"How is she in now?" Pete said: "I want to meet her. It's on Halemet, the second floor. It's the best afternoon this afternoon, around 3:30."

"Okay. I'll let her know as soon as possible." Evans looked at Pitt and said, "You're not free yet?"

"No formal notice has been received, but I think it should be soon." Pete looked at Evans and said, "Are there any other reliable people?"

"Some," Evans said immediately, "I picked three of the people I know."

"Three people?" Hearing this number, Pitt was slightly surprised. He originally thought he could only be one or two people. "Tell me, who are they? What are they good at?"

"You can meet them together in the afternoon, but now I can only talk to you." Evans said.

"Of course. I would love to meet them if they could all come. Are they all from Helmet?" asked Pete.

"Yes. They are all." Evans said guiltily: "The three people and I are old acquaintances, but they are a little older."

"This is not a problem," said Pitt: "I am not fighting hard with people on the battlefield. Most of the time I need experience and wisdom. When I really have to work hard, there will be others to do it."

"Then it's fine." Evans heard Pete say this and seemed to have no worries, and immediately continued: "The first guy was named Pisano Ramos. He was a Hispanic. He was busy dealing with eta during his time in Spain. Do you know Eta?"

"I know." Pi Te nodded and said, "I have read it on the news. It is an extremist organization in Spain."

"Yes. My Spanish friend is responsible for dealing with them. To be precise, it is reconnaissance, tracking, and lurking. Later, something happened, and he stopped and defected to Halemet. He was two years later than me. He worked together, and he was very reliable. The whole family is now in the United States." Evans said.

Pi Te nodded. This person happened to be the kind of person he needed. He had professional matching and had practical work experience. In this way, he could easily be incorporated into his department. But... I saw Pete: "Will he come to me? Which department was he originally in?"

"It turned out that he was on the third floor." Evans said: "He and I met him in the training camp. I worked as an instructor for a while back then. This guy was taught by me. To be honest, the grades were not very good. He was not good at that kind of physical strength. He rushed around like blood every day and fought with people. So I recommended him to go to the third floor after that. He really went there, but he didn't work for too long. About two years later, this guy probably didn't deal with his boss. I don't know the specifics, so he was transferred and went to the security department. From then on, he became a real security guard. But this gave him more time to play with us friends."

"Become a security guard?" Pete looked at Evans, "Will he still continue to do it?"

"Yes." Evans said: "This guy doesn't seem to want to leave Helmet. He didn't complain about his new position, so he kept doing it. It's pretty good in the Security Department now."

"Then he is willing to come to me?" Peter continued to ask.

Evans nodded and said, "I told him that he did not express his willingness, nor did he say he would not. He just said that if he had the opportunity, he could talk first and see if he was suitable."

"It seems like a cautious person." Peter said.

"Yes," Evans said: "After all, if you have done that kind of job, you'll probably be done if you're not careful."

Pi Te nodded and said, "I want to meet him. It's afternoon, is he at work right? You can wait for him to come to me after get off work. You know the phone number there."

Evans nodded and said, "The second person is named Harry Foden. Their family was originally British. During World War II, his family came to the United States. Sometimes he spoke with a British accent, but he was an American who grew up in the United States. Now this guy is my colleague." He said, pointing to a table on the other side of the restaurant, "It's the guy sitting against the wall."

Pete looked in the direction Evans pointed, and saw that the guy sitting against the wall was wearing glasses. He was not tall. Compared to Europeans and Americans, he could be said to be thin and a little bald. He was concentrating on dealing with the lunch in front of him.

"He's forty?" asked Pete.

"You're very accurate," Evans said: "To be precise, forty-three years old. This guy doesn't look like that, but he's very smart. He is responsible for modifying and debugging weapons and equipment in our place, not just firearms, but also communications, reconnaissance and other equipment. In my opinion, he is a universal repair expert."

"Are you still good at using these things?" said Pitt.

Evans smiled and said, "You're right. He can install a wiretap, a camera, a stealing line, etc., and he's very good at it."

Pi Te nodded and said, "Is this person trustworthy?"

"That's his biggest advantage," Evans said. "This guy is mine now. He's doing business with us."

"It's fine, there won't be any problem," said Pitt.

"No. absolutely no. I promise." Evans said: "This guy often complains that there are no challenges in his current position, which is completely different from the situation in the security company he imagined. He was thinking of trying to change his position."

"Then why is he still with you?" asked Pete.

Evans smiled and said, "There are not that easy places to go. What can be done here is not our own decision, but Helmet, which you should know."

Pi Te nodded and said, "I understand. It seems good."

"It must be good. I can guarantee that he will be your most capable subordinate." Evans said confidently.

Pete smiled and said, "What about one more?"

"The last guy, Kevin Rogers." Evans said: "This guy is similar to me. After being injured, he transferred to his current position. I will introduce this guy to Helmet."

"Is that?" Pete said: "What did he do? Why was he injured?"

"Of course, it was injured on duty." Evans said: "But he was not on the second floor. Like Pisano, he was in the Intelligence Department before. Why he was injured? So far, it is still a secret. It should be a task to assist the Intelligence Bureau. In that time, he was injured." He pointed to his leg and said: "The left leg is injured, and there are still some lame now. He was very depressed for this time. Although he recovered, he was not very satisfied with the current job. He also thought that one day he would return to a more challenging position."
Chapter completed!