The problem lay with the FBI.
Ever since Fang Yuan learned of Frye's existence, he paid special attention to the Bureau of Investigation's movements, even changing his appearance to wander around the company a few times.
Relying on Telepathy, he truly discovered something fishy.
Four FBI Agents had been planted inside Vought Corporation, and one of them held an unexpected surprise.
"Shawn has people within the FBI?"
Inside Xavier's Mansion, Charles and Eric were very surprised to hear the news Fang Yuan gave them.
"That's right, this is intelligence passed to me by White Queen; she said some United States officials have already defected to Shawn," Fang Yuan lied.
He had discovered FBI Agents within Vought Corporation, which was originally a very normal thing, but after Fang Yuan read that person's memory, he surprisingly found that he was also Shawn's secret operative.
He couldn't expose that he also possessed Telepathy, and no one would suspect using White Queen as a shield.
"In that case, it's troublesome," Charles frowned deeply.
Fang Yuan felt the same.
This plot point was not in the original film's storyline; now that he thought about it, this must have been Shawn's backup plan for Fang Yuan.
If Fang Yuan truly didn't stand with him and chose to help the X-Squad, even if the United States was prepared, these secret operatives Shawn had infiltrated would still be able to help him achieve his goal.
After all, during a critical period of confrontation between two countries, any small incident would be infinitely magnified.
Even if a soldier fired a shot at the other side, it could lead to a major war.
"We must find all the lurking spies!" Eric also knew the seriousness of the problem.
It was not easy for Mutants to appear openly before the world; this excellent situation absolutely could not be destroyed.
"This time, we need to act together," Fang Yuan said.
His Telepathy was not as strong as Charles's; Charles could search for traitors over a larger area and more quickly.
And Fang Yuan had already exposed his teleportation ability, which was perfect for taking them on their way.
As for Eric?
After all, they were dealing with Agents and spies, so a strong hand was naturally needed.
Fang Yuan didn't want to expose his ability to control metal so early; wouldn't that be clearly telling others he had a problem?
Charles suddenly asked, "Should we notify Oliver?"
"No," Fang Yuan shook his head, "the CIA does not have law enforcement power domestically; Oliver can't help much and it's easy for news to leak."
He pondered for a moment, then made a decision: "We'll first clarify the list, and then the task of apprehending them will be handed over to others."
As for who would do the arresting, he already had someone in mind.
So the three immediately took action; it was already the 19th, and the officials had begun to mobilize troops to Cuba, so time was very tight.
Fortunately, the three of them were all using their special abilities; they started with the Agent from Vought Corporation and investigated step by step.
Professor X's ability was truly a bug; he didn't even need to be face-to-face, and within a few minutes, even at a distance, he would finish searching the target's memory and retrieve the intelligence.
Then Fang Yuan would use teleportation to rush to the next location on the intelligence, repeating the above actions.
And Eric was responsible for vigilance and adjusting the terrain, because some spaces were too enclosed for Charles's mental power to probe into.
In this way, they spent an entire day, during which Fang Yuan even rejected Raven's suggestion to spend time together, finally compiling a list.
"Twenty-three people, plus six high-ranking officials; Shawn's infiltration ability is truly strong."
Fang Yuan shook the roster and sighed.
"The top leader of the Bear Military has been controlled by him; it's not strange to have these people," Charles rubbed his forehead.
Using memory search so many times in a row made his head throb slightly.
"All the problematic personnel we could find are here."
"But there's a problem," Charles frowned deeply, "From the clues, there's also a top official behind them, but we can't find out who exactly it is."
"They've never met, and their contact methods are not fixed, so it's very difficult to trace."
In this situation, even Professor X was powerless.
Fang Yuan spoke to comfort him: "It's okay; professional matters require professional people to do them."
He suggested, "Want to accompany me to Washington tomorrow?"
Charles and Eric exchanged glances, both smiling.
"Of course!"
Fang Yuan moved a little further away from them; these two men in front of him were acting rather intimate.
On the 20th, Frye arrived at the Bureau of Investigation headquarters early in the morning.
He was a round-headed, round-faced old man, 67 years old this year; if a stranger saw him, they might even find him a bit kind-hearted from his appearance.
But in reality, Frye's reputation had already made a host of United States officials tremble in fear for twenty years.
No one wanted to provoke a man who had almost all the dirt on officials in the political arena.
However, even Frye had been a bit overwhelmed these past two days.
Now, due to the Missile Crisis, the entire government was embroiled in busyness, especially their intelligence department.
Not only was the CIA, responsible for international affairs, working like dogs, but their Bureau of Investigation was also working non-stop.
After all, internal troubles often accompanied external threats.
"The Black Robe Gang in New York has been expanding rapidly recently, and it's even implicated several FBI Agents?"
Frye put down this piece of intelligence; in the current chaotic situation, the loss of a few FBI Agents could be put aside for now.
"Ding-a-ling..."
At this moment, the phone in front of Frye rang; his expression changed slightly, and the person who was reporting work in his office also hurriedly exited the room and closed the door.
This phone was Frye's private line; very few people knew about it, and if someone called, it was absolutely an extraordinary matter.
Frye picked up the phone, and after only a few words, his eyes instantly narrowed, like a venomous snake beginning to scrutinize its prey.
After hanging up the phone, Frye pondered for a moment, then immediately picked up the internal phone and ordered: "Clyde, go to the main entrance and bring a few people to see me."
"Okay."
The person who received the call was Clyde, the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Investigation, a 62-year-old old man who had worked for Frye for over thirty years, supporting Frye greatly in both work and life.
Fang Yuan met Frye's good friend at the Bureau of Investigation entrance.
Clyde's face changed as soon as he saw the three, clearly recognizing their identities.
At least, he recognized Professor X and Magneto.
However, Clyde didn't ask further, resolutely carrying out the Director's orders.
Fang Yuan and the other two came to Frye's room, but unexpectedly, Clyde didn't lead them to the Director's office, but to a metal room divided into two halves by a transparent partition.
"This room is specially made to prevent Professor X from taking too many things from here," Frye's voice came from inside, "If you turn around and leave now, I can pretend you were never here."
Frye's room was like an enlarged version of Shawn's helmet.
What surprised Fang Yuan more was Clyde, who was leading the way; Fang Yuan had read Clyde's thoughts, and Frye hadn't told him he was in this room, yet Clyde, upon seeing them, directly led them here.
What a... long-standing unspoken understanding.
Fang Yuan impolitely glanced at Charles and Eric, wondering if they would also be like this in the future.
Moreover, the combination on the scene was very intriguing: Frye and Clyde were a pair, and Charles and Eric were another pair.
Fang Yuan suddenly felt a bit superfluous.
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