In a very inconspicuous small manor in the suburbs of Washington, the study is brightly lit.
An old black man wearing a heavy nightgown and with age spots on his face was looking at the documents in his hand while wearing spectacles. After a long time, he put down the document tremblingly, raised his head and smiled at Hollis sitting opposite: "Sorry to keep you waiting. I can't help it, my brain has become dull as I get older."
Hollis said expressionlessly: "Director William, it doesn't matter that you are old. Don't let others think that we, Nia, are also old and useless."
NIA director William Cabot laughed and pointed at Hollis: "Your temper is still the same as when you first came in."
Hollis said nothing.
William tightened his nightgown, closed his eyes and leaned back comfortably on his seat, whispering: "You all know that President Robert has the intention to replace the Director of NIA. I estimate that before the end of his term, I will take care of this matter. In this case, I should still think more about my future retirement life."
"It's false to move you, but it's true to move Nia," Hollis sneered. "Whether it's the White House or Congress, they have always had strong opinions on the powerful Nia, and they have long wanted to cancel the split. I heard that they have been splitting up continuously. The names of the post-office departments have been decided, the one in charge of domestic work is called FBI, and the one in charge of foreign work is called CIA."
William smiled and said: "I have heard about this. I heard that your husband James is one of the people behind this matter."
Hollis snorted: "If NIA is really split, then the newly established CIA will be under his jurisdiction, and he will naturally be happy to promote this matter."
"Since everyone thinks so, and the general trend is like this, I have no choice." William sighed, "At this time, not moving is the safest way."
Hollis looked coldly at the seemingly affable old man in front of her. After a while, she said, "Robert's term of office is less than two years left."
William nodded slightly: "Two years is enough."
"But Director NIA has never had a term of office." Hollis still said calmly, "If NIA's decline is inevitable, then I will not be willing to disappear like this."
William said nothing and seemed to be asleep.
Hollis breathed out softly and said in a deep voice: "As that master's closed disciple, you won't just watch the situation that he established with his own hands, and finally be shut down in your hands."
"When Master was still here, he once taught me that everything has a beginning and an end. This is true for people, this is true for countries, and this is true for everything in the world." William's voice sounded like he was talking in a dream, "It has been more than sixty years since our nia was founded during World War II. , it’s time to end.”
Hollis' cell phone suddenly vibrated. She took it out, took a look at it, and said solemnly: "We have the evidence."
William still looked weak: "Really"
Hollis opened the text message and read it word by word: "Killed 112 gunmen, seized more than 20 million in stolen money, and obtained a CD from Mayor Phiri."
"Hollis, you have a great nephew."
William opened his eyes, and his somewhat cloudy old eyes seemed to emit a frightening cold light. He motioned to Hollis to bring over the white landline phone on the desk: "I am William. The time has come. Let's do it. That's right, everyone is on the list." Caught"
After William turned off the microphone, he slowly stood up and said to Hollis: "Let's go to New York. If I weren't in charge, I'm afraid Willy alone might not be able to suppress those guys."
"The old fox who doesn't let go of rabbits before he sees rabbits," Hollis said with a weird smile, "I just talked so much nonsense, just because I was worried that there would be no evidence in the end. I was already prepared for tomorrow, but I had to wait for others to take action first. "