Luo An didn't rush to ask Reesi what the so-called news from her mouth was about, but he took up the binoculars and asked:
"What is Evelyn doing?"
"Evelyn?"
Reesi was startled for a mont, she hadn't expected Luo An to ask this question, and quickly turned her head to glance behind her, then whispered after a second of silence:
"She's standing at the coffee shop owner's sides with Mona, hands on hips, both on the left and right, staring at each other intently."
"..."
The strong visual image caused Luo An to twitch slightly, but he didn't care about that and instead asked:
"So, Evelyn isn't calling Conrad right now, correct?"
"That's right."
Reesi answered:
"She plans to wait until you guys return to tell the news to Conrad."
"OK."
From above the container crane, through the binoculars, seeing Conrad and Sean making a call and then moving quickly toward the tire tracks, Luo An's mouth curved into a slight smile and he said:
"I got it, by the way, you just ntioned the coffee shop owner revealed so information, what exactly did he say?"
Hearing Luo An steering the conversation to the main topic, Reesi quickly whispered back:
"This so-called Safehouse 19 is inside an abandoned factory.
Right after we arrived here, Evelyn directly gave the coffee shop owner an injection... I suspect it was truth serum.
During the ti when the coffee shop owner's will was unclear, he said that three days ago, a strange man ca to talk to him.
The man used $50,000 to convince the coffee shop owner to send a ssage to him if soone were to use his safehouse.
As for the stranger's identity and why he would do such a thing, the coffee shop owner had no clue—he did it just for the money."
Through the binoculars, Luo An saw Conrad and Sean starting to search the containers near where the tire tracks were.
He wasn't surprised at all by Reesi's narrative.
There's a huge inco gap between high and low-level CIA personnel, like the coffee shop owner who has a cover identity as a field agent; unless the mission is extrely important, in most cases, the pay isn't high.
Betrayal for money is normal; the CIA interior is used to it.
After pondering for a bit, Luo An said:
"Reesi, find a way to have the coffee shop owner make a composite sketch of the man who approached him.
Then have Mona try looking into it, seeing if she can clear up the man's identity and find him."
"Understood."
Reesi agreed and hung up the phone. Luo An put away his phone, just about to descend from the top of the container crane, when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang again.
"It's , Conrad."
Luo An pressed the answer button, and Conrad's voice ca through the phone, laughing:
"Sean and I have found the information Anita left behind."
"Is that so?"
Luo An asked with a smile:
"Where'd you find it? What did Anita leave behind?"
"It's a USB drive."
Conrad didn't go into the details of the search with Sean but directly said:
"Group Leader Greenwood, we should leave now."
"OK, et at the dock exit, I'll be there shortly."
After hanging up the phone, Luo An looked at the binoculars in his left hand, his eyes narrowing slightly; thoughts flickered through his mind before he began moving down to the bottom of the crane.
7 minutes later, the three t at the dock exit, Sean started the car, leading Luo An and Conrad quickly away from the area.
anwhile, Conrad showed Luo An the USB drive he had found, Luo An feigned an impressed look, clapping his hands in admiration, Conrad's expression remained unchanged, while Sean's lips involuntarily curled up into a smile.
Luo An also ntioned Reesi's situation she had just described, and regarding the thing that Evelyn gave to the coffee shop owner, Conrad didn't hide it and nodded in admission, saying directly:
"That's right, it indeed was a truth serum."
The Federal Supre Court has ruled that confessions produced under the influence of truth serum are "constitutionally coerced" and, therefore, inadmissible.
The law doesn't allow for it, but that doesn't an the thod isn't used. The CIA doesn't care about legalities; the process doesn't matter to them, only the results.
Luo An did not pass judgnt on Evelyn's actions; after all, she was a CIA agent, and they were not on the sa side.
The trio quickly arrived at the so-called Safe House 19, which, as Reesi had said, was an abandoned factory.
Just like Reesi had ntioned, Conrad led Luo An deep into the abandoned factory, where there was a firefighting device mounted on the wall.
Upon opening the ragged tal door of the firefighting device, they found another tal door with a code lock.
Conrad pressed a few buttons, and the tal door opened to reveal a very spacious and clean room, starkly different from the outside abandoned factory.
Heads down, Conrad and the others stepped into the room, where the café owner was tied to a chair, unconscious. Evelyn stood against the wall, studying her nails, while Mona and Reesi sat in front of a computer, organizing and searching for information.
"How's it going?"
Luo An took a quick glance at the interior of the safe house and walked up beside Mona, asking:
"Did you find anything?"
"No."
Mona shook her head, Reesi spread her hands helplessly and said:
"We don't have anyone here who can do composite sketches. The café owner's descriptions are intermittent at best, only vague facial features like a large nose and big eyes, not enough to find anyone."
"It's okay."
Luo An gently patted Mona's shoulder, turned to look at Conrad, and smiled:
"Group Leader Conrad and Sean are quite impressive; they found a USB drive left behind by Anita before she disappeared. There should be clues in this USB drive."
Hearing Luo An's praise, Sean hastily waved his hands, but the corners of his mouth uncontrollably curved up again. Conrad's expression remained unchanged as he directly handed the USB drive to Mona.
After plugging the USB drive into the computer, Mona began tapping on the keyboard, and soon she raised her eyebrows and said:
"Everyone, there indeed is sothing on the USB drive."
Except for Evelyn, everyone quickly crowded around the computer as Sean asked:
"What exactly is it?"
"So photos of people and their identity information."
Mona scrolled down on the computer screen, and the photos of several distinctive white males and mixed-race males appeared before everyone. Mona analyzed:
"These n should be the cronies of that underground businessman."
"It's highly likely."
Reesi nodded, and Conrad asked solemnly:
"Can we find their current whereabouts?"
"Surveillance is sparse in Chile, and the facial recognition system is practically nonexistent."
Mona's words caused Conrad and Sean's brows to furrow, then Mona's tone shifted and continued:
"However, the CIA's databases are quite comprehensive, and I have a mini facial recognition program developed by the CIA on my computer. We should be able to find them quickly."
"???" x2
Conrad and Sean were simultaneously stunned, feeling that there was sothing off about what Mona said at the end.
Luo An's mouth twitched slightly, covering his face with a hint of resignation, thinking he should find ti to treat Roland to a al in the future.
Under everyone's gaze, the laptop screen rapidly flashed various n and won's portraits on the right side, while a circle on the left pulsated, with the percentage in the center slowly climbing.
Before long, the percentage reached the end, Mona's eyes brightened as she introduced:
"Of the n in the USB drive, six were identified, but only the specific whereabouts of two were found."
"Two is enough."
Conrad leaned forward and asked:
"Where are they?"
"In this city!"
Having obtained the specific address, Conrad imdiately ordered Sean to get ready. Luo An gently squeezed Mona's shoulder and said in a low voice:
"Mona, help check sothing."
"What is it?"
"So surveillance footage."
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