However, this guy's mood was still very stable. He looked up at the person who walked in, and kept watching Lille walk not far away and stop and ask him questions.

"Mr. Manjuk, who entered Ukraine, is over." Lill said, "Don't believe it. I know you will think I'm lying to you, using some lies that sound like true, and lies that Ouzhe is mixed with true and false to draw your words. If I had thought so, but we don't seem to need it now, because we are lucky and have mastered many clues. After you discovered something, the person who received your instructions to wipe your butt for you failed to complete the task. The clues you left are now in control." Lill said, opening the information in his hand and looking at it, "We have locked all the numbers you have contacted. I think these people will come here soon, and then you can have a face-to-face meeting in Helmet." After that, Lill chuckled.

Havalman smiled, as if he didn't care much about what Lille said. Instead, this made Lille a little confused, and Lille said, "What? Just be so indifferent?"

"I lost." Havalman said in very American English: "But that's all."

Lill nodded and said, "It's great to be able to admit failure. Actually, I don't want to get any information from you. In fact, for me, I don't care so much about you, and I don't actually care about you. I don't even care what you call me."

"So what are we doing here? Wasting time?" Havalman asked with a smile.

Lill shook his head slightly and said, "I just want to know, you used the woman Philen Boris to penetrate Helmet. How long have you prepared this plan? What made you think of this method at first? This should not be a difficult question, right?"

"What's the benefit of answering these for me?" Havalman asked.

"The advantage is that you can get good care. This is just something I can do. I can't agree to you, I don't have the right to agree to it, and the questions you will answer are actually not very valuable, right?" Lill said.

Havalman looked at Lille and said in disagreement: "Whether it is valuable depends on the object. Value is relative, not absolute. The question you just asked may not matter, but it is very important to you, or to Helmet, right?"

"So what do you want?" Lille asked.

Havalman thought for a while and said, "I want to know why you suspect her. Did we miss her, or did you get information from other sources?"

"Other channels," Lill said: "Knowing there is a spy hidden in Helmet's management that knows from one of your... former colleagues."

"What do you know?" Havalman asked, "What exactly is it?"

"Sequoia. A spy whose code is Sequoia." Lill said.

Hearing this code name, Havalman's pupils obviously contracted. It was obviously a big blow to him, which was beyond his expectations, or it made him a little unacceptable.

"It seems that your colleague is not talking nonsense. The code name of Sequoia does exist." Lill said.

"It exists." Havalman also did not deny it, "Can I know how that person knew the code name?"

Lill smiled. For him, everything was developing rapidly in a good direction. The guy was also following his own rhythm, and communication was getting easier and easier. But before he could speak, Heathman, who was standing next to him, suddenly said, "Is Philene Boris the Sequoia? Who is she?"

Havalman heard Heathman's words and looked at him in a blink of an eye. He did not immediately express anything, but said after a moment of silence: "Is this what you really want to know?"

Lill looked at Heathman with a little depressed depression, but he didn't say much. After all, Heathman was going through perhaps the most difficult period of his life. So he not only stopped Heathman from saying, "Yes, we really want to figure this out."

"I want to know how she is before answering this?" Havalman asked.

"Alive." Lill took out the phone she carried with him, looked up a photo and handed it to Havalman, "This was just taken this morning."

Havalman took the phone and looked at it. The photo shows Filmen Boris lying on a hospital bed, someone was taking care of him, as if he was doing some kind of examination for him, and there were still some drip on his arms. Filmen's eyes were open, and it was obvious that he was feeling very depressed, but it was certain that he was alive.

"I took three photos, and there were two more at the back," Lill said.

Havalman quickly looked through three photos and returned the phone to Lille, then said, "Why don't you ask her?"

"Someone will ask him," Lill said. "But I know, it's not her who really knows enough, but you. You are the one who really understands the situation."

"Why do you say that?" Havalman asked. "I am just a person who conveys intelligence. I am responsible for passing instructions to the person who receives them and sending the information back. That's it."

Lill smiled disapprovingly and said, "Don't be so humble. I will classify what you said as modesty instead of talking nonsense on purpose. Be honest, I didn't actually ask questions that you can't answer."

"But I'm really doing this." Havalman shrugged.

"Okay. Don't change the topic." Lille said: "Don't make me think you're deliberately distracting the topic. This is not good for you and me. Tell me, Philen Boris, what do you know?"

Havalman glanced at Heathman on the side and said, "I want to have a cigarette."

Heathman obviously wanted to teach this guy a lesson, but after looking at Lille, he gave up the idea and said, "I really want to kill you by guns." As he said, he took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and lit it for him, but after lighting it, he deliberately burned Havalman's face with fire.

But Havalman didn't care. He smiled and sniffed, "Felin Boris is Estonian. She is different from me. Her identity is real. She is indeed Feilin Boris. But at the same time, he was Russian. He was recruited in college and then became her now."

"Purpose. Is your mission initially about dealing with Halemet?" Lille asked.
Chapter completed!