Simon put down the phone and sat dazed in the office for a long time.
He suddenly felt the terrifying presence of Song Heping.
When facing this person, he felt as if his throat was being choked, yet he was powerless to resist.
Even though he knew well that this person would surely be a major threat in the future.
But that was for the interests of the United States.
For himself...
Perhaps not...
Just like now.
A dream of many years, no, a fantasy—several months ago, Simon had completely lost his illusion about the position of the Deputy Director of the CIA.
Now, it's like a fantasy come true, right in front of him.
The cherry wood desk and that lambskin upholstered chair in Langley Pence's office seemed within reach, perhaps he could really sit there, behind thick bullet-proof glass, enjoying the delightful view along the Potomac River...
"Let's do it!"
He gritted his teeth, secretly deciding to cooperate with Song Heping.
