Chapter 923 The value of a

The value of "E·D"

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

Jack really felt sorry for this girl. Judging from her past experience, Anna was not the type to indulge herself. Even when she was in a desperate situation, she sent out resumes everywhere, hoping to get out of the unbearable situation with the help of a job.

To force a girl with such a determined mind to the point where she could only use her body as a last resort, it can only be said that both the FSB and the CIA are not human.

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

"Even if you can take advantage of the opportunity to go to bed and obtain some confidential information from their portable computers and use it as a threat, and assuming that both parties accept your threat, they cannot 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, and the truly outrageous 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 outrageous part came. The CIA actually forced Anna to assassinate Vasilyev, who was the number one figure in the KGB, and the girl not only succeeded, but also succeeded in killing Surrounded by heavy siege, she disappeared from the sight of the authorities with the help of a car.

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

But this also confirmed Frank's previous statement. As a "discarded child", Anna obviously couldn't get access to any FSB intelligence. The CIA's attitude towards her was 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.

"What do you want me to do, dead or alive?"

Jack said without hesitation, "Of course I want everything."

Seeing that the expressions of several people were a little surprised, 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 real freedom?"

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

"Own a cabin by the sea." Anna was suddenly stuck in the middle of the sentence, her red lips slightly opened, but she couldn't continue.

"It seems that we need to talk about it, but this can be done after you are free. I hope that by then, you have already thought of the answer, because it is related to you"

Before Jack finished speaking, 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 don't lack women, and I'm not a black-hearted capitalist, and if you even own your life, then where is your freedom?

What I mean is that you have to figure out what you want as soon as possible, because it is related to your future work. "

Anna has a high IQ. After all, a fool wouldn't survive in this industry until now. But she was confused by Jack at this time. What he said seemed 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 her with Jack. What is the difference between this and a worker changing jobs in a different company? It's nothing more than hoping that the new boss will be more merciful.

"I do want to recruit you, or provide you with a job. After all, freedom also has a price and requires a lot of money to support, such as the wooden house on the seaside you want, but I hope you will take the initiative and voluntarily accept this job."

Jack looked like a startup boss who painted a pie for new employees. "I don't need you to kill for me, nor do I need you to sell your remaining dignity and body, and I don't want to become a stumbling block on your road 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, so that you can 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 more than 20 years of miserable life, except for her parents in childhood, she has never felt such pure kindness from a stranger.

Jack is certainly not here to do charity, but there are countless examples of kindness turning into resentment or even deep kindness turning into hatred throughout the ages. Stories that expect to get a loyal subordinate just by showing kindness only happen in the works of those literati who write novels behind closed doors.

He is neither an evil behind-the-scenes boss, nor does he have any desire for control. The fact that he has to work hard to maintain the loyalty of his subordinates is too tiring.

Moreover, Anna was different from other "familiar" characters he knew. Their contact time was too short. As far as her previous "career" was concerned, it was almost impossible to build trust in a short period of time. Possible things.

So Jack chose to be a little more Buddhist, just like he often does in the vegetable garden, loosen the soil, fertilize, sprinkle the seeds, and let nature take its course.

After he said these words, not to mention Anna was confused, even Frank and Brian looked surprised, not knowing which song this guy was singing.

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." After saying that, he stood up and took away the last bottle of good wine left on the table.

Brian stood up and shook hands with Jack solemnly, "I have a hunch that maybe you will be the best boss I have ever seen."

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

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

"Are the girls okay?" Jack turned to ask.

Cassel nodded, and the scowl that had been on his face for many days had long since disappeared, "Alexis is the bravest and strongest girl I have ever met. She will be fine. Kim is also great, but they Tell me I never want to come to Paris again.”

"It seems that someone is going to miss my Christmas vacation date." Jack teased with a smile before he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Cassel grimaced, "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 to visit relatives in Hawaii many times, but he had been delayed due to various things.

One time, he even booked a Christmas vacation, but because of Emily's incident, his home was bombed, so naturally he couldn't make the trip.

