"Mr. Major, I am not a child, let alone a circus monkey." Saul looked at him jokingly and said, "I will carry coffee at home and wait for the FBI to come."

Sol's smile suddenly turned cold and said: "It's time for you to go now."

After saying that, he took the initiative to open the door and made a gesture of invitation. The expressionless look on his face let the major know that he was serious.

"Who gave you the courage?" the major threatened, standing next to him; "you will regret your decision."

"Goodbye." Thorpi nodded with a smile and raised his hand to say goodbye.

"Huh." The major quickly rushed out of the door and said to the driver waiting on the roadside: "Let's go."

After the car had gone away, Saul closed the door. There was a dark-skinned young man sitting on the dining table that was supposed to be empty.

At this moment, he was sipping the cold coffee in his cup.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Sol. I think BOSS will be very satisfied with this." The young black man said with a smile.

Saul looked at him nervously. Before the major arrived here, he had seen the coldness and power of this black man.

"It's my honor to be able to help Charlie." Saul swallowed and asked uncertainly; "Will they really not come to trouble me?"

"If they can really do it, do you think you can still sit here?" After hearing what the other party said, Saul was completely relieved.

That's right, if they could really do it, they would have been taken away just now.

How can I sit here and worry about the future?

After drinking the last sip of coffee, he politely put the cup on the tray and wiped his mouth with a white tablecloth.

The young black man stood up and smiled and said: "It's time for me to go, Mr. Saul. Thank you for your hospitality. I look forward to meeting you next time."

"I'm also...looking forward to it." Sol said with a straight face and a stiff tone as he sent the other party to the door.

He was expecting a ghost, and if possible, he didn't want to see the same face again in this life.

What happened recently made Sol seriously think about whether he should take his family to a new place and start a new life.

He is unwilling to participate in right and wrong, and he is unable to participate.

What he wants now is a quiet life where he can enjoy family happiness.

…

"Good job." Li Zitao in the study was holding the phone and walking back and forth with a smile on his face. Everyone could see the pride in him.

His guess was indeed correct. The other party couldn't find him, so he went to trouble Old Sol.

This time, he was one step ahead of Sullivan.

One step faster, each step faster.

I don’t know if Sullivan ever saw Truman and Marshall perform a double act.

Even without seeing it with his own eyes, Li Zitao could still imagine the wonderful scene.

There are no secrets in Washington, even if they happen in the Oval Office.

The dispute between Truman and Marshall soon reached the ears of everyone who paid attention to this office.

That's why Sullivan was so anxious.

Because it was not only Marshall who paid attention to this matter, but also President Truman.

Sullivan could ignore any of them.

But when the two people agree on their opinions, Sullivan must treat this "political and military" combination as an ancestor.

"Boss, what if he insists on not letting me go?" Samor said on the phone.

"Do you think so?"

"Just the power from academia can crush his shoulders. In the absence of solid evidence, all he can do is limit the other party's situation instead of throwing him into prison."

Listening to what he said, Samor seemed to be serious and said: "Evidence is not a problem for them. I think they have a lot of charges that they can use."

"That was before anyone intervened." Li Zitao answered firmly: "If they dare to do this, I will sue the Ministry of National Defense and make them lose their pants."

If they want to frame someone up, they'd better make their arrangements in detail so that nothing leaks out.

Otherwise, the Chinese in North America will never give up.

The Supreme Court has not demonstrated its authority for a long time. I believe they would not mind being the protagonist for once, or the God who decides good and evil?

A military base, temporary detention room.

Qian Dada has been locked up there for half a month, but there is no anxiety or uneasiness on his face, only calmness and open-mindedness.

He anticipated this possibility when he decided to return to his hometown.

As a famous American rocket scientist, he was one of the five founders of the "Rocket Club" established at Caltech at the age of 25.

35-year-old with tenured teaching qualification, von Kármán’s proud disciple.

As the only foreigner in the core team of Project Paperclip, he is a strategic scientist with access to high-level secrets of the US military. His importance is beyond doubt.

Choosing to return home will undoubtedly touch the fragile nerves of Americans and make them wary and sensitive.

But he still did it without hesitation. In life, even if there are some things that you know you can't do, you still have to have the courage to try for the ideals and ambitions in your heart.

The only thing that worries him is his wife and children.

I hope they will not be implicated because of him, and I also hope that his teachers and colleagues can lend a helping hand at critical moments.

As for himself, if he survives the disaster, he will still choose to return to his country.

Being detained this time made Qian Dala even more determined to return to China.

Because he understood an obvious truth, no matter how brilliant the achievements are here.

To them, they are always just outsiders.

Qian Dala was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the squeaking sound of the iron door being pushed, and a figure walked in.

Secretary of the Navy Sullivan personally ordered the detention of his vice admiral.

"Money, how do you feel here?" Sullivan looked around the detention room, as if he was admiring the scenery here.

There are four solid walls, with only a narrow window with iron bars at the top.

These words are undoubtedly sarcastic.

"I'm fine here." Dana Qian looked at him calmly.

He is guessing the other party's purpose of coming. Is there anything unexpected happening outside?

Sullivan kindly asked someone to open the iron gate: "Money, America can give you everything you want, whether it's technical or financial support."

"You are Professor Carmen's most proud student, and he thinks highly of you." Sullivan said with regret; "He was also sad to learn that you made the wrong decision."

"General, you can directly state your purpose."

Hearing what Dana Qian said, Sullivan said seriously: "Qian, if you change your mind, we will restore your authority and job. I think this is the best outcome."

Sullivan was thinking proudly. If it was Dana Qian who asked to stay, then this matter had nothing to do with him.

At that time, it will not only solve the hidden dangers caused by Qian Dana's departure, but also give an explanation to the President and Marshall.

Why not?

However, Dana Qian's answer was destined to disappoint him, "I don't think the decision I made was wrong."

"If returning to your homeland is wrong, then I ask General why you are still here."

"Have you ever told anyone in your hometown about these words of yours?"

Seeing the sarcasm on Dana Qian's face, Sullivan's smile suddenly turned into a threat: "Qian, you have to think clearly, being stubborn will only cost you your life."

"I will remember your advice. Goodbye, General." Dana Qian said and closed his eyes.

Such an unreliable performance made Sullivan feel like he had a lump in his throat, and he angrily walked away.

Now, he has to deal with the upcoming press conference alone.

He originally wanted to persuade Qian Dada to let him attend the meeting with him, so as to completely resolve the trouble without leaving any further consequences.
Chapter completed!