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Chapter 783

Pi Te nodded and sent Evans to the door, "If I need help in the future, tell me, but don't need to prepare that thing anymore."

Evans smiled and said, "Let's talk about it then. Let's go."

After Evans left, Pete took out the bag and looked at it. It was about 10,000 US dollars. He took two randomly and put the money into the drawer of the wardrobe. Then he went out to the supermarket to buy something. After all, he might have stayed in his residence for a long time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Pete rode his bicycle to Helmet's headquarters in advance. What surprised him was that when he came outside John's office, there were already many people waiting here. Each of these people was wearing suits and looked like they were formally coming for an interview. Only Pete was very alternative and dressed casually, which made him look very conspicuous among these people, and everyone turned to look at him.

Pete was stunned for a moment, then smiled at these people and walked towards John's secretary. "I am Peter King, and I had a date with Mr. John at 2:30."

John's secretary nodded, and after a quick look at the schedule of the appointment, he nodded and said, "Wait a moment, it should be your turn in a while."

"Okay. Thank you." Pete said thank you and turned his head to look at the others and whispered: "Are these coming to Mr. John?"

The secretary smiled and said, "Yes. But it doesn't matter, you have made an appointment."

"Okay." Pete thanked again and turned to the side, then observed these people. At first, when he first came in, they all looked similar in suits and tie, but at this moment, he could see that although there were not many of these people, they were all kinds of.

For example, the person sitting next to Pete is a white man, who should be a tall and thin man, holding a piece of stuff in his hand and reading something, so that he knows that this guy must be from a completely different industry from him. And opposite this guy, a black man sitting on the other side of the aisle is completely different. Although this guy is wearing glasses and looks gentle, his physique and his broad palms can be seen to be a strong guy who does rough work like him, and there is also another white man not far from this guy. This guy probably had a beard before and was shaved before the interview today.

"Excuse me. Are you here for the interview too?" Just as Pete observed these people, a voice rang out from Pite.

Pete immediately turned his head and saw an Asian face appearing in front of him. Pete quickly looked at the person and saw that the person was slightly shorter than him, about thirty years old, with short hair, probably because he had just gotten his hair done recently. His eyes were very bright, and he was confident and friendly.

"Yes." Pete said immediately: "I just received the notice yesterday."

"See it." The man pointed to Pete's clothes and said, "We were all notified a week in advance."

"Haha." Pete smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't expect this to be a scene. I thought I was just a chat."

The man seemed to be a little surprised when Peter said this: "Do you know Mr. Lennon?"

"Mr. Lennon? Oh, yes..." Pete seemed to have no reaction, "We all call him John, Lennon is his life, but we are more used to calling him that."

The man smiled and nodded and said, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Wells, Wells Lee."

"Peter King." Pete said, stretching out his hand and shaking the other person, "I'm glad to know you."

"Are you Chinese? I mean you are Chinese?" asked Wells Lee.

"Yes, Chinese." Pi Te said, "Are you too?"

"Of course I am." Wells Lee smiled and said, "I originally thought you were Korean or Japanese." After that, he looked at Pete and said, "Can you still speak Chinese?"

"Of course." Pi Te said: "Chinese is my native language, and English is learned only when I grow up. What about you?"

"Little bit. This Wells Lee seemed to be a little ashamed: "I can only speak a little bit of Chinese and have an accent."

It turned out that this "abc" Peter was thinking this way, and smiled and said, "Are you here for the interview too?"

"Yes, the interview will probably take a while." The man said and sighed slightly as if he was a little worried, but he still felt very confident in his feelings, as if he had no problems at all and would definitely be admitted.

Just as he was talking, the door of John's office was opened from the inside, and John saw a white man delivering to the door, and after chatting with the man for a few more words before saying goodbye to each other.

"Pet?" John quickly saw Pitt after scanning the people waiting outside the door, "Come on, hurry up and hurry up."

"Okay, sir." Pete responded immediately and looked at the Wells Lee in front of him and said, "I'm very happy to know you. I'll go in first."

"Good luck." The Wells smiled and watched Pete walk into John's office.

After entering the office, John pointed to the seat in front of his desk and said, "Sit down. It seems that you are recovering well."

"Yes sir." Pete responded and sat down.

"Okay. Let's just say it." John said after sitting down, "I think Donovan probably told you all right?"

"Yes." Pi Te nodded and said, "But just said that my place was a good place to be transferred, which was much better than staying in the team. I didn't tell me what I did."

"It's not that he won't tell you." John smiled and said, "It's not that he doesn't know either. But there is one thing he said is that transferring you is indeed better than being in the team."

"Then can I know what I do now?" asked Pete.

"That's what you're here today. Some things must be explained clearly." John said, thinking for a while: "Simply put, it is to assist the Intelligence Agency in doing something that they should have done on their own."

"Spy?" Peter blurted out.

"Uh...so to say that." John said with a bitter smile, "But for the moment, you are not spies, but you are going to help the intelligence agency find and capture spies."

Hearing this, Peter couldn't help but move. Catch it? Isn't that a counter-espionage agency? This is an extremely important department. If it can really be joined, the role it can play is self-evident. But on the surface, he still seemed confused and said: "Catching spies... shouldn't this be the thing that the FBI did?"
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