"If its effects really are as you described..." Max asked cautiously, "May I ask who you are?"
"Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself earlier, but I suppose it's not too late to make up for that now." Zhou Yi suddenly realized, taking his identification from inside his coat lining—actually from Storage Space—and showing it to Max.
"Who do you think would possess weapons newly developed by the IRS Equipment Department?"
"I see, so you're with the IRS." Once Max saw Zhou Yi's identification, she immediately relaxed and pulled herself together. "But this place doesn't seem to fall under your jurisdiction, does it?"
"Hmm... under normal circumstances, it wouldn't. But this situation is somewhat special."
Zhou Yi pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from his bag and placed them before Max. "Because you conducted an illegal transaction with an American agent, and that agent failed to pay taxes, we have legitimate grounds to intervene. Furthermore, we're conducting a joint operation with the CIA and possess law enforcement authority."
"So, should I put these handcuffs on you, or do you intend to put them on yourself?"
"You mean Yinsen?" Max wore a grim expression.
"Yinsen? Do you mean him?" Zhou Yi glanced behind Max. "Yinsen, come over here."
"I believe so." Yinsen walked over with a smile. Zhou Yi shifted aside and let Yinsen sit across from Max.
"You two are in this together?" Max was stunned.
"Please don't use such an unprofessional term to describe our friendly cooperative relationship." Zhou Yi fiddled with the handcuffs in his hands. "This is a transnational joint operation between the CIA and IRS, the beginning of a friendly exchange."
"Yes, that's right." Yinsen nodded. "Ms. Max, as you wished, I'm sitting before you now."
"I suddenly don't want to see you anymore." Max's expression turned extremely ugly.
She realized that Yinsen had been playing her like a fiddle!
"That's truly heartbreaking." Yinsen spread his hands helplessly. "I thought we would have plenty to discuss, such as the sixteen million you traded to Agent Jim—also known as Job."
"What? I didn't. That ten million..." Max stopped halfway through, seeming to realize something as she stared thoughtfully at Yinsen.
"To obtain the CIA's complete agent roster, you made deals with the CIA mole, Agent Jim, for six million and then ten million, for a total of sixteen million."
Zhou Yi spoke. "In order to stop your illegal transaction, Yinsen came to me. That was how we successfully stopped you. How does that sound?"
"Very good." Yinsen nodded. "And during the arrest, Agent Jim resisted fiercely. He first killed Agent Claire, then, knowing he could not escape, destroyed the ten million in United States Treasury Cashier's Checks. Finally, he was killed jointly by Agent Zhou Yi and me."
"You... you want to embezzle those sixteen million dollars!" Max's eyes widened. At last, she understood what Zhou Yi and Yinsen were talking about.
They were putting a final conclusion on this matter to conceal what they had done, even pocketing the sixteen million in illicit funds!
"Perhaps I should add another charge to your crimes: slandering public officials?" Zhou Yi said in a low voice.
"Do you need me to tell you who gave me full command over this operation, and that afterward, you'll be imprisoned in a facility under IRS control?"
The information in Zhou Yi's words made Max shudder.
"I only want to know..." Max's expression was stiff. "If I pay another ten million, can you sell me that product of yours?"
"You mean this?" Zhou Yi patted the jammer in his hand. "Its price has gone up. It's now—one hundred million dollars."
Naturally, Max did not have enough money to pay the outrageous price Zhou Yi had named.
So she surrendered without hesitation and let Yinsen cuff her.
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked toward the roof of the train car.
"What is it?" Yinsen noticed Zhou Yi's strange movement and asked.
"It seems we forgot something," Zhou Yi replied. "There's still a little fly above us."
In the sky, Franz Krieg, who had been preparing to pick up Jim, was flying a helicopter alongside the train. He had played the hitman uncle in Léon: The Professional; in this film, he played Yinsen's recruited operative helper and supplier, though he was actually working with Jim.
He was rather confused now.
Where is the person I'm supposed to pick up?
Where did Jim go?
It was not Jim's safety he was worried about. What he cared about was the ten million Jim had on him!
"Still, there's no need to bother with him. Let him go," Zhou Yi said after considering the difficulty of capturing Franz against the possible gains and decisively abandoning the plan. He changed the subject. "I have to say, Yinsen, your choice has truly made me see you in a new light..."
"...I had to do it." Yinsen knew what Zhou Yi meant. After a moment of silence, he answered, "If they didn't die, I would have failed my companions."
"Good. Only someone who can be ruthless is a qualified agent. And you left Agent Claire with a good reputation as well. You have your own principles." Zhou Yi patted Yinsen on the shoulder. "You've grown a great deal."
"You don't look much older than me. Why do you always speak and act so... like a senior?" Yinsen said speechlessly.
"..."
Zhou Yi stared at Yinsen.
The stare of death!
How dare he say I'm old! Unforgivable!
"It seems you still need some proper training, Yinsen." Zhou Yi placed a hand on Yinsen's shoulder and gave it a "gentle" squeeze. "For example, in the way you speak..."
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
After the train reached the station, Zhou Yi's prearranged subordinates secretly transported Claire and Jim's bodies away.
As for Yinsen's innocence, that naturally posed no problem.
The two of them coordinated their testimony... no, exchanged details and objectives of the operation. Then Zhou Yi wrote up the report for this large-scale transnational joint operation and submitted it to Director Chris. After Chris reviewed and stamped it, it was mailed to IMF Director Eugene.
When Eugene, who had been pacing like an ant on a hot pan, received the letter, he practically burst open as though blessed by rain from heaven.
Thermal expansion and contraction. Perfectly normal.
After Eugene read the document's contents and considered them again and again, he finally understood everything.
First, Yinsen had indeed previously been judged by him to be a mole.
But Yinsen was not actually a mole; he had been framed. The supposedly dead Jim was the real mole.
And because the framed Yinsen knew he could not prove his innocence, he sought out IRS Agent Zhou Yi and requested assistance.
Then, Yinsen cooperated with the IRS. He first took the CIA's internal agent roster as a token, approached Max, arrested her, lured out Jim, and captured him. Claire unfortunately died during the process.
Of course, the letter did not mention Yinsen stealing the CIA headquarters' agent roster, nor did it mention Yinsen being framed.
It stated that IMF Director Eugene had been aware of the entire operation and had ordered Yinsen to act this way. Yinsen had been following orders all along.
Eugene understood that this was the step Yinsen and the IRS had offered him.
A step that would allow him to remain in his current position, but would inevitably leave him with leverage in the hands of the IRS and Yinsen.
How could he choose?
It was not even a question.
Eugene took a deep breath and signed his name on the document.
With that, the matter was settled.
The first large-scale transnational exchange and cooperation operation between the IRS agent department and the CIA's IMF department concluded successfully!
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