In the White House's West Wing Commander's Office, James Sawyer is discussing the next itinerary with Secret Service Director Linny Jacobs.
"Mr. President, you will rush to Philadelphia tomorrow, and Archbishop of Turtle Seria Ibia will give a speech in front of the Independence Memorial in Firmant Park." Director Jacobs said that the other party's itinerary had some precautions, "Before this, you will have a brief meeting with the Lord Xiaozhe."
"Linnie, just arrange it, but there seems to be a lot of public activities recently." James Sawyer was a little irritated, and his proposal to cut military expenses was once again denied by Congress.
Although his fundamental purpose was not to cut military spending, but to target the GH Party and the midterm elections, the successive vetoes him.
"Have you gained anything from Banning's investigation?"
Linni coughed lightly when she heard this question, “The organization Nikita mentioned seems to exist. ClA has a large amount of secret funds disappear every year, and no one knows the purpose and where to go.”
It seems that our commander has not forgotten Nikita and others, and he is also secretly investigating through the Secret Service.
Of course, all departments of beautiful countries are similar, as many as Ant's secret projects, each ranging from millions to billions, and the Secret Service is not much clean.
"So is this organization still under our control now?" James Sawyer doesn't care that anyone makes money with secret projects, because he does it, for example, a medical reform website project that has invested $210 million was contracted by his classmates and friends of the President's wife.
Moreover, two years have passed and the website has not been built yet. More funds need to be invested to the naked eye. So where is the total investment of UC Technology gone? Who knows.
What James Sawyer is really worried about is that the organization is out of control. Such a secret department usually has a lot of black materials from the Zhengzhou Mansion. If it gets out of control, it will be a disaster, especially during his term of office. This is the Zhengzhou Taiwan incident that can make him step down.
"There is no evidence that it has been out of control, but Banning believes that the organization's commander is using its resources to do private work for himself." Linni handed over a document and continued to report, "Four years ago, an airline used civil aviation to transport D products from Gormbiya, but the plane crashed."
"I know this, I remember that there was a memorial service at that time." Sawyer looked at the information and found the memory of the time in his mind. Air crashes did not happen often, and he still had an impression. He was not the commander at that time.
"Yes, but someone took a photo of a commando team on the scene before the rescuers arrived to clean up the evidence."
Sawyer looked up, "That seemed to be the news at that time."
"Hmm," Linni turned her head, "Because the student who was filming the video committed suicide, there is an autopsy report at that time behind the information."
Sawyer flipped over and said, "WTF, shot in the back, commit suicide?" Then he saw a photo of the crash site at the end of the document. A fully armed commando came out of a helicopter. They were not coming to rescue but cleaning up the scattered DU items on the scene.
"They did it very clean and very professional. Banning took a lot of effort to find the video taken by the student."
Hearing this, James Sawyer frowned. This was not good news. The secret department that originally belonged to Zhengye Mansion began to cross over to help the large consortium work, and there was no organizational discipline.
This kind of PY transaction is very normal. He will also help the fund owners behind the scenes to deal with some problems, but these require some resources to be exchanged for money? Whoever is still short of this money? Isn’t it enough to allocate 200 million to the medical reform website?
But for those consortiums, using money is the easiest method and the smallest cost.
"Can you deal with this organization?" No matter how good the tool is, if you don't obey the orders, it's better to destroy it directly.
"Mr. President, if we do this, we need more intelligence and resources." Now we don't even know where to deal with the other party's base camp.
Sawyer nodded, "Yes, but not too much." He has never been a solid piece of iron here. An independent intelligence organization, and the inside story that the director of ClA didn't know. The water here is very deep. "See a way to contact Nikita, she should have the information we need."
"I understand." Linni agreed, secretly happy that she could get more funds to expand the sphere of influence of the Secret Service.
The outside of the White House is under renovation, with scaffolding in some places, because some parts of the attack last year were not completely repaired.
John Kyle, who sacrificed his life to save Sawyer in that attack, has become a member of the Secret Service, and he is currently the lowest-educated person among all the Secret Service members.
Just as his old friend Kellol Fannie, who has now been promoted to commander of operations, said, if the president had not been saved, he would never have been able to enter the Secret Service for the rest of his life.
"Forget it, just think she is jealous." Kyle stood outside the president's office in a well-dressed suit and chatted with the president's secretary. James Sawyer had absolute trust in him, so he arranged to block bullets for him by his side.
It is office hours now, and people are very busy here. A group of people came over. After seeing this, Kyle sorted out his clothes and stood up and said hello, "Hello, Mr. Laverson."
The person who came was House Speaker Eli Laverson, who was also the former boss of Kyle.
"Kyle, I made an appointment with Mr. President." Laverson smiled, like an ordinary elder.
"Of course, Mr. President has told you to go in any time when you come." Kyle knocked on the door first, and then helped the Speaker push it away after responding inside.
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In front of the Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Secret Service Agent Mike Banning was looking at the entire venue for the president's speech. In addition to the huge national flag, ribbons of various colors were tied to the surrounding trees.
He grabbed a staff member wearing FBl clothes, "Hey man, what are those ribbons for?"
"I don't know, maybe it's to commemorate who, right?" The man explained to him after reading Mike Banning's ID.
"It's really nonsense." Benning saw that he was really not clear, so he didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the streamers flying in the wind and looked gloomy.
Sitting in the square, he felt that everything in front of him was disliked, as if someone deliberately disrupted the puzzle. Although the things were still the same, they were not in the right position.
"Hey, Mike Banning?" A guy in a hooded sweatshirt stood in front of him, looking up at the other person, a homeless man nearby.
"Someone asked me to give you this." The other party handed over a file bag.