Are You Going to Take Down CIA Headquarters?

"Could it really be...?"

Yinsen found it hard to believe.

Naturally, he knew about the IRS and what that department was responsible for, but...

Wasn't this operation to catch the mole classified internal CIA information?

Even he hadn't known about it, so how had this IRS agent found out?

Then Yinsen remembered the tiny listening device Zhou Yi had pulled out from beneath the dining table and began filling in quite a few blanks himself.

If the other party could openly install something like that in their secret base without being discovered, then knowing classified intelligence... didn't seem all that strange, did it?

Shaking his head, Yinsen stopped wasting time on speculation and began looking up information on the computer.

He still remembered the person Eugene had said the mole was trading with. Since he wanted to find the mole now, that trading partner was naturally the best place to start!

Zhou Yi did not concern himself with what Yinsen was doing. After withdrawing as quickly as possible, he returned to his base and contacted his superior, Chris.

The call connected.

Chris: "..."

"What trouble did you run into? Who are you planning to arrest?" After a long silence, Chris finally broke it and asked.

"...Why does it have to be an arrest right away? Can't I just be calling to check in?" Zhou Yi teased him out of habit.

"Because almost every time you take the initiative to call me, you've caught some big fish," Chris said, scratching his head. The place where he used to be able to scratch hair was now half hair and half forehead. "I honestly have no hope of you not stirring up trouble."

"You can't think like that," Zhou Yi argued seriously. "I'm not some task fanatic. I enjoy the beautiful things in life and savoring its pleasures..."

"So who are you arresting?" Chris cut him off directly.

"Someone from the CIA," Zhou Yi answered.

"What?" Chris was shocked. "You're arresting the CIA this time? The last time you arrested that FBI guy, you already got me into huge trouble!"

"Well, it's not like I haven't done it before. They're departments on the same level," Zhou Yi said without the slightest panic. He had done this sort of thing before, after all. "Anyone I arrest definitely has something on them. You know that."

"That's true. I heard the CIA recently developed some new equipment. We could trade this for something when the time comes... that could work," Chris said, calming down considerably. "Who in the CIA are you arresting?"

"A supervisor. A CIA mole. He's trading a CIA agent list to a Czech man in exchange for a large payment."

Zhou Yi checked the time. It was nearly four in the morning. He went to the window, lifted the curtain slightly, and looked toward the distance a hundred meters away. His powerful eyesight allowed him to see a woman sneaking into the apartment building where Yinsen was staying.

"But I need more evidence. Later, I'll need to visit CIA headquarters in Langley. The IRS has some dirt on the CIA, right?"

"Of course... but you should also know that they have dirt on us as well," Chris replied. "Are you sure you can pull this off, Zhou?"

"Of course. When have I ever done something I wasn't confident about?" Zhou Yi let the curtain fall. Since Claire had still entered the apartment, everything should still be proceeding according to the original plot. "I'm certain that this time, we can make a huge score."

"Zhou, could you watch your wording a little?" Chris said, his face darkening, though he knew Zhou Yi could not see it. "We're a legitimate department! The way you put it makes us sound like a gang of robbers! Oh, right—how huge is this score?"

"...There really isn't much difference," Zhou Yi replied. "If I'm not mistaken, ten million dollars."

"What?" Chris froze. "How much did you say?"

It was 1996, and back then, the dollar was worth a fortune!

No wonder Chris was stunned when he heard Zhou Yi's words, even suspecting that he had misheard.

"Ten million. Dollars," Zhou Yi said, enunciating each word.

Zhou Yi's IRS Employee experience was currently 200/1000. He had only earned that after taking down several major drug lords across the United States in succession, including both the proceeds from criminals preying on one another and bonuses and wages from the IRS.

And now, if this mission went as Zhou Yi envisioned, he could earn ten million dollars in gray income!

More importantly, after completing the deal and letting the other party go this time, he would have no worries at all. Yinsen was a sufficiently capable teammate, and they could simply arrest the person afterward!

"Whew..." Chris took a deep breath and asked, "Are you going to take down CIA headquarters?"

"Not quite," Zhou Yi said, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I'm just stealing their agent list."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

Chris: "..."

So how was that any different from taking down their headquarters?!

"You're sure you can handle this, right?" Chris asked again.

"Of course," Zhou Yi said. "Don't worry. The list will just take a trip outside. No one will get to see it."

"I really must be crazy..." Chris rubbed his head irritably. "When do you need it?"

"I only need an excuse to investigate the CIA, an opportunity to enter their headquarters," Zhou Yi said. "But I don't need it right now. I'll ask you for it when I go to Langley later... Want to take a vacation in Langley?"

"..." Chris took a deep breath. "You really know how to bring me good news."

"Good news often comes with risks, doesn't it?" Zhou Yi chuckled. "If you want to gain more, you have to take necessary risks. That can't be avoided."

"I understand the logic," Chris said. "But your vacation is gone."

Zhou Yi: "..."

"Come on, boss, let's talk this over!"

However, before Zhou Yi could fight for his rightful interests, Chris simply hung up.

Still, it was not much of a problem. Doing missions was basically a vacation for Zhou Yi anyway, and he understood just how much risk Chris was taking by backing him up like this.

After all, this was CIA headquarters—the list of every CIA agent!

The importance of a list containing every agent in an intelligence agency went without saying. Yet even under such circumstances, Chris was still willing to support him. It was clear just how much trust that represented.