Chapter 923 The Value of 1 “RED”

Just like in the original series, Anna plans to seduce the CIA director and her immediate superior at the FSB, the man who recruited her.

Jack really felt sorry for this girl. Judging from her past experiences, Anna was not the type to indulge herself in depravity. Even when she was in desperate situation, she sent out resumes everywhere, hoping to get a job to escape her miserable situation.

To force a girl with such a strong will to the point where she had no choice but to use her own body as a last resort shows that both the FSB and the CIA are really inhumane.

"Their level is not high enough." Frank did not comment on the feasibility of Anna's plan, but pointed out the key point directly.

"Even if you can take advantage of the opportunity to have sex with them and obtain some confidential information from their portable computers and use it as a threat, and assuming both parties accept your threat, they will not be able to help you get out of your current situation with their authority."

At this time, Jack's mind was working fast. The current plot has not yet reached the point where the CIA explains to Anna the real reason for her rebellion. The truly incredible plot that makes the girl desperate has not yet unfolded.

The original drama is set in 1990. At that time, the FSB had a more terrifying name, KGB, and Vasilyev was not a senior official of the FSB, but the director of the KGB.

Then the incredible thing happened. The CIA actually forced Anna to assassinate Vasiliev, the number one figure in the KGB. Not only did the girl succeed, she even managed to break out of the siege and disappeared from the authorities' sight in a car that came to pick her up.

Jack didn't understand. If Anna had this ability, why would she worry about being controlled or hunted? She could just shave her head and tattoo a QR code on the back of her head and become 47's partner.

But this also confirms what Frank said before. As a "discarded child", Anna obviously could not have access to any FSB intelligence. The CIA's attitude towards her is actually no different from that of the FSB.

Frank raised his hand to signal Anna, whose eyes were red again, to stay calm, and turned to look at Jack.

"How far do you want me to go, dead or alive?"

Jack said without hesitation, "Of course I want all of them."

Seeing the surprised expressions of several people, he continued to explain, "Deleting Anna's information from the FSB archives is just a means to let her regain her freedom, but what is true freedom?"

He looked at Anna and said, "Have you ever thought about what you will do after you get rid of the control of the FSB and CIA? Describe what the free life you have dreamed of countless times is like?"

"Own a little cabin by the sea." Anna got stuck halfway through her words, her red lips slightly parted, but she couldn't continue.

"It seems that we need to have a good talk, but this can be put after you are free. I hope that by then, you have thought of the answer, because it concerns you."

Before Jack could finish, Anna blurted out, "I am willing to give everything for freedom. My body, my life, everything is yours."

Jack was quite speechless by the girl's directness, "I am not short of women, and I am not a black-hearted capitalist. Besides, if even your life belongs to me, then where is your freedom?

What I mean is, you need to figure out what you want as soon as possible, because it will affect your future job.”

Anna has a high IQ. After all, a fool would not survive in this industry until now. But now she is confused by Jack. What he said seems to be right. Whether she repays him with her body or her life, it means that she will lose her freedom again.

To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to replacing the FSB and CIA that oppress you with Jack. What is the difference between this and an employee changing jobs to a different company? You just hope that the new boss will be more merciful.

"I do want to recruit you, or offer you a job. After all, freedom comes at a price, and it requires a lot of money, such as the wooden house by the sea that you want. But I hope you will take the initiative and voluntarily accept this job."

Jack looked like a startup boss who was painting a rosy picture for new employees, "I don't need you to kill for me, nor do I need you to sell out your remaining dignity and body, and I don't want to become a stumbling block on your path to freedom.

There is no absolute freedom in this world, and everyone pursues different freedoms. When you figure out what you really want, we will continue this topic.

Before that, we will help you get rid of the control of FSB and CIA, delete your files, create a new identity, and let you live freely in the sun.

When all this is done, if you are still interested in my proposal, you can contact me, or you can choose to disappear from now on. What do you think? "

Looking at Jack's sincere eyes, Anna was a little overwhelmed, because his proposal sounded too much like pie in the sky.

In her miserable life of more than 20 years, she had never felt such pure kindness from a stranger except from her parents in her childhood.

Jack certainly did not come here to do charity, but there are countless examples throughout history of how too much kindness turned into resentment or even too much kindness turned into hatred. Expecting to gain a loyal subordinate simply by doing favors can only happen in the works of literati who write novels behind closed doors.

He is neither an evil behind-the-scenes boss nor has any desire for control. It is too tiring to go to great lengths to maintain the loyalty of his subordinates.

Moreover, Anna was different from those other "familiar faces" he knew. The time they had known each other was too short. Considering her previous "career", it was almost impossible to build trust in a short period of time.

So Jack chose to take it easy, just as he often did in his vegetable garden, loosening the soil, applying fertilizer, sowing seeds, and then letting nature take its course.

After he said this, not only was Anna confused, but even Frank and Brian were surprised, not understanding what this guy was talking about.

Frank was the oldest and the most knowledgeable of the three. He was the first to react and looked at Jack with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to contact some old friends." He stood up and took the last bottle of good wine left on the table.

Brian stood up and shook hands with Jack solemnly. "I have a feeling that you might be the best boss I've ever met."

"I thought we were already friends." Jack deliberately made a regretful expression, which made Brian laugh. His old face, which was full of wrinkles and seemed to always have an expression of bitterness and hatred, also relaxed a lot.

"I seem to have missed something interesting." At this time, Cassel came down from the attic.

"Are the girls all right?" Jack turned and asked.

