Subtitle of this chapter: Don’t forget Su Xiu when you have the American Empire

Since I can't say that the "little prince", the "dog-legged" can only look at the other two in the room...

Well, it looks like a confused person. In fact, in terms of the police business, he is just a confused Director Hill who must be on the side of New York City. He can only count on the shrewd and capable Aiden.

So he said, "Agent Aiden, let's talk about it from your professional perspective!"

And our General Zod, Captain Wilton Aiden, had long been a little impatient. At this moment, he cursed in his heart, "Damn New York! Damn lawyer! Damn politics!"

For a "countryman" like him who came from Texas, he was not so used to staying in New York, and the climate here in November was wet and cold, and the prices were ridiculously high.

The lawyer he scolded was the two prosecutors in front of him. If he didn't become a lawyer, he was not qualified to run for district attorney or hired to become a federal attorney.

Agent Aiden, who has been in government departments for some years, understands very well what they are fighting for. In short, it is just a struggle for merit. And this is "politics"!

He sneered in his heart, and when he heard that the suspect was Chinese, these two began to work hard.

The federal agent's eyes were very poisonous. Although he had been in contact with our Master Yuan for a short time, he already knew that this Chinese was really a bit uncommon...

Of course, he didn't know what the 'card: the sycamore corpse on the 'Shiri Shrine' was.

General zod was about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

"Who is it?"

"Is Captain Aiden inside? Your guy is looking for you."

"I'll come."

He got up and nodded to the three people in the room, opened the door and walked out.

In less than a minute, Captain Aiden came back. He said directly with a little ugly face: "The suspect's lawyer is here and I want to communicate with him alone."

Only then did the other three remember that the Chinese had not been interrogated yet.

"No..." Prosecutor Donald Ramsey's first reaction was to stop them from meeting, but he really couldn't find a reason. He swallowed it back halfway through his words.

Attorney General Harold Williams couldn't help but sneer on his face when he saw him like this, and said lightly: "What's wrong with letting them see you? Can that Chinese still make a big difference?"

His words come true. A Saris like Master Yuan can really make this day unable to cover his eyes and the land unable to stop his heart... If there is no such broken system.

"Gentlemen, listen to me." General Director Hill said slowly, "Instead of stalemate here, we should do our own work first."

"Prosecutor Ramsey and I prepare for the press conference tonight."

“Mr. Williams continues to negotiate with the Justice Department.”

"And Captain Aiden, you will preside over the interrogation. I believe that with your professional skills, even if that Chinese man has a lawyer, it will be useless."

The district attorney clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Director is right, I think that's what I'll do."

"You..." The federal attorney general was not a fool either, knowing that what the old fox said had actually squeezed himself out.

What he needs now is to directly obey Captain Aiden's support, so he immediately turned his head and said, "Wilton, you mean..."

General Zod is good at business but not politics, and he is different from Mr. Williams. He is an authentic federal government employee, and the latter is a "one official" appointed by the Democratic government, the "one emperor", so as long as he does his job well, no one can make mistakes.

He pretended not to see the eyes of the federal attorney general, picked up his hat and nodded, "I agree. Then I'll pry open the Chinese man's mouth now..."

"So, you didn't pry open the Chinese man's mouth?"

Lin Dengwan, dressed as a postman, looked at his superior, the kind old man code-named "Professor", couldn't help swallowing and nodding with some difficulty.

These two "anarchist" comrades are located in the morning highlands of the Upper West Side of New York, not far from the house is Columbia University.

Because the matter was urgent, Linden had no time to leave a secret code to notify the other party to go to the joint location. He had to become a postman and rode his bicycle to come to the door to "send a message".

"SCP Foundation... Infuss..." Wearing a pair of big wooden glasses and a rich figure, our Master Yuan would definitely feel that the professor who looks familiar with him showed a kind smile and said to himself, "What a Chinese who is infusss."

Lin Dengwan felt cold when he saw such a smile, because he saw with his own eyes that his superiors had easily solved the Tsarist Russian spies who refused to receive "education".

But he still bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Professor, am I going to leave immediately?"

"Don't hurry." The professor pondered for a moment, "I think that Chinese man is a little young, but he is definitely not simple, and he is not that naive. You can wait a little longer."

"But……"

The professor raised his hand and interrupted him, saying lightly: "There is nothing but, my comrade! The organization just allocated funds to build a stronghold. Wouldn't those investments be wasted?"

He asked very kindly: "And how can we complete the next phase of our mission?"

"Then, that's OK."

"Well, is that right?" The professor nodded and continued to ask, "By the way, are those two women still obedient?"

Linden's face turned a little bitter when he heard this. He hesitated and said, "I am quite obedient, but..."

"Is it really good for us to work with the spies from the Second Empire?"

"What's wrong?" A strange light flashed in his eyes behind his wide lenses. The professor said naturally, "They want to avenge their motherland, and we want to work for them. Why can't we cooperate?"

German spies and Soviet agents lurked in the heart of Great America as "anarchists disguised as ordinary people" and created big news like Wall Street booom, which is indeed very popular.

The professor looked at his subordinates and said earnestly: "My lieutenant colonel, you also know that Comrade Trosky attaches great importance to intelligence work, so he established the Red Army's foreign intelligence department. We consume a little bit of imperialism here, so our motherland will be under much less pressure. I think the importance of our work is not necessary to repeat it."

"I see!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Just then, a knock on the door started.

"Okay, you go first. I'll teach Russian classes to a few students."

Lindenwan nodded, got up and left the villa through the back door. He also faintly heard the conversation coming from the front door.

"Hello, Mr. Professor."

"Hello, Mr. Yamon Hammer. You are so on time. By the way, the two poems I taught you last time..." (Note 1)

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Note 1: Yes, Mr. Armandhamer is the legendary figure known as the "Red Capitalist". At this time, he had just graduated from Columbia University and had a strong curiosity about the red bear.

What? Some people think that the author wants to comment on "Mr. Professor". This friend is really sick.
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