Jacques glanced at Jiang Yan Hai, speechless. And you had the nerve to say that? Operation Stone, the Black Thorn Project, the Harvest Plan, the Ras Plan—weren't this string of plans meant to replace those aging ace agents?
And what happened? Jiang Yan Hai had practically run them all into the ground. And you still had the nerve to say that? Otherwise, Ethan Hunt and the others could probably have retired long ago. Did things really have to drag on until now?
Jacques walked over to the laptop in his study. Jiang Yan Hai had long since had Er Dan copy a subprogram into it, mainly to check whether it contained any alarm programs or anything similar.
As soon as Jacques logged into the laptop, he immediately began operating it. They clearly had their own confidential line, and he did not care if Jiang Yan Hai saw it. It was simple: he could not even protect his own identity anymore.
What was the point of protecting anything else? Once he was dead, nothing else mattered. As for whether Jiang Yan Hai learning more information would cause someone else to fall into a pit, what did that have to do with him? It was not his problem alone, anyway.
Jacques quickly copied Molo's detailed file for him, including her appearance, height, measurements, and more. He even copied Ethan Hunt and the others' files as well.
"You're certainly straightforward," Jiang Yan Hai could not help saying as he glanced at him.
"You were going to keep looking anyway, so I might as well give it to you directly. If you're looking for Molo, I think you'll have dealings with them," Jacques replied just as bluntly.
"Pleasure working with you. Then only heaven and earth, you and I, know about this?" Jiang Yan