Two days later.
The news was getting more and more intense. This was the Langley scandal, but in a way, it even far exceeded the Watergate scandal.
It's very simple.
This involves minors.
Good job.
It's ok that you, Langli, usually do a lot of evil things, but this time you actually trained a killer agent since he was young. Are you crazy? Do you really think this is still the era when you can cover the sky with one hand?
The Washington Women and Children's Protection Agency issued an advisory letter to Langley regarding the incident.
One sentence.
If you don't give me an explanation, I will come to you to ask for one myself.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Before the troubled Langley could come up with a countermeasure, the first wave of beautiful scenery appeared on Pennsylvania Avenue because the second series of reports by Rachel Amsterdam of The Sun came out.
In this report, Rachel criticized Washington in the sharpest language, questioning what right Washington had to ask the FBI to come and arrest him without any subpoena or arrest warrant. If she had not happened to be interviewing the deputy director of the Department of Homeland Security in New York, at this moment, Rachel said she had no doubt that she would disappear from the face of the earth.
Washington can't solve the problems, but they seem to be able to solve the people who raise them.
The media was in an uproar.
The women of the Washington Civil Society Association were also instantly in an uproar.
"Protest Washington's concealment of the truth."
"Washington abuses power."
"Citizens' privacy is not protected at all."
"…"
In an office in a white building, the President looked expressionlessly at the crowd of angry protesters outside his residence, who looked up at Director Langley standing in front of him.
Mr. President wants to curse.
but...
In this incident, Langley was actually also a victim. Director Langley had no intention of helping SHIELD take the blame. It was the white building that gave the order.
"The leaker hasn't been found yet?"
"No."
"The FBI and the Department of Homeland Security are jointly searching for him. He has not been found in any major data systems. A notice has also been sent to state police to assist in the investigation."
After Director Langley finished speaking, he changed the subject and said, "Mr. President, this is no longer about tracking down the leaker. It's about public opinion. The Supreme Court has also called me and asked us to explain this report."
The Supreme Court is the highest federal court, with independent powers. Its nine life-long justices have the power to rule that any federal or state law is unconstitutional and should not be adopted.
The President nodded at the table, thought for a moment, and looked at Director Langley.
An hour later.
Langley held a press conference, first expressing his views on the illegality of leaking the secret identities of Langley agents, accusing The Sun of ignoring national security, and then stating that Megan Walsh had been under Langley's supervision, and that the case was transferred because of his authority. Megan Walsh and the killer organization behind her were also one of the cases Langley was investigating.
Arlington County.
Lake watched the report on TV and smiled.
It's finally here.
I've been waiting for you to say this.
Lake's mouth corners curved up. As a person, you need to be honest and say what you mean, because telling the truth is impeccable, but if you tell a lie, there will always be a way for others to know that you are lying.
In the afternoon.
Rachel Armstrong, who was tracking this information at the newspaper office, received a call.
"Hello."
"Megan Walsh is no longer in Langley, and I have proof."
"Professor X?"
"Half an hour later, at the same place."
"good."
Rachel quickly hung up the phone and walked towards the office of Bonnie, her newspaper manager. Soon, Rachel took Bonnie and her legal advisor out together.
Federal Building.
"Sir."
An agent who was responsible for eavesdropping on Rachel's phone around the clock took off his earmuffs and said to his supervisor, "Professor X contacted this reporter."
soon.
The message was sent.
When Director Langley found out, he wanted to slap himself.
evidence.
What evidence?
Is Langley a rat's nest? Was the secret transfer recorded as evidence?
Who is it?
Director Langley looked like an angry bull. Looking at the agent who came in and hurriedly reported the news to him, he felt that this guy seemed to be a spy as well.
Immediately following.
Director Langley directly ordered all Langley agents to cancel their leave, return, and accept the lies again one by one.
Damn.
Director Langley wanted to curse.
Department of Homeland Security.
Minister Kelly hung up the phone with Karen, shook his head, and rewrote the document in his hand.
He had just called Karen to ask about Lake's location.
Lake was learning how to sear tuna with Karen in Arlington, where they had started just an hour earlier and hadn't left or called.
Half an hour later.
Lincoln Memorial.
Rachel Armstrong got out of the car, while Bonnie and the legal advisor stayed in the car. They came to protect Rachel, so that she wouldn't disappear in the blink of an eye.
Federal agents and Langley agents had already arrived at the scene early and were lying in ambush, waiting to arrest Professor X as soon as he appeared.
Can...