But deep down in his heart, Jack is actually somewhat resistant to this family affection attributed to the original person. After all, he does not inherit the memory of the original owner like some time travellers, and he does not know how to respond to this strangeness. of family affection.

Fortunately, he always adheres to the attitude of letting nature take its course. Some things will have to be faced sooner or later. Blindly avoiding them will not solve the problem, but he will not get too entangled in it.

Seeing the wine bottles on the table, Cassel's face showed a hint of surprise, "I also need a good sleep. Maybe some alcohol can relax my nerves more."

Then he discovered to his dismay that all the bottles on the table were empty wine bottles.

Jack smiled and pointed to the entrance of the wine cellar. When Frank returned to the small living room after making a phone call, he saw a few more empty wine bottles on the table, and they were all the oldest and most expensive wine bottles. My silly son has fallen asleep on the sofa.

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

The latter blinked his big eyes in confusion, with a hint of awe on his face, "You mean His Excellency General Petrovna? ​​She is a legend among us."

Frank was stunned, "She is already a general? OK, it doesn't matter. Starting tomorrow, you will be temporarily assigned to her name. She and you, some people within the FSB, and the CIA, you all have a common enemy."

A look of surprise appeared on Anna's face, but it was immediately replaced by doubt. She didn't understand who the common enemy the old CIA mentioned was.

"Vasilev?" Jack asked tentatively. He didn't rely entirely on guessing. After all, in the original play, this was the person Anna wanted to assassinate in the end.

"Yes, Vasilev, since he took his current position, there are a lot of people who are extremely dissatisfied with him, both externally and internally."

Jack filled Frank's glass with whiskey and pushed the glass in his direction, "Continue."

"I may still use this safe house in the future. There is no need to drink all the wine in it at once." Frank complained, stretched out his hand to pull a blanket, and covered 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 at the beginning. We eavesdropped, spied, bribed, and stole. Of course, more of them were from the public. Collect and organize information through channels.

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

Spies often reveal their identities and are secretly interrogated after being arrested, but all of this is maintained under a tacit understanding of the 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, rather than targeting spies from other countries. "

Jack listened with great interest, but a real writer who should be most interested in this was sleeping soundly at this time, not knowing what he had missed.

Frank continued, "From the Cold War to the present, the CIA, MI6 and even Mossad have always maintained some kind of communication mechanism with the KGB. It is not friendly, but they respect each other. After all, we are all peers in a sense.

Just like in the movie "Bridge of Spies," we would have some regular communication and exchange captured intelligence agents instead of just executing them or sending them to Siberia or Guantanamo. "

"But after Vasilev came to power, he broke this tacit understanding." Brian sighed quietly from the side. "Before I retired, I heard that Moscow secretly arrested 9 Western intelligence agents in one day and brought them all to justice. Executed."

Frank twirled the cup and sighed, “That was five or six years ago, and he broke the tacit understanding that had always existed, and this situation continues to this day.

Assassinations seemed to have become a norm overnight. All intelligence officers realized a terrible thing. Exposure meant losing their lives. "

Jack probably understood, "You mean, it's not just the CIA that doesn't want to see this kind of situation again, but 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, "Kataya Petrovna can only provide you with short-term asylum, ensuring that no one will be watching you during this period.

However, only Vasilev or his successors have the authority to delete your data from the FSB archives. "

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

Helping them rise to power by killing the leader of another faction is beyond belief.

Anna's little face lost color instantly, and a fear from the bottom of her heart made her involuntarily curl up her legs, "You want me to assassinate Vasilev?"

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

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

“There will be an opportunity in three days. We are confident that he will 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 shot one in 20 years. I don't know if she can still do it now. "

Jack probably guessed who Frank was talking about. She should be the MI6 old lady in "Red Flame Battlefield" who was good at flower arrangement and part-time killer.

"Does it have to be through long-range sniping?" he asked. "Would it be more reliable to use remote-controlled bombs or suicide drones?"