Help me move something, a very common dialogue between a colleague.

If it was before, the driver would get out of the car immediately to help.

Because he is not indispensable to his work!

He is not those scientists. A research and development project may not be able to move without those scientists.

He is not!

Without him, he can still do his job if he is any other person.

So he didn't hesitate to get out of the car before.

Today he hesitated a little bit because it was obviously not his job, it used to be because he was afraid of losing it, but now he is not.

But he still got out of the car, not for the sake of his colleagues, but for the money.

He needs to help carry a small cardboard box into the presidential palace, and the cardboard box is a little heavy.

After entering the presidential palace, a colleague behind him suddenly asked him a question.

"What do you think of the confidentiality measures on our side?"

A very odd question.

The driver paused and was stunned for a moment, but quickly stepped forward again, "It's not bad, it's very strict, sometimes some tourists want to come in, but they are stopped."

He was still laughing when he spoke, but he suddenly had the illusion of wanting to poop, he had only done it in the morning, but now he feels it again.

It's not that he really wants to shit, it's that he's too nervous!

He has a habitual behavior that he has had since he was a child. When he is nervous, or when fear, fear, and negative emotions come out, he wants to shit.

This has something to do with his childhood experiences.

His father had a history of alcoholism and would beat him and his mother whenever he got drunk.

His mother later ran away, leaving him alone.

He was too young to escape and was beaten badly every time.

Once his **** was beaten out, his father who had been drinking too much seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and after scolding "shit", he let him go.

From then on, when his father came into his room with a stick, he would hold back twice before saying he was going to shit.

Sometimes his father didn't believe it, he had to watch him pull it out to believe it. He would try to hold it in during the day, or squeeze it hard.

It wasn't until later, when his father drank too much and fell, that everything went back to normal - he couldn't drink anymore!

But his childhood experiences also formed a habit of pooping when he was nervous.

He wants to **** right now, in a hurry.

He didn't know what the colleague asked about this, if he found something.

But the driver didn't think he was showing any flaws and was unlikely to find out what he did.

He bit the bullet and continued to move forward.

The next words of his colleague made him feel that he might indeed be over-hearted.

"I also think our management measures are good. Everyone has their own positions, and each procedure has corresponding audit measures."

The driver greeted him with a smile, "Yes, I have to sign more than a dozen every day!"

During the conversation, the two entered a room, an empty room with a table in the middle of the room.

The Presidential Palace is very big, and it is impossible for the driver to know what each room is for. He just thinks it is very strange, why there is such a room, it looks like...

He felt like he was thinking too much.

His colleague asked him to put the box on the table, he complied, and after putting it down he was about to leave, but his colleague smiled and let him sit down.

"I can go back to the car, my coffee is still hanging there..." He found an ideal and wanted to leave.

But his colleague emphasized his request, "Sit down for a while, and then we will leave together."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then he touched the back of the chair and sat down, not sitting firmly.

His colleague walked over to the window, pushed it open, lit a cigarette, turned to look at him, and raised his chin.

"Open the box."

The driver already had a hunch, he was silent for a while, "I don't understand..."

The colleague is still smiling, "You will understand when you open it."

The driver slowly opened the carton. He didn't know what was inside, but there must be something wrong.

Is it because of... his dealings with those people?

Or because of something else?

He didn't know, he was nervous and had a little stomach ache.

The cardboard box was easily taken apart, and it was full of bills, all of them old twenty-dollar bills.

His legs suddenly became extremely soft, and he fell directly on the chair!

"What are you afraid of?" the colleague asked. "This is all the money found from your house, and it's all your money. Why are you afraid?"

The driver was trembling all over!

The colleague chuckled a few times, "Actually, we should thank you. Before this, we have been thinking about how to send the information out."

"You know, the information leaked too actively will definitely make them more vigilant, but if they don't send it out, it will be too late."

"Thanks to you, we solved a big problem for us!"

Colleagues laughed.

The part of the rainstorm plan on military operations has been arranged, and the rest is how to get the Penggio people to cooperate.

