Allen truly could not understand what Jiang Yan Hai was thinking. If that was all, why had Jiang Yan Hai saved them? Was it really just because they had shared similar experiences?
Suddenly going from being inexplicably hunted by his own organization to having someone inexplicably help him, Allen could not adjust to it for the moment. But he could not think of anything he could do to help Jiang Yan Hai either, because aside from the agent skills he had learned and those methods of killing...
He truly did not know how to do anything else.
Of course, being an agent was not just about killing. Agents were better at gathering intelligence, though assassination naturally counted as one part of it.
"Then, if that's the case, thank you in advance." Allen fell silent for a moment. In truth, he did not know what he should do next either.
Revenge and such... honestly, not everyone was Liston Han Xiao. There were quite a few CIA agents who had defected. A small number went into hiding, while others joined organizations like the Syndicate, but most maintained a tacit understanding with the CIA.
Basically, I won't come after you, and you don't come after me. Everyone keeps the peace. That was generally how it went.
But someone like Liston Han Xiao, who defected, made backup preparations, and then kept targeting the CIA—there had never been anyone like that.
Or rather, those agents who had defected in the past knew perfectly well that they could not take on the CIA. The problem was, now there was someone who did exactly that, and he was doing quite well so far. At the very least, the CIA had a massive headache right now.
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