He lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "Boss told us to hide behind the scenes. He also told me that Desmond might have been assassinated because he had evidence of John Saxon massacring a village. Sam, look into what happened three years ago. Maybe we'll be able to find the real reason."
"Okay, I'll look into it now," Sam said as he started working on the computer.
For a former C1A computer expert like Sam, this kind of thing didn't take much time and effort. Soon, he found the evidence in the database.
He was also surprised to find out that Swagger was sent out on a C1A mission three years ago. The mission was to cover John Saxon's group who massacred a village.
Not only did the person in charge of C1A not tell Swagger the truth about the mission, but he also abandoned Swagger and his teammates in Ethelbia.
However, Swagger, who had lost his teammates, was not someone to be trifled with. After he escaped back to the United States, he retired not long after. The C1A frontline supervisor who gave the order to abandon him was also killed silently. Until now, his body had not been found, so it could only be treated as a missing person case.
Looking at the information, Brian said, "Ha, these guys are like this. Otherwise, we wouldn't have retired when we're not even 50 years old.
It seems that the people in C1A are really unreliable in this case. Let's look for FB1. It seems that we have to give Mr. Nick Morpheus some evidence and let him investigate.
When they find something, John Saxon might take the risk to kill Morpheus because he wants to cover up the truth.
As long as this group dares to kill an FB1 agent in the United States, FB1 will definitely not let them go.
When the time comes, we can give some clues and evidence to FB1. Maybe we don't even have to do anything. FB1 can help us force out the people behind John Saxon, "Bernie said.
"FB1 is in charge of domestic affairs, and they only answer to the Ministry of Justice. The possibility of them colluding with John Saxon is not high. We can give it a try."
"Then continue to keep an eye on Mr. Morpheus. Find an opportunity to give him the clues we have and let him investigate."
"Understood, boss."
With the instructions from the drone, Brian and the others only needed to keep an eye on Morpheus from afar.
Nick Morpheus had not been doing well for the past two days. He even felt that he was about to suffer from depression.
Because they were knocked out by Swagger in one round and robbed of his gun and car, the FB1 branch in Philadelphia was now the most incompetent branch in the country.
Although all the FB1 agents in Philadelphia didn't say it out loud, they all secretly distanced themselves from him.
In order to wash away the stain on him, Nick Morpheus had been searching for clues everywhere for the past two days. The more he investigated, the more certain he was that Swagger was framed because there were too many things that did not make sense.
The time it took for the helicopter to arrive was too short. Furthermore, with the shooting record of Schwartz, Morpheus believed that a sharpshooter who could hit the bullseye with all five shots from 1500 yards away would not be able to miss by one meter.
The media report was too fast, and it looked like it had been edited a long time ago. All kinds of questions were left unanswered until the morning of the second day of the sniper case, when the newspaper reported that the fat policeman who had shot Swagger had been assassinated.
Nick Morpheus suddenly felt fear in his heart. He had a hunch that if he continued to investigate, he might be killed like the policeman who had been killed.
But at the bottom of his heart, the adventurous spirit and the desire to clear his name and wash away the stain could not be suppressed at this moment.
Therefore, with all kinds of questions, he went to the speech square and several possible sniper locations with excitement and fear. He did find a lot of useful clues.
At the very least, he found that the sniper might have used a new type of sniper rifle that could be remotely controlled by XX company.
It was already nine o 'clock in the evening when he finished sorting out the clues in his hands. So, Nick Morpheus, who had not been home for two days, hid the clues in the ceiling of the FB1 office's toilet.
He dragged his tired body home and planned to have a good night's sleep. The next morning, he would take a shower and change into clean clothes to meet Howard, the director of the FB1 branch in Philadelphia.
When he opened the door and entered the house, the physically and mentally exhausted Nick Morpheus lay down on the sofa at home. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After cursing a few times in a low voice, Morpheus got up and walked to the door. Before he opened the door, he saw a very thin envelope being pushed in through the crack of the door.
This made Nick, who was originally afraid of being killed, panic. Without thinking, he reached out his hand and took out the pistol from behind his waist and pointed it at the door.
After listening quietly for a few seconds, he heard the sound of footsteps walking away. Then, he carefully opened the door and looked out. There was no one in the corridor, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He closed the door, put away the gun, and picked up the envelope on the ground. Sitting on the sofa, he hesitated for a long time before opening it. Inside the envelope were two photos and a printed letter.
In the letter, it said, "Check the frame of the carriage and the assassinated Archbishop Desmond. You will soon know who I am and why Archbishop Desmond was killed, Schwarger."
Swagger, damn it. Nick Morpheus immediately thought that Swagger had personally sent this letter to him in order to help him clear the suspicion on him.
This made Nick Morpheus, who had not been able to find any clues, excited and scared. His fingers trembled as he picked up the photo. After taking a closer look at the picture, he confirmed that it was indeed the car frame number.
Feeling nervous and excited, Nick Morpheus, who was lying on the bed and hesitating whether he should continue investigating or not, tossed and turned in bed for a few hours. Finally, he could not bear the thought of taking a risk and exploring for no reason in his heart.
He sat up from the bed, turned on the computer, and began to search for Archbishop Desmond's life and all the reports about him in recent years.
As he searched, he saw a piece of news about a village in Ethelbia that Desmond had spent three years investigating. It was about the village that had disappeared overnight.
Desmond had always suspected that the disappearance of these 400 people had something to do with the mercenaries with a background in the United States. This time, it was very likely that he came to the United States to ask Benjamin Arthur to investigate this matter in private.
The reason for this speculation was that before Desmond went to the United States, he had revealed to the Ethelbia media that he had some sensitive topics that he wanted to talk to Benjamin Arthur about in person.
After discovering the truth, Nick Morpheus's mind was now full of fear. When he thought about how a village of more than 400 people had been massacred overnight by a mercenary with a background in the United States, he knew that he was in big trouble.
Now, his only thought was to immediately return to the FB1 headquarters in Philadelphia. Only by staying at the headquarters could he feel a little bit of security.
Nick's reaction was not slow. In less than five minutes, he had changed his clothes, grabbed his gun, and quickly went downstairs to drive out of the underground parking lot.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the person who had been watching him. Nick Morpheus didn't think that he had been monitored all this time, ever since he started to search for Archbishop Chdesmond on his own computer.
The people who were watching him noticed his actions and secretly made a call to the mobile phones of the three mercenaries who had been staying downstairs.
Therefore, when Nick's car drove into the underground parking lot, it was hit by a large SUV before it had even traveled 200 meters. Then, in a daze, he was dragged out of the car, injected with a needle in his neck, and thrown into the SUV and quickly left.
In the distance, Brian and the others, who were waiting to be the oriole, also drove after him.
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