from the same ancient organization, the organization that can mark itself on banknotes, understand? It's just that we were more radical afterwards, and they were conservatives. They I think we will mess up their plans to control the world because of radicalism, so they must clear us~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is your boss, this is the war between us. Obviously, I committed a crime. Wrong, I didn’t expect that Morris, who was inserted into the Black Sun organization by us, would betray me and be a double-faced spy to inform your boss. If it weren’t for Morris, this **** fat pig..."

Mister interrupted Cook: "I told a news that would make you happy before you die. In fact, Morris didn't take refuge in anyone. He worked for himself. I just got the news that he killed my boss and sent him to him. The person who joined, swept away the money of the entire Black Sun organization, and then disappeared. I think, like me, he knows that he will be killed."

Cook laughed again, "So, don't think you kill me, things will be over, never, understand? This invisible war is still going on behind! Hahahahaha—"

After that, he raised his head and threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

Mister watched Cook quickly become flushed, then fell against the cupboard, twitching on the ground, constantly clutching his neckline, as if to loosen the button.

He stepped forward and unbuttoned the top button with his gloved left hand.

Cook showed a hint of haste in his eyes, and squeezed out the last two words: "Be careful..."

Then, the look in the pupils of this high-level person finally dimmed completely, and he let out his last breath, and stopped moving.

Mister stood up, carefully retracted the box, then exited the kitchen and exited through the back door.

Leaving Cook’s house, he took off his shoe covers and gloves, held these things in his arms, raised the collar of the jacket, buttoned the hood, and then walked to the next street with his hands in, and got on a car. Chevrolet car on the street.

After a few seconds, the car started, slowly slid down the street, and finally disappeared into the night.