Cassel nodded, the sadness in his eyes had long since disappeared. "Alexis is the bravest and strongest girl I have ever met. She will be fine. Kim is great too. But they told me that they never want to come to Paris again in their lifetime."

"Looks like someone's Christmas holiday will be cancelled with me." Jack said sarcastically with a smile, not realizing the seriousness of the matter.

Castle made a face. "She said she wanted to go to Hawaii."

Jack's smile suddenly froze on his face. In the past few years, his "Uncle Danny" had urged him many times to go to Hawaii to visit relatives, but he was delayed due to various things.

One time he even booked a Christmas vacation, but because of Emily's incident, his family was shocked and naturally he was unable to go.

But deep down in his heart, Jack was actually somewhat resistant to this kinship attributed to his original self. After all, he was not like some time travelers who inherited the original owner's memories, and he didn't know how to respond to this unfamiliar kinship.

Fortunately, he always adheres to the attitude of letting things take their course. Some things have to be faced sooner or later. Simply avoiding them will not solve the problem, so there is no need to worry too much about it.

Seeing the wine bottle on the table, Cassel showed a hint of surprise on his face, "I also need a good sleep, maybe some alcohol can help my nerves relax a little more."

Then he was depressed to find that the table was full of empty wine bottles.

Jack pointed at the entrance of the wine cellar with a smile. When Frank finished his call and returned to the small living room, he saw a few more empty wine bottles on the table. They were all the oldest and most expensive ones, and his silly son had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Do you know Katya Petrovna?" Frank shook his head speechlessly and asked Anna.

The latter blinked his eyes in confusion, with a look of awe on his face, "Are you talking about Her Excellency General Petrovna? ​​She is a legend among us."

Frank was stunned. "She's already a general? OK, that's not important. Starting tomorrow you will be temporarily assigned to her. She, you, some people in the FSB, and the CIA, you all have a common enemy."

Anna showed surprise on her face, but was soon replaced by confusion. She didn't understand who the common enemy the old CIA was talking about.

"Vasilev?" Jack asked tentatively. He was not relying entirely on guessing, after all, in the original drama, this was the person Anna wanted to assassinate in the end.

"Yes, Vasiliev. Ever since he took this position, many people both inside and outside the company have been extremely dissatisfied with him."

Jack filled Frank's glass with whiskey and pushed it toward him. "Go on."

"I may need this safe house again in the future. There's no need to drink all the wine downstairs at once." Frank complained, reached out and pulled a blanket to cover Cassel who was sleeping soundly.

He sat down at his son's feet and pointed at Anna, "I don't know why you have so many assassination missions now, but we were not like this in the beginning. We eavesdropped, spied on, bribed, and stole, and of course, we collected and organized intelligence from public channels.

Paris, East and West Berlin, London, Vienna and Budapest, these are our battlefields, battlefields without the smoke of gunpowder.

Spies often have their identities exposed and are secretly interrogated after being arrested, but all of this is maintained under a set of tacitly understood rules of the game.

That is, assassination is a last resort, usually only used on traitors to deter those who are not firm in their hearts, but not against spies from other countries. "

Jack was listening with great interest, but a certain genuine writer who should have been most interested in this was sleeping soundly at the moment and had no idea what he had missed.

Frank continued, "From the Cold War to the present day, the CIA, MI6 and even Mossad have always maintained a certain communication mechanism with the KGB. It's not friendly, but there is mutual respect. After all, everyone is in the same industry in a sense.

Just like the movie Bridge of Spies, we have regular communications and exchange captured intelligence officers instead of just executing them or sending them to Siberia or Guantánamo."

"But this tacit understanding was broken after Vasiliev came to power." Brian sighed quietly, "Before I retired, I heard that Moscow secretly arrested nine Western intelligence officers in one day and executed them all."

Frank spun his cup and sighed, “That was five or six years ago, and he broke the tacit understanding that had been going on for a long time, and this situation has continued to this day.

Assassinations seemed to have become a normal occurrence overnight, and all intelligence personnel realized a terrible thing: being exposed meant losing their lives.

Jack probably understood. "You mean, it's not just the CIA that doesn't want to see this situation again. Even within the FSB, there are people who want to restore the previous order?"

"At least some of my friends think so." Frank continued to look at Anna, "Katya Petrovna can only provide you with short-term shelter and ensure that no one will be watching you during this period.

But only Vasiliev or his successor has the authority to delete your information from the FSB archives."

At this time, Jack truly understood the value of "R.E.D." As a retired CIA agent, Frank could easily reach an agreement with a faction within the FSB through a few secret phone calls in less than an hour.

It is simply unbelievable that they helped another faction to rise to power by killing the leader of the other faction.

Anna's face instantly lost all color. A fear from the bottom of her heart made her curl up her legs involuntarily. "You want me to assassinate Vasiliev?"

Frank looked at her with a half-smile, "Can you blow his head off from a distance of more than two kilometers?"

Anna shook her head stupidly, not understanding what he meant, and just listened to Frank continue.

“There is an opportunity in three days. We are sure to make him appear in Paris, but now we need a sniper who is proficient in ultra-long-range shooting to shoot him at a distance of more than two kilometers.

Such snipers are hard to find, and most of them are on the list. Although I know one, she hasn't taken action for 20 years. I don't know if she can still do it now."

Jack probably guessed who Frank was talking about. It should be the old lady from MI6 who was good at flower arrangement and worked part-time as a killer in "Red Fire Battlefield".

"Does it have to be done through long-range sniping?" he asked. "Wouldn't it be more reliable to use remote-controlled bombs or suicide drones?"