[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Early the next morning, Isaac finished his morning jog, instead of going back to the apartment, he turned a corner and went to Costa's house. Daisy, Kiven and Emma are all there, Daisy is making breakfast, Emma has been circling around her, helping Daisy.

Kiven in the living room was reading the newspaper, he had long been accustomed to Isaac's disappearance, "Back from a business trip?"

"Yeah." Isaac went to the kitchen for a while, and came out with a piece of bread in his mouth, "Yesterday, no, I came back the night before yesterday."

"Is work going well?" Kiven closed the newspaper and asked.

"The case is not difficult, but the new members need to adjust." Issac has nothing bad to say to Kiven, "Also, I was not prepared enough before, although I have dealt with it, but..."

"This is the disadvantage of asking young people to take the lead." Kiven said, "According to common sense, there should be an experienced old man in command until he feels that you can control the overall situation and then retire. However, with your team's current situation The situation, no mistakes is good news."

"Shouldn't you encourage me?" Isaac was extremely depressed, this is his real father, if he was the boss, he would definitely push back.It's not that he doesn't have a sense of hierarchy in the workplace, but that he wants to establish authority.No matter what the inside is, face must be upheld.How can you ask for the trust of others even if you think that you are not doing well?Just like when he was writing a report, even if the evaluation he gave in his heart was a failure, when he wrote an application to ask for people and things, he was always confident.

That air of confidence is very important.

"Aren't you the best at this kind of thing?" Kiven glanced at Isaac, "What I have to do is to let you down before you keep pumping yourself up."

Isaac let out a groan and collapsed on the couch.

"Sit down, Isaac." Daisy came out of the kitchen with the dinner plate and said casually when she saw this scene.

"Kiven bullied me!" Isaac complained.

"Good job! Your Honor." Daisy didn't take it seriously.

Isaac was stunned and had nothing to say, so he could only make a face at Emma behind Daisy.

Isaac originally wanted to talk about the evening dinner, because Reid told himself yesterday that his case was over and he could come back today, and Isaac, who desperately needed the warmth of his family, made a reservation in the restaurant.

"I even bought you presents," Isaac said, though he came to the door empty-handed. "Recently, pay attention to checking the express delivery."

Daisy raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you on a business trip?"

"Work always comes to an end." Since Issac can do the thing of traveling with only his wallet, he can't expect him to buy a bunch of souvenirs and bring them back with his own hands. He prefers to find a post office nearby , and then everything is fine.

"Leave it to me, I'm staying at home these few days." Emma hasn't started school yet, and has been staying at home recently to receive tutoring from her tutor.

"Thank you." Isaac rubbed her head.

However, what is Isaac's favorite sentence recently, the plan is not changing fast.

He spent the whole morning at home, and halfway signed for a courier that came across the ocean, which quickly gave him confidence in the postal system. When Isaac was in Tokyo, he would buy a copy of anything that was pleasing to the eye, and he would go in and mail it when he passed the post office, so in the end he didn’t remember how much he sent in total, if it wasn’t for the mailing list. I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know what's in it.

Then he was called away by a phone call.

In the office of Jackson, Isaac's boss, besides himself, there is Strauss, and another person who Isaac doesn't know but intuitively thinks he doesn't belong to the FBI.

"Is something wrong?" Isaac was at a loss. He thought there was an urgent matter, but he couldn't think of any urgent matter that would send out three obviously important people.

"Agent Costa." Jackson nodded towards Isaac, "Please sit down."

This situation forced Isaac to take it seriously.

"First of all, I want you to promise that everything you hear here must be kept strictly confidential and will not be leaked to anyone." Jackson looked at Isaac with a very oppressive gaze.

"I promise." Isaac couldn't help frowning, realizing that there might be some tricky work ahead of him.

"Here's a report, you have to look at it first." Jackson pushed a document to Isaac.

In a few minutes, Isaac finished watching.

"What do you think?" Jackson asked.

Isaac fell silent for a moment.

The name of the protagonist in the information in the file is Wayne Coverdale, who is now 21 years old. Nine years ago, his parents died in the 9 terrorist incident, and he has lived with his grandmother ever since.The terrorist attack shocked the world. Many people lost their loved ones in that attack. It was unfortunate and sad, but life goes on, and most people will still work harder for the future.However, Wayne Coverdale is not like this. I don't know who instilled him with any views. He has a grudge against the US government, thinking that the attack was done with the government's acquiescence.In short, in his rebellious adolescence, he played an anti-social person in a living way. Although he did not cause any major harm, the charges of fighting, arson, and vandalism cannot be cleared.

