"Three pieces of intelligence," Leng Xiangwen said.
"First, the NSA probably knows what you look like now. I saw a composite image that was 90% similar to you."
Song He shuddered slightly. After two seconds of silence, he nodded. "There are no walls without cracks. They should have known what I look like long ago. But what do you mean by a composite image? Why is it only 90% similar?"
"It wasn't a real photograph. You know the kind of portrait technology the police use to solve cases? They create a virtual facial model on a computer, then continually adjust the features based on a witness's description. In the end, they produce a face that matches the witness's memory and put it on a wanted notice," Leng Xiangwen explained.
"I understand. It was made by someone who had seen me in person... Do you know who?" Song He asked.
"Veronica."
"No wonder..." Song He suddenly understood.
"Second, the NSA established a Song He Analysis Office two weeks ago, specifically to conduct intelligence operations targeting you," Leng Xiangwen said.
"They call it an office, but its scale is more like a small department. There are at least three or four hundred people, including electronic communications reconnaissance experts—in other words, hackers—combat teams—in other words, assassins—and intelligence-gathering teams—in other words, spies. There may be other divisions too, but I don't know about them."
"Three or four hundred people serving just me? That's a pretty generous level of treatment. They really think highly of me!" Song He laughed. "Any other news about this office?"
"No. I only know that there will definitely be a series of operations targeting you. I don't know the specifics. Assassination? Bribery? Intelligence gathering?" Leng Xiangwen shook his head.
"Bribing me is unlikely, but bribing this office might be possible."