Richard Ramo looked at Rotman and said, "But the form of doing things is to deal with our own people." After that, he waved his hands and continued, "Don't get me wrong. I have no objection to this work, and I just think we shouldn't deliberately distinguish them. I mean, before we confirm, they are actually suspects, or enemies that may exist."

"So you mean you don't have to be polite to them?" Russell asked.

Before Richard Ramo could speak, Rotman said: "This is not OK. Be cautious about the offer of important people. They are not ordinary people, they are not Russian spies yesterday or a month ago, not to mention that the people we face are all people with special training, at least military training. These people know what they are doing and what they will face. It is difficult for violence to work for a while, and just scaring will be even more useless."

"As you say, these tortures in human history are in vain and are all stupid means?" Richard Ramo said in discontent.

"I mean, how do you want to deal with them? If they say they don't know or even cooperate, will they suffer? That's impossible. Didn't you hear those words just now?" Rotman said.

Ramo shook his head and said, "You don't understand what I mean. If you really want to find this Russian spy as soon as possible, we must not only have privileges, but also not be able to look back and forth, and worry too much. Otherwise, we will only waste a lot of time."

"You think this way and will only mess things up. Let us become secret policemen that everyone hates." Rotman said.

"You are now. You didn't think you were transferred to be a manager before, did you?" Ramo smiled disdainfully and said, "To be honest, this is a dirty job. In the future, no one will look at us when you walk out of the office."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Rotman said with great dissatisfaction: "What the hell do you want to express?"

"I just want to tell you, don't think about setting up a arch again as a bitch." Richard Ramo said to Rotman.

Rotman suddenly stood up and said, "What are you talking about? You bastard."

"Okay, OK." Pete stood up, "Don't be excited. This is just a discussion before work. You shouldn't be like this, right? Did you have any conflicts before?"

"I don't know him," Rotman said. "I don't know what this guy is thinking. If you don't want to do it, you should say it early and don't waste time here."

Richard Ramo said indifferently: "I think you really think you are here to manage the business. I have to tell you again, if those two guys don't cooperate, you'll just wait to be fooled as monkeys."

"Stop talking." Pete raised his hand and said, "Now they have not fooled us yet, we are going to become monkeys ourselves."

"I didn't plan to say anything to him." Rotman sat back to his seat after he said, while Pitt said, "No matter whether those two guys cooperate or not, we have to talk to them. It's better to decide how to talk to them as soon as possible." After saying that, he looked at the time, "Do we end today? Everyone is tired, and you can think about it before going back to bed, which may help you sleep. Tomorrow, tomorrow we must come up with a plan and make sure what we want from them." After saying that, Pitt looked at Rotman and said, "We have to communicate with Mr. Lill in the future, maybe he can make sure that those two people can communicate with us well."

Rotman nodded and stood up and walked towards the door, "It's time to have a good sleep. Where is our room? I remember we can't leave Halemet now."

Just as they opened the office door and came out, a man sitting in a chair beside the walkway outside the door stood up and walked over and said, "Everyone, Mr. John told me to wait for you here and take you to your rest."

The place where Peter and others used as temporary residences is not in the main building of Helmet, but in the second floor of a moving two-story building built on the adjacent main building.

Pete had never been here before. Judging from the way he came in, the management here is more strict than the main building. There are actually no people in the building, and it looks more like a place where various information documents are placed.

Pete was quickly taken into his room, where each of them was a room. The room looked very simple, and you could see a bed and a table when you entered the door. There were some drinks on the table, and by the window was a simple wardrobe, which was the kind of plastic cloth that could be folded.

There was nothing else except these, no TV, no Internet, and nothing else. Obviously, this place was not originally planned to be lived in, but it was just urgent to follow the rules. In order to keep it confidential, they temporarily changed the place and let them live in.

"There is not even a toilet here?" Pete turned to look at the person who brought him here, "And should we take a shower?"

"Yes." The man said, "You may have to come with me together for a bath. There is no toilet at the end of the aisle."

Pete walked out of the door and looked around. At the end of the aisle... it was about twenty meters away. That is to say, if you get up in the middle of the night and walk back and forth forty meters, you might have to remember to bring the key to the door.

"Okay, then take us to take a shower first." Pete glanced at the other person who was also standing at the door of the room and said, "Everyone prepare your clothes if you want to take a shower."

"This makes people feel like they're back to the recruits camp at once." Russell complained and returned to the room.

"Where is your recruit camp? I don't have this in it." Someone responded.

About forty minutes later, Pete returned to his room after washing up. He tidied up the bed and sat on the bed. At this moment, he had nothing to do because there was nothing here. But he didn't need it. According to the habit he had developed in the past, he recalled everything that happened on this day.

Obviously, Helmet is facing a crisis now. Not only are there continuous infiltration and reversals, but the intelligence is leaked, but the spy is likely to lurk in the core part of Helmet... This is a disaster for Helmet, and it is even more a shame for Lille, who was born in the Intelligence Agency. After all, one of his work is internal reverse infiltration and supervision. Judging from the information, the Russians are taking action against some overseas intelligence stations and working groups of the Intelligence Agency through the intelligence stolen from Helmet, and they have also succeeded. The Intelligence Agency will definitely not accept such losses. He will definitely think of revenge, but before that, Helmet must be responsible for his mistakes... This is Helmet's biggest trouble.
Chapter completed!