The idea of ​​the military intelligence is to find a way to leak the wrong rainstorm plan, and once the Pengios find this out, they will tighten the defense line, which will make it easier to carry out carpet bombing.

At the same time, it can also destroy the most living force in the shortest time, laying a good foundation for the landing attempt.

But if it was too deliberately leaked, the Pengios would definitely not believe it.

Too obvious leaks will not work, they can only let them figure out a way to get it.

At this time, the department of the Safety Committee, which is responsible for cleaning up the internal affairs, discovered the abnormal situation of the driver.

Continued counterintelligence operations during the war were normalized, the presidential palace was a top priority, and everyone was put on a watch list.

This kind of monitoring will not be the kind of monitoring that makes people feel like they are being watched, and federal justice does not support them.

But they do exist!

After finding that the driver's situation was not quite right, the safety committee created some convenient conditions.

Now, all the information they need to send has left the Federation, and arresting them at this time will not only make people feel that there is any problem with the information, but will make Penggio people attach great importance to it!

You see, it didn't take long for the information to be obtained here, and it was taken out of the pot.

The driver is not fishing, and he will be sentenced to capital punishment to deter those with ulterior motives, who are hidden among the people and may betray the Federation at any time.

It is also a warning to people who are on the brink of danger, telling them how much it will cost to do these things!

But the driver didn't know this. He thought that he had not been discovered by anyone, but in fact, every time he made a transaction, he was seen in the eyes of others.

The colleague glanced down at his watch, "So, all your good friends should be under control now."

"I don't want to ask why you betrayed the Federation, it's clearly on the table!"

"I don't want to ask you if you don't regret it. I can see that you regret it."

"It's useless to regret, everyone has to bear the consequences for their past mistakes."

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and then two security committee agents walked in.

The Security Committee is mainly responsible for domestic security affairs, and internal affairs belong to their work.

The driver had lost the strength to fight at this time, and he fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and he walked in front of him and squinted at him, "If I were you, I would stand up and leave here instead of being dragged out like a dead dog."

The driver seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly hugged his colleague's leg and wept bitterly, "Give me a chance!"

The colleague kicked his legs hard, but didn't get rid of him, "The opportunity has been given to you, but you don't cherish it yourself!"

If he reported those people to his superiors for the first time, maybe he would not only be fine, but would be able to make a contribution for it!

He'll become a potential, cracked rotten egg in the presidential palace, attracting a steady stream of those Pengio flies to bite him!

It's a pity that he missed the last chance, all this is his own choice!

The security committee's agent took out the iron rod and smashed it **** his arm. He had to let go when he was in pain.

No one cares how he feels now, and no one cares what a mortal man thinks!

Compared with the weakness of the driver, the people caught by Penggio were very tough.

Everyone has a room of their own, as well as their own dedicated torturers.

In the first room, the spy that Penggio had sneaked in had been tied to a cross, covered with bruises and wounds, but in good spirits.

The federal medical technology is very advanced, and these master torturers know how to cause the greatest pain without harming their lives.

This may be the worst nightmare for the tortured.

The torture has been going on for some time, and the No. 1 victim has never said anything.

These deep-dive spies have all undergone anti-torture training, and they have strong resistance in enduring pain and mental torture.

The more indifferent and unmarked he was, the more excited the agent in charge of the torture became.

This is also a confrontation, a confrontation between countries, and a confrontation between people!

He used a lot of methods, and even stabbed a barbed wire through No. 1's penis.

When he stabbed it in, it was along the thorn, and it wouldn't be too painful, but when he started to pull it out, the iron thorn would eat into the surrounding intestinal wall!

Even a millimeter of movement is a huge pain!

Even more troublesome is that this will not cause death, but only pain, endless pain!

After more than two hours of tossing, the No. 1 character was also tossed enough, and there were obvious signs of weakness, fever and short-term coma.

The person in charge of the execution also decided to rest for a while. He looked at this man made of steel and still admired it.

But this did not prevent him from continuing to disintegrate the opponent's psychological defense.

"do you know?"

Holding the cup, he took a sip of water, panting slightly.

"The information you sent out is fake..."