After he became an adult and was sentenced to three months in prison for participating in an illegal assembly and threatening public safety, he disappeared on the third day after he was released.

His grandmother reported the crime. After multiple investigations by the police, he learned that several of his close friends were illegal immigrants from Afghanistan. Coverdale's mother was an Afghan immigrant. This sense of racial closeness made them mix together. Disappear together.The police found some slogans and photos in the residences of those illegal immigrants.

Whether they are members of Al Qaeda is hard to say, but the identity of bin Laden's fans is certain.

"Do you know where he went?" Isaac asked.

"Afghanistan," Jackson replied.

Isaac suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Is he an undercover agent?"

"It's been almost ten years, and we haven't caught bin Laden yet, and the bounty for him is 5000 million." Jackson didn't deny it.Or, if he wasn't going to tell Isaac this, he wouldn't have called Isaac.

"What do you need me to do?" Isaac's voice was calm, but his palms were sweaty.

That was bin Laden. Some people hated him like a devil, while others regarded him like a god. No matter how imaginative Isaac is, he never imagined that one day he would be in contact with such a person.

"The illegal immigrants that Coverdale befriended were members of the organization. If nothing else, they should have introduced Coverdale." Jackson said, "What you need to do is to create an illusion and let him The identity is more reliable, and the chance of being suspected is reduced as much as possible.”

Isaac looked at Jackson as if looking at another mentally retarded person, "Are you serious? If you want someone to be trusted, you just need to make enough credit." The best way for Coverdale to gain a foothold is to pick up a gun and go to the battlefield immediately. The American soldiers who died under him are the best certificates.

However, even if Isaac's brain is stimulated and unconscious, he will not use his life as a stepping stone for others.

"This is not the only way." Jackson said softly. "What you have to do is accept the helpless and hopeless old man and bring back his misguided grandson. Naturally, someone will take Coverdale's sincere message to the organization." Send it back."

"Are we undercover in Al Qaeda?" Isaac asked.

Jackson fell silent suddenly.

"It was among us who infiltrated the other party's spies." Strauss said, "Several secret operations were sabotaged, and we suffered heavy losses."

"Do you know who it is?" Isaac immediately added a star to the difficulty of the task.

"No." Strauss shook his head. "The identities of the relevant personnel are very important, and the price to be easily suspected is too high. But serious losses have been caused now, and we hope to find that person before greater losses occur."

"So, my task is not only to set off smoke bombs, but also to find spies, right?" Isaac immediately understood when he got in touch with the atmosphere when he first came in.If it wasn't for more important tasks, even if he was required to fire smoke bombs, there was no need to tell him the inside story.

Sometimes it's better to know nothing.

"That's right." The third person who hadn't spoken all this time said, "We've studied your resume. You did a great job in Peru. I hope it will be the same this time."

"The price of that time was that I almost died there." Isaac said flatly.

"But the mate showed up at the last minute, didn't he?" said the man. "We're so close to bin Laden, the pain he inflicted on America is hurting every citizen, and we'd do anything to catch him." any price."

Isaac looked away in disgust.

"Don't get me wrong, we didn't intend to sacrifice you, just to show our determination." The man said, "You don't need to join the battlefield for this operation. You will be safe in the military base abroad. In addition, I will give You have the highest authorization, as long as you think you have found the spy, no matter who he is, you have the right to arrest or even kill him. Of course, in order to know more information, I hope you will kill him as the last option."

"Whoever it is? Even the top ranks in the military?" Isaac confirmed.

"For the soldiers who lost their lives innocently, yes, whoever it was."

"Yes, Sir."

"Also, the right to know about this matter ends with you, even to your team members, don't reveal a word." Finally, the person added, "Let them think that what they are performing is still an ordinary task Bar."

"But what if their mission-first conflicts with my actions?"

"You can handle it, Agent."

Looking at the suddenly smiling face, Isaac closed his mouth tactfully.

The plane is ready, the only thing left is to assemble the crew.

There will be more things like working overtime on weekends in the future, and I hope they get used to it as soon as possible.