It's very unsuitable.

Barker believes that he also has to take some responsibility in the meantime.

At least Xiang Wan's psychological qualities are too fragile and panicked because of him, and it is indeed not suitable for intelligence work.

To become a qualified intelligence officer, the external skills that Xiang Wan has been working hard on, such as proficiency in several foreign languages, superb portrait recognition ability, combat shooting, physical fitness, etc., are just necessary conditions for becoming an excellent intelligence officer. However, in the basic part of psychological quality, this girl lacks a bit.

There is actually a consensus in the intelligence community. French intelligence agencies once hired a senior locksmith to perform secret tasks for them. No matter what kind of locks are in the rear, they are not terrible. However, once they lurk into the secret place such as the other party's embassy and consulate, and when they work secretly, the man trembled his hands and could not complete the task at all. It was like many people who were skilled in playing balls off the court, but they could not become stars in the field.

Maybe Xiang Wan is like a flower raised in a greenhouse, and her ability to withstand wind and rain is a bit poor.

Buck really couldn't bear to take risks again when this uncontrollable girl was going to take the risk again.

After hearing his last sentence, the two of them really lit up their eyes and nodded and shook hands with Buck.

After waiting for more than an hour, Ah Nu, who was holding the puppy, was sent back, but Xiang Wan didn't come back.

Buck was not in a hurry. Seeing that it was almost early morning, he simply leaned on the sofa and took a nap. The boy curled up on the carpet beside the sofa and fell asleep soundly. Both of them took the surveillance probe in the reception room seriously.

When they were woken up, they had breakfast. It was a very rich breakfast. Buck guessed that there was no need to poison him. He opened his stomach with the sleepy boy. He still wanted to eat it after eating the delicious soup dumplings and duck blood vermicelli soup.

Sleep soundly and eat well, this is the final conclusion given by the surveillance personnel.

The wait process was still sleeping because I handed over my phone and couldn't contact the outside world or do anything. The two of them slept until lunch, and then prepared to take a nap, and finally informed someone to see Buck.

It was no longer in the reception room, this time it was a smaller room. When I walked in, Buck subconsciously touched the wall with his left and right hands, and he felt a little relieved.

There were two chairs on a table. After Buck sat down, two young men with many things came in first, put the two instruments on one side of the table, and signaled the electric faders in their hands to Buck. Buck nodded and spread his hands, and operated them as much as possible.

So he pushed a bald man first and stuck about ten electrodes on Buck's head. What's funny is that Buck also pointed out that one of the electrodes was placed in the wrong position and should be two centimeters on the right, which made the two young men who were starting to be mysterious blushed.

Then it refers to clamping, and eight of them were clamped with ten fingers. Anyway, the dense wires seemed to be connected to the two units together, and then they were put out like telephone soldiers.

When I came in, I looked like an old guy in my fifties and sixties. I was thin and bald. I always liked to squint my eyes and sit in opposite Buck with a thermal tea cup. I just looked at me and didn't speak. Buck didn't even talk. He unconsciously tapped his left index finger on the metal table.

When the old man noticed his movement, he listened to the rhythm, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong... It was not long, twenty or thirty dots, but it was repeated.

After listening to it twice, the old guy said, "What does it mean?"

Buck shook his head: "Nothing."

The old guy asked: "What beat?"

Buck curled his lips: "When I was a kid, the drum team played the drum beat."

The old man really thought about it, and then he slapped his fingers at that rhythm before laughing. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, put the lighter and cigarettes on the table, and signaled Buck to take it himself. Buck then smoked one and played with it in his hand.

The smoke covered the old man's face: "My surname is Bai, I'll call me Lao Bai, I'm suspicious." As he said that, he also knocked his fingers on the table.

Buck signaled the wires on his head and fingers: "For me, this is also a professional problem, and the lie detector is useless to me."

Lao Bai is indeed interested: "Oh? Have you received anti-interrogation training?"

Buck shook his head: "I have been captured twice, and have been professionally interrogated by the CIA, the Russian Ministry of Security and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and have experienced the lie detection techniques and instruments of different factions. If experience alone is not enough to deal with these, I happen to be a military doctor, a field medical officer certified by Socm, and understand the psychological fluctuation nervous system for determining the authenticity of the interrogation process. What I say now may be lies. Do you see if there are any fluctuations in the instrument pointer?"

Lao Bai had a rich expression: "Well, it's rare... The key is that you are still a very cautious person, but you take the initiative to analyze these for me?"

Buck had slowly twisted out the tobacco in his hand and drew an arrow on the desktop, pointing to the wall of his left hand: "Is there a person or a camera standing here?" Only from the touch of the wall when entering the door, Buck realized that the wall on this side was one-way perspective, and there must be someone behind the ground-based mirror that was observing and monitoring him. Maybe these wires were connected to the next door, and many lie detectors also need to be judged based on the facial expressions of the person involved.

Lao Bai laughed: "Are you smart or confident when you take the initiative to show your abilities like this?"

Buck casually spread the tobacco threads piled up with arrows: "There is only one purpose. I want to reflect my value, and see if I can get Xiaowan's freedom."

Lao Bai was amused: "What? Xiao Xiang made a mistake? We are restricting her freedom? She is a civil servant within the state organ system, and she has her responsibilities and obligations."

Buck said bluntly: "But she is also my wife. To me, it doesn't matter what position she has. I just want her to live freely. Since I want her to be a good wife and mother, shouldn't we also consider the opinions of my family? As for the responsibility and obligations, I will bear it."

Lao Bai chuckled: "You take the responsibility? How do you take the responsibility?"

Buck was slow: "Last time I talked to Mr. Kuang Wei about this issue. I have certain combat experience and skills. I am neither arrogant nor arrogant. This is just the basis for me to serve the country. But I think my advantage is that I am not a man trained by the domestic system. No matter whether it is strategic or tactics, I will not establish a relationship with China. Even if I don't want to go back to Eastern Europe, in other places, I can still devote myself to the work of a special front and contribute to the country. Using this in exchange for my wife's retirement is a good deal for the country, right?"

Lao Bai chuckled: "That's why you insist on going from beginning to end, not seeking national help, relying solely on your personal ability to return to China?"

Buck nodded: "My value is just outside the organizational system, no salary or compensation, I will do it myself... okay?"

Lao Bai looked at Buck seriously: "Just for Xiao Xiang?"

Buck nodded as usual.

As expected, on the screen and pointer printer next door, Buck had no extra changes except for normal pulse beats.
Chapter completed!