Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Xie Yong is the manager of a foreign trade company.

After graduating from NYU five years ago, he found his current job with his resume and moved to Beijing, where he has lived ever since.

Five years have passed now, and he has gone from being a young man in his twenties to a successful uncle. There is a big 200-square house in Shangjing Second Ring with millions of annual salaries and a BMW 730. There is never a shortage of pretty girls in the co-pilot seat with enviable lives...

At least on the surface.

Behind this bright light, almost no one knows that he has an unknown identity besides the halo that is infinitely enviable in the eyes of his family and friends.

That's the CIA's field intelligence--

Commonly known as a spy.

Though it sounds a bit daunting, it's hard for anyone else to associate a million-yearly social elite with spies who do the chicken dogging thing.

But on the other hand, it was in the heart of this intrinsic notion that he was able to handle the work at hand over the course of five years without showing his foot.

Over the past five years, with the support of the CIA and under cover of his commercial activities, he has weaved a vast intelligence network in China - particularly in the eastern region - mainly to gather intelligence around the Chang Delta City Group, Jinling High-tech Park, Jinjing Hebei City Group, and even a number of local officials have indirect or direct links with him.

As usual, on Sunday afternoon, he made himself a cup of fragrant coffee, downloaded from his mailbox a compressed package of information for a survey of the business conditions of a new material company in Jinling City, and knocked the password on the keyboard.

Every weekend, his downline brings together the information he gathers, which he screens and then escalates to his offshore launch - the CIA's headquarters.

At the same time, it will take him two hours to make new deployments to downline units, as directed by CIA headquarters.

He has been very careful with this work, both online and offline, and he has always done so only through an encrypted mailbox and offshore bank accounts. Even after five years of working with him, he didn't know his real name and identity in reality.

It is precisely because of this cautious attitude that he has been scrutinized to this day.

“… quantum computer program at the Chinese Academy of Sciences? I get it.”

After a faceless sweep of the contents of the mail, Xie Yong will read it to himself, while silently remembering the orders from his headquarters.

He's heard about it recently, and it's said to be boiling on Facebook Twitter, and many Americans are scared that Congress will use it as a weapon to wage cyberwarfare, and CNN's media are creating this environment for public opinion.

Considering that the White House was bound to be concerned, he had consciously gathered information in that regard during that period, although the background of some of the persons involved in the investigation had been easy, but it was not so simple to gather specific research information.

First, this is China's national key scientific research project, and secondly, this kind of thing is too professional. It is still a bit challenging for these lay people. Without the help of a professional consultant, it takes a lot of effort to identify just which part of the information is valuable...

After reading the email, I dragged it into the trash, and at that point, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Standing up from the office chair, Xie Yong rose up and walked to the door. She glanced out across the cat's eye and saw a courier brother standing there holding a cardboard box.

“Is anybody in there? Delivery's here, come out and get it. ”

Xie frowned and shouted through the burglar door.

“I don't have a courier. Did you send it wrong? ”

“... 1 building 117 in Jinxiu District, Mr. Xie... That's right, here it is.” The courier also took a step back, specifically confirming the door number on the wall.

Eyebrows wrinkled gently, Xie Yong, though full of doubt, did not have much doubt.

After all, his role as a business elite has always been perfect, and no one has ever doubted his true identity. If you don't open the door at this time, it's easy to arouse suspicion.

So he didn't really want to, he said.

“Okay, please wait… I'll get dressed and come out. ”

Xie Yong was about to turn around and go back to her room to "clean up" a little bit.

However, just as he turned around, a sudden burst sounded through the door, knocking down the burglar door, followed by a thunderous drink coming from the door.

“Don't move! Hands up! ”

Stepping through the smoke of the targeted blast, a group of plainclothes policemen broke into the door, pressed Xie Yong, who had not recovered from his ear, onto the ground and handcuffed him.

Forced by this sudden series of actions, Xie Yong struggled like a normal person and said in panic.

“Who are you? What the hell is this? ”

“Pretty much,” a man walked in front of him, crouched down and stared at him for half a day and suddenly laughed, "Xieyong, CIA intelligence officer in China... or should I call you Adams Liu? ”

The moment I heard this, Xie Yong's face suddenly grew white.

Adams Liu is his real name.

When he arrived in China, he never used the name Xie Yong, either in his passport or in his identity.

And no one knew his real name before joining the job, except for the CIA's top decision makers!

The only possible explanation is that CIA executives have been countermanipulated...

There's only one thing he wants to do now, and that's get this message to him online.

However, this is clearly no longer possible.

While Xie Yong was handcuffed, another high-end neighborhood a few blocks from his residence had been impacted by water outside a dozen police vehicles.

The security guards of the neighbourhood stood by, watching the armed police officers and policemen with live ammunition, and pulled a man and a woman with a black hood out of the neighbourhood and put them in a police car.

Outside the neighborhood, a lot of people looked at the perimeter and pointed and talked to the group of people wearing black heads.

“What is this? Catching telecom scams? ”

“Supposedly a spy. ”

“A spy? No way. A spy living in a house this big? ”

“I heard from the son of the neighbor of the niece of the old Wang family next door that the Shangjing National Security Bureau was reportedly informed by the Chaoyang masses that a radio listening base station had been set up in the neighborhood and had been listening to telephone signals from nearby authorities for a year! ”

“A year? Damn, that's too fat for you! ”

In less than half a day, 10 versions have been released. No matter which one of these is true, people are not wrong.

In the interrogation room.

Even in the face of mountainous iron evidence, the small man sitting behind the railing bit himself as a regular plumber, unaware of espionage and receiving funds from abroad.

Until the police officer in charge of the interrogation threw a roster in front of him.

As soon as I saw the roster, the man's face grew white for a moment and his steadfast eyes began to shake.

Whatever he knows, or doesn't know, or just heard a little name, it's all written on it. There is no doubt that their entire organization has been uprooted and remains intact.

After realizing this, his last stubborn face also collapsed.

“It's impossible… you —— no, I don't understand, what you're talking about. ”

Looking at the man who was already incapacitated, the interrogator sitting across the street said in a joke.

“I advise you to tell me honestly, your bosses, we've been looking into it for a long time, it's closed, can you run away? Now, that is to say, missing the gap, the sentence to be sentenced, the shooting to be executed... don't be so nervous, your crime is not enough to eat a gun, but for a few years, it depends on your performance. ”

Seeing his own resistance has lost its meaning, and the man finally confessed.

Not only did he confess, but almost the vast majority of the spies, including the biggest big fish named Xieyong, honestly told the truth about their actions in China and who they had been associated with.

After layer comparison and screening, the final list was finally obtained.

Looking at a striking name on the list, the General Counsellor in charge of the interrogation smashed his tongue and spoke with a calm tone.

“This list… I'm afraid something big is going to happen. ”

I don't know, I was really scared. I didn't expect so many people to be involved. The highest level even reached the city council level.

While some of them were threatened by relatives who emigrated abroad, others were bewitched or caught in the grip of interests, for whatever reason, the facts of the crime remained unchanged.

Almost foreseeably.

Both sessions of domestic politicians, because of this list, we have a major earthquake...