But the key point was this!
Some undercover agents were hiding overseas, connected only to their superiors and subordinates through one-way links. Well, this was unexpected.
"Huh? You're one of us?"
"Wait, you are too?!"
"..."
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from Fujian. You?"
"Me? I'm from Hunan."
"..."
Little Griseo glanced around, her expression turning strange.
Because at the White House, she had finally gotten the answer to a question she had been curious about in her previous life.
"..." Comrade Jianguo.
"..." Comrade Zhenhua.
The two men, both well into their seventies or eighties, stared at each other in silence.
They had originally both come to canvass votes for the election.
The list had just been released, so they had decided to watch it together. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?
The two exchanged a glance, then quickly closed their screens as if nothing had happened.
Their gazes toward each other held a few more traces of warmth.
She gave a slight nod.
She looked around.
No one had noticed her screen.
She secretly switched to the United States livestream.
After all.
As long as she did not click on the homepage, her background and faction would not be exposed.
It was like being an ordinary spy or undercover agent. Everyone understood how it worked. These days, with everyone getting along and the economy globalized, who wasn't helping someone else raise their employees? It wasn't a big deal. People just had to get used to it.
As for people at their level, if the other side was willing to show you something, they would show it. If they weren't, there was nothing you could do about it.
After all, that was how the United States was.
Shouting about "freedom" and "democracy."
By contrast, there