Fang Yuan observed the metal room and noticed that all the marks were very new, indicating it had just been built recently.
Presumably, after Charles publicly displayed his abilities, Frye began to construct it.
The purpose, of course, was to guard against Mutants with Telepathy, like Professor X.
After all, Frye knew too many secrets; if exposed, it could overturn the entire United States.
Eric gave Fang Yuan and Charles a knowing look.
This place was made entirely of metal, and anything metal was under his control.
Fang Yuan shook his head slightly at the two, then led Charles and Eric confidently into the room.
They were not here to cause trouble, so there was no need to sour relations.
Moreover, apart from Fang Yuan, no one else wanted to delve into the intelligence Frye was hiding.
Ahem, gossip is human nature.
It was definitely not because Fang Yuan wanted to do anything bad.
After they entered, Clyde closed the door and personally stood guard outside.
"It seems you had to find quite a few people to get the number to my private line," Frye said, sizing up the three.
Fang Yuan immediately pointed at Charles: "With him around, you know, it's not that difficult."
Frye's expression darkened slightly; he had intended to gain the upper hand by pointing out how difficult it was to see him, subtly implying that he held the dominant position.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yuan didn't follow his lead but instead brought up superpowers to intimidate him.
Frye wasn't afraid of superpowers; he was afraid of superpowered individuals who also had brains.
And it seemed Fang Yuan was the leader among the three, but Charles and Eric were both leaders of X-Squad.
Information about Fang Yuan flashed in his mind, and he immediately noticed a key detail.
"Vought Corporation, The Observer Daily, The Neutralist Daily… You're not going to tell me X-Squad is yours too, are you?" Frye asked Fang Yuan, slightly surprised.
Fang Yuan smiled without speaking, not surprised that Frye could guess this; he had more intelligence than others, so his judgment would naturally be more accurate.
Moreover, since he had acquired The Observer and The Neutralist into Vought Corporation, it meant he had no intention of hiding his identity.
To interact with various forces, Fang Yuan always needed an identity.
Seeing that Fang Yuan didn't want to talk, Frye asked directly: "What are you here for?"
However, Frye already had a general idea in his mind.
Fang Yuan also didn't play games; after all, time was precious now.
"We know who the real culprit behind the Missile Crisis is!"
Frye's eyes widened instantly; he knew it had to be related to the Missile Crisis, as the Missile Crisis was exposed by Vought Corporation.
But he really hadn't expected Fang Yuan's words to be so explosive.
He loved explosive news!
Frye asked impatiently: "Who is it?"
But Fang Yuan just stared at Frye, remaining silent for a long time.
Frye, who had been in intelligence work his whole life, immediately understood: crucial intelligence always required a price.
It was his turn to make an offer.
"I have a few people in Vought Corporation; I'll have them withdraw," Frye said.
Fang Yuan felt a wave of contempt.
This old schemer was really good at his calculations; knowing that Professor X was with him, he immediately realized that the Bureau of Investigation's moles in Vought Corporation would surely be exposed, so he generously offered them as a bargaining chip.
Fang Yuan's contempt passed from his heart to his eyes, and Frye's eyelids twitched involuntarily when he saw it.
It had been a long time since anyone dared to look at him with such eyes.
But Frye was not an easily angered man, and he genuinely wanted to know the information Fang Yuan had brought.
He simply said directly: "What do you want?"
Fang Yuan smiled slightly, then suddenly sighed: "Director, as the King of Intelligence, you should know, Mutants have it hard."
"In this World, even different skin colors face a lot of discrimination, let alone Mutants whose appearance and physique are different from ordinary people."
"To protect our group, we have no choice but to use some methods, and Vought Corporation is one of them."
Fang Yuan's expression turned to one of extreme regret; for his cheerful and sunny demeanor to make such an expression was truly a bit unfair.
If that woman saw it, she would probably jump into his fishpond again.
Even Frye slightly lowered his guard.
"But there are many bad people in this World; too many harbor malice towards Mutants," Fang Yuan concluded his setup, finally stating his purpose, "So we have no choice but to seek some strong allies."
At this point, Fang Yuan paused timely.
But Frye understood; he looked at Fang Yuan with a half-smile: "You want to ally with me?"
"Aren't you and the CIA on very good terms?"
"How can the CIA compare to the Bureau of Investigation?" Fang Yuan immediately exclaimed, "Don't look at how impressive the CIA is now; if we hadn't given them the intelligence, they would be packing their bags and jumping off the White House rooftop to atone right now!"
"But that's also easy to explain, after all, the CIA doesn't have an underground President holding the fort."
Hearing Fang Yuan's mouth full of nonsense, Charles and Eric tacitly examined the corners of the room; they hadn't yet reached Fang Yuan's level of thick-skinnedness.
But Frye was somewhat pleased to hear it; he was usually very strict but liked to hear praise.
Especially on the topic of the underground President, Frye not only didn't shy away from it but was proud of it.
After all, everyone has desires; Frye didn't love money or women, but only power and vanity.
It was just that Frye had heard similar words many times, but coming from Fang Yuan's mouth, he always felt it was a bit more endearing than from others.
This was, of course, the effect of the [Low-Level Affinity Aura].
But being happy to hear it didn't mean Frye would agree to Fang Yuan; he said expressionlessly: "Many people want to establish a connection with the Bureau of Investigation; one piece of intelligence isn't enough."
He said that, but Frye was calculating in his mind.
One piece of intelligence wasn't quite enough, but what about adding X-Squad?
If X-Squad could help the Bureau of Investigation gather intelligence, or even act together, Frye thought it would be acceptable.
He just didn't expect that while Fang Yuan was full of praise, when it came to negotiating the price, he immediately turned hostile.
"Oh? Not enough, huh?" Fang Yuan shook his head with a slight regret, then immediately stood up and motioned to Charles and Eric, "If it's not enough, then let's go back."
Charles and the other man obediently stood up.
Eh?
Frye's face stiffened; this person changed his mind so quickly?
"Playing hard to get with me?" Frye frowned.
He understood the tactic of playing hard to get, and he often used it himself, knowing that now was the critical moment to see who would lose their nerve first.
Frye did not speak to stop them, but Fang Yuan, who had reached the door, suddenly added casually.
"It seems the underground President is getting old after all; we should still go and cooperate with the CIA, I'm sure they would be very happy to get involved."
"Wait!"
Frye called out to stop them just in time.
Because he suddenly thought, X-Squad already had a CIA background, so telling the intelligence to the CIA was the best option for Fang Yuan, why did he come to him instead?
Moreover, upon hearing Fang Yuan say that the CIA was willing to act, Frye immediately realized a key piece of information.
Fang Yuan's intelligence was very likely related to their Bureau of Investigation, or even that the Bureau of Investigation itself had problems.
In that case, the CIA would, of course, be very happy to kick them while they were down.
Frye's eyes flickered uncertainly; after a quick thought, he finally said: "Alright."
Then the gloomy old man looked at Fang Yuan, who swaggered back to his seat as if returning victorious, and thought to himself.
"Flowery words mixed with a quick blade, this person is not easy to deal with."
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