The hearing concluded, and faced with ironclad evidence, Yang Yi only had rits to his na.
But how to handle Aaron, how to reward or suppress Yang Yi, all of this would require lengthy discussions in the future to be decided.
When Yang Yi walked out of the CIA headquarters, it was already completely dark outside.
But being able to walk out of this door, instead of being asked to stay inside and virtually being under house arrest, Yang Yi was already quite content.
He looked up at the sky; ever since he had a conversation with Bruno, Yang Yi developed a habit of looking up at the sky for no reason.
Yang Yi exhaled deeply, and then he found himself a bit lost, where should he go?
Yang Yi owned luxury hos in Washington, not just one, so since things were settled, he might as well go ho once.
Just as Yang Yi was considering how to return, Walter appeared.
"I knew you’d be going ho today, welco back, brother."
Walter embraced Yang Yi fiercely once more.
Walter looked very happy, and he was sincere, but for soone in the CIA’s security division, if Yang Yi truly believed Walter was particularly friendly, particularly open, and particularly valuing friendship, then he’d be a fool.
Yet, facing soone who always greeted him warmly, appearing very friendly, would naturally uplift one’s spirits.
"Thanks, brother."
"How are you getting ho? Shall I take you?"
"Sure, thanks, I was indeed wondering how to get ho."
The two walked to the parking lot and got into Walter’s car. After the car drove out of the CIA headquarters, Walter abruptly said, "There are a lot of people in the office actually dissatisfied with you, mainly Aaron’s people, because they lived well under Aaron. You killed Aaron, even if he was a mole, you will still incur resentnt."
"There’s no way around it, this is unavoidable."
"Yeah, and the fact that Aaron was a mole can’t be made public. It’s a big scandal, so you can’t beco a CIA hero anyti soon. The upper managent will surely offer a reasonable explanation to the outside world, but in the operations departnt, your days might not be easy for a while."
People in the operations departnt who had ties with Aaron wouldn’t openly oppose Yang Yi, but covertly ostracizing him was inevitable. However, Yang Yi naturally wouldn’t care about these things.
What Walter was saying was essentially Porter’s viewpoint; Walter was probing Yang Yi for Porter because Yang Yi was a rited figure and couldn’t be treated unfairly. Porter was likely quite troubled, as this matter couldn’t be handled openly, nor quickly, thus Yang Yi would have to endure so grievances.
"Do you know how the upper managent plans to arrange ?"
"Well, they’ve offered you a regional managerial position in Europe. How do you feel about that? Of course, if you want to work, you can go elsewhere, but I think Europe is better, could be considered as a vacation."
Yang Yi didn’t think twice and said, "Then how about the United Kingdom? Or France? Uh, I’m not very fond of Germany, but I definitely can’t go to so poor, broken places."
Walter gave a mysterious smile, then spoke quietly, "Brother, don’t you know, it’s actually fun in those remote places. But if you prefer bustling ones, there’s no problem; managent will give you an appropriate arrangent."
Given Yang Yi’s age and qualifications, aiming to beco the CIA’s deputy director isn’t conceivable within twenty years. But for soone his age and qualifications, being responsibile for a national intelligence station, Porter was generous, offering him the highest position attainable.
The Grey-cloaked People hoped Yang Yi would stay in the U.S. because they were strong enough in Europe, but Porter wanted to send Yang Yi abroad.
To Yang Yi, staying in the U.S. or going to Europe didn’t really matter, it genuinely didn’t matter.
Walter drove Yang Yi to his luxury ho, said everything he needed to, and didn’t even step inside Yang Yi’s ho.
In a large mansion, it was empty inside, managed periodically by servants, so there wasn’t much dust, but entering the room and seeing the empty living room, even though Yang Yi promptly turned on all the lights, he still felt emotionally uncomfortable.
Without even sitting, Yang Yi directly turned from the living room to the garage.
Bought his beloved cars, quite a few in number, yet hadn’t even had the chance to drive them. Especially seeing the car given to Xiao Ran, a Koenigsegg, Yang Yi felt even more agitated.
Yang Yi really wanted to go for a drive, so he grabbed a key, got into a car, and drove right out the door.
Yang Yi truly loved driving, truly loved cars, but after driving around aimlessly for a while, he suddenly realized it had been a long, long ti since he drove without any purpose.
Not having a destination he had to reach, just simply cruising around, this is sothing Yang Yi hadn’t done in a very long ti.
Still hadn’t contacted Annastasia or the cleaners, Yang Yi simply drove his car, aimlessly wandered around Washington D.C. for a large loop, then finally found a random place, parked the car, and then walked quite a distance to make a phone call.
Make a call in the car?
No way, because Yang Yi hadn’t driven his car for a long ti, hadn’t checked his house or car for a long ti, so having ten or eight listening devices installed in the car was pretty normal, thus how could he make a call in the car.
Made several calls, got in touch with everyone necessary, and then, Yang Yi found he had nowhere to go.
Go back to the so-called ho, stay in a hotel, or where should he go?
Yang Yi didn’t hesitate for long this ti, he decided to drive straight to New York.
There was still Petra waiting for him in her New York ho.
It’s really quite a headache.
Though he didn’t really want to face it, what needs to be faced must be faced. Now Aaron is dead, and has established direct contact with the Grey-cloaked People, continuing to be ambiguous with Petra isn’t good for either of them, so Yang Yi thought it’s better to resolve it decisively.
He just felt a bit heavy-hearted.
Yang Yi drove all night, heading directly to New York.
By the ti he arrived in New York, it was already dawn, morning.
Returning to a ho he once felt very familiar, Yang Yi stood at the door, wanted to open the door and go inside but felt sowhat afraid, he was very tired, also very guilty.
Perhaps it was the great soundproofing or maybe Yang Yi was just lost in thought, but while he hesitated at the door, it suddenly opened.
Seeing Yang Yi at the door bearing a tired and conflicted look, Petra stopped, and Yang Yi froze as well.
"You’re back..."
"Yes, I’m back."
Yang Yi had been pondering all the way how to say, thinking about it all night, but now he couldn’t utter a word.
Petra didn’t think much, she directly hugged Yang Yi, and then both angry and happy, said, "You finally ca back, why were you gone for so long without calling ? Do you know how much I missed you? Do you know how worried I was!"
Yang Yi sighed lightly, then patted Petra, softly saying, "Let’s... talk inside."
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