piratefiction Chapter 750 486: Head-to-Head Confrontation (Part 2)
Chapter 750 486: Head-to-Head Confrontation (Part 2)
"Execute the order, I'll call the Attorney General right away." Stephen didn't bother to explain further.Of course, he knew this was against regulations and could easily raise suspicions among those with ulterior motives, but he had no choice.
Don't be fooled by Fu Wentao's gentle tone over the phone earlier, Stephen knew that if he refused, the other party would dare to expose his dirty dealings with Barnes online tomorrow, and it would be on the Washington headlines.
The assistant said no more, saluted, and turned to leave.
A few minutes later, a written directive signed directly from the office of the Deputy Minister of National Defense, stamped with a red seal, was delivered to the desk of McPherson, the Director of the Defense Intelligence Agency.
The directive requested the Defense Intelligence Agency to immediately intervene, citing "involvement in national information security," to bring the person back and return them to the FBI after evaluation, if deemed necessary.
McPherson looked at the directive, his brow furrowed.
He was an old fox too and immediately sensed something unusual about this.
DIA intervening in a domestic shooting case? It's absolutely ridiculous.
But the directive came from Deputy Minister Stephen, and it was stamped, this was no joke.
McPherson didn't hesitate, immediately summoned his subordinates to carry out the order.
After all, with this directive, he wouldn't have to take the fall if anything went wrong, so he didn't even bother to confirm with Stephen.
The Defense Intelligence Agency personnel were highly efficient.
In just over ten minutes, three Ford Explorers were parked below the FBI headquarters, the doors opