Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Where is Director Hoover?

Just as Hoover was staring blankly at the looted basement, bewildered, a gray-faced head suddenly stuck out from the hole in the floor and said hello to him. "Hey, isn't this Director Hoover?"

Hoover was startled and subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist, but the man took the lead, picked up a straw-like object and blew hard on him. Hoover only felt a slight pain in his neck, and the next second, his whole body His strength was suddenly drained away, and his whole body instantly collapsed and fell to the ground.

He was suddenly horrified and wanted to shout loudly to the guard, but his whole body was so limp that he had no strength at all. Let alone shouting, he couldn't even control his eyelids. He could only half-open his eyes and watched helplessly as the man held the hole with his hands. Jumped up. Then another person followed. The two ignored Hoover who fell on the ground. Instead, they squatted beside the hole and neatly stacked aside the boxes handed down from below.

Looking at the three letters "TNT" printed on those boxes, Hoover was going crazy. Are they going to blow up this place and destroy the corpses? !

The two were busy for a while, piling up nearly two tons of TNT in the basement, and then set up the Hoover and sent it into the hole.

Hoover was placed on a cart. He saw that the tunnel was two meters high and more than one meter wide. It was fixed with iron frames at intervals to prevent collapse. There are two railroad tracks on the ground, and this cart is running on the railroad tracks. One look at this formation showed that the opponent must have been preparing for a long time.

At this time, the strength in his body was gradually restored, and Hoover asked with a big tongue. "Who are you?" Even if he dies, he must let him know clearly. He wants to know who the other person is! ! It's a pity that the other party didn't pay attention at all, and the cart went straight forward for nearly two kilometers before reaching the end. Judging from the direction, Hoover discovered that the tunnel ran through a hill behind the villa.

At the end of the tunnel was another spacious basement. Hoover was carried upstairs, brought into a room, roughly pressed onto a chair in the center of the room, and handcuffed.

There was nothing in this room except this chair, and it looked empty. The curtains were closed on the windows, and you couldn't see outside. Hoover spoke again. "Who are you? I want to talk to your commander." No matter which organization the other party is, there must be a leader.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door, and a well-dressed middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a slicked back hair strode in. "Director Hoover, I've heard my name for a long time. You probably don't know me, so please allow me to introduce myself. I'm affiliated with the External Operations Division of the German Imperial Intelligence Service. You can call me Thompson."

"Germans?!" Hoover's expression suddenly changed. He never dreamed that the Germans' hands had reached so far.

Thompson smiled proudly. "Director Hoover, don't feel wronged. We spent eleven years on you. As for the tunnel you just saw, we dug it for seven years. It's almost like a mole." , I never want to pick up a shovel again in my life." After complaining for a few times, Thompson got back to business. "Director Hoover, are you satisfied with our gift? You have now become a public enemy of the United States. Many people are eager to peel off your skin and eat your flesh."

Hoover's face became quite ugly as Thompson continued. "There is no place for you in the United States. If Director Hoover is willing to cooperate with us, we will naturally ensure your safety. I can guarantee that even if we let you go, you will not be able to go more than a few miles without being arrested." Shoot to death indiscriminately. If you don't cooperate, not only will you die, but your reputation will be ruined. People across the United States will know that you, the director who is opposed to homosexuality on the surface, are secretly not only a homosexual, but also a transvestite who wears stockings and high heels! "

Later, a biography titled "Official and Secret: Hoover's Hidden Life" was published. In the book, author Anthony Summers quotes eyewitness Susan Rosentier as saying that she twice saw "Hoover wearing a lacy puffy black dress, stockings, high heels and a black curly wig, appearing at gay events." **Party in progress”. Susan was the fourth wife of bisexual millionaire Lewis Solon Rosenthal, with whom she often attended gay parties. In addition, there were rumors that Mafia boss Meyer Lansky had photographic evidence that Hoover was gay. Under his blackmail, Hoover "failed to kill all" his criminal activities.

"And your lover, Mr. Tolson, will not end well either."

Clyde Tolson was recruited by the FBI in 1927. He was "one of the many young and handsome graduates hand-picked by Hoover from the University of Washington." Tolson was personally cultivated and promoted by Hoover and made rapid progress. , became the assistant director in 1930, responsible for personnel and discipline work.

It was not unusual for young people to be reused by Hoover. If Hoover found someone he liked, he promoted him quickly. What sets Tolson apart is his highly public friendship with his superiors. Since the mid-1930s, the two have become inseparable good friends. Not only were they working partners, they had lunch and dinner together every day, participated in crime-fighting operations together, played golf together, and Tolson was never far from Hoover at important events in Washington.

What is intriguing is that for 40 years, the close relationship between Hoover and Tolson seemed to have been acquiesced by the top leaders of American politics: when people invited Hoover to attend important dinners, Tolson would also receive an invitation at the same time. invite. Within the FBI, the two were known as "Edna and Mother Tolson." The two attended family gatherings together and even co-signed thank-you notes. Friends and political colleagues treated them as "a couple." The two frequented the Stork Club, which was the most famous nightclub in the United States at the time. They also went on dates with club owner Sherman Billingsley and his girlfriend, Broadway star Esol Moorman.

In the 1950s, they often went on double dates with then-Vice President Richard Nixon and his wife, Pat. Once they failed to keep an appointment, Hoover wrote to Nixon to apologize: "I wanted to send you a personal note to let you know how sorry Clyde and I are that we were not able to have lunch with you and Pat today. .” Another time Nickerson suggested that Clyde—“our favorite bartender”—should learn to make a pink cocktail that they often drank. What is read between the lines is the social tone between the two couples.

Thompson keenly caught the muscles on Hoover's face trembling slightly and sneered. "Your relationship with him is well known. If others can't find you, they might vent their anger on Mr. Tolson. Fortunately, we have invited Mr. Tolson to be our guest, and he will be here soon. Here. Director Hoover needs to make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise you will watch him die or he will watch you die.

Of course, Director Hoover must also be proficient in torture methods. Letting you die is not a matter of killing you with one shot. You will experience endless pain every minute and every second of every day that follows. You will not be able to escape within ten days and a half. "

There were heavy footsteps outside the door while they were talking, and two strong men came in dragging a sack. He untied the sack and poured out the contents, revealing a solid middle-aged man who was tied up.

"Tolson!!" As soon as Director Hoover called out his name, Thompson said coldly. "Come here, break his hamstrings and hand tendons first to avoid any tricks!"

"No!"