Half a minute later, in the temporary conference room.
Inside the makeshift conference room were just nine senior officials representing the military, the government, and national security.
Seeing the national security minister's grave expression, which even betrayed some nervous unease, Zhang Haiping could not help asking in a stern voice:
"Minister Sun, what exactly do you need to tell us? Time is critical. Calling a meeting at a moment like this-do you realize how irresponsible that is toward the public and the people in there?"
Faced with the army commander's rebuke, Sun Zhenghong merely drew a deep breath. His voice seemed to be forced out of his throat, one word at a time:
"Commander! I know how important this is! But I suspect all this intelligence is false!"
"Just now, I had my subordinates verify the identities of the people who entered. They did use military codes, but the person sending the messages may not be one of ours. He may be a convicted felon!"
A convicted felon?
Not someone from national security?
As Sun Zhenghong finished speaking, shock swept through the conference room. Especially after he quickly produced a file on Ye Lin, everyone's expression turned grim.
The file listed the various crimes Ye Lin had committed. One page even detailed a vicious case that had shaken the entire Security Department.
They had all assumed that military personnel were sending this information back. Now, however, it appeared that the person communicating with them was a ruthless criminal. No wonder Sun Zhenghong had said the intelligence was very likely false!
Unwilling-or perhaps simply not wanting-to believe it, a senior military official could not help challenging him:
"Minister Sun, I understand what you mean. But what if they're sending the information together? We may not be able to trust him, but