Rachel sat on the bench in her usual place for almost half an hour, but there was no sign of Professor X.
The federal agents and Langley agents in the dark were a little confused.
The operations center in the Federal Building was also discussing the next combat strategy.
Just then.
A little boy walked up to Rachel, and the combat center saw it clearly.
Rachel talked to the little boy for a while, then handed a headset to Rachel.
"What's going on?"
"The little boy gave something."
"It's a headset."
"Damn it."
"Wait until the little boy leaves, then ask who gave it to him."
"clear."
Rachel put the headset into her ears.
Next second.
Professor X's voice appeared in Rachel's ears: "I'm sorry, you are surrounded by federal agents and Langley agents, and your phone is also being monitored."
"What?"
Rachel quickly stood up and looked around, trying to find the Langley agent and federal agent hiding in the crowd nearby.
soon.
Rachel found a federal agent who had poor disguise skills and was wearing earplugs exclusive to federal agents from the crowd.
Rachel's eyes narrowed slightly: "The Federation... can eavesdrop on our calls?"
Lake chuckled. "Yes, but this is another federal scandal. Not to mention the phone, they can even hack into your baby monitor. I'll tell you more later. Let's deal with the current situation first."
Lake is, after all, an active official.
He is well aware of the federal government's methods.
Although he exposed Professor X, given the nature of the Federation, it was a foregone conclusion that they would eavesdrop on Rachel's phone if they couldn't find Professor X.
"You and your colleagues came here?"
"Um."
"Get in the car."
"What?"
"Get in the car and have your colleague drive. Follow my instructions. I've put the evidence in a safe place."
"good."
Rachel stood up, picked up her backpack, and hurried out of the park. At the same time, she called Bonnie: "Bonnie, come pick me up. Washington has tapped my phone, and they are lying in ambush here, waiting to catch Professor X."
The people inside the Federal Building were stunned when they heard Rachel's call being played out loud.
this...
It doesn't feel good.
"Bang!"
"Fuck!"
Special prosecutor Patton, who was working on the case at the federal building, banged his head on the table when he heard this: "Damn, who are these Professor Xers?"
The so-called Prism project, which was supposedly intended to beautify surveillance, started on Earth in 2007, but here, it was put on the agenda almost immediately after 9/11.
I don't know much, but definitely a lot.
but...
Those who know about this are all senior federal officials, and the specific agents in charge all have confidentiality agreements to sign.
at the moment?
Does it mean that the target of suspicion will expand from dozens of people at the beginning to hundreds of people?
besides.
That damn Professor X wouldn't reveal the surveillance plan this time, would he?
Prosecutor Patton thought so, looked up, and said in a deep voice: "We must not let them contact each other. Arrest Rachel now, quickly."
Unfortunately, he said this too late.
Bonnie and her legal advisor came to pick up Rachel, along with a camera and a reporter.
They came here in a news van.
The Sun felt that this was good material, with the feel of a spy drama, so they planned to film the entire process and then make it into a video. It would be based on real people and events, so there would be no need for acting skills and no flaws.
"Don't move."
The federal supervisor, in front of cameras and reporters, directly overruled Prosecutor Patton's approach.
What a joke.
It's okay to arrest Rachel, but no matter what crime she was charged with, her legal advisor is there, and there are cameras. If she was arrested, then something really bad would happen.
"Crucify them for me."
The federal director rubbed his brow and said to his computer agent with great anger, "You haven't found the communication signal yet? Find it for me quickly."
soon.
Rachel got back into the car with the help of Bonnie and her legal advisor.
"Professor X."
Rachel sat in the back seat and said in a panic, "I'm in the car. Where are we going next?"
Professor X's voice chuckled, "Look in your trunk."
Finished.
Lake's clone hung up the phone directly, and then committed suicide by shooting himself in an alley.
"Ouch!"
"...What's wrong?"
Lake, who was learning to cook in the kitchen, covered his mouth and wanted to cry: "I bit my tongue."
Fuck.
Which bastard said that blowing the mouth off is easier than blowing the head off? Come out, I promise I won't kill him.
Lake felt a burning pain in his throat.
A tear was squeezed out.
In the car.
After asking Professor X to no avail, Rachel stood up and looked at her trunk. Then, her eyes lit up, and she reached out and took out the obvious orange Langley document bag from the trunk.
Open.
photo.
A photo of a Langley operations director shaking hands with a S.H.I.E.L.D. executive as a woman is being transferred.
besides.
Photo of vehicles leaving Langley.
this...
irrefutable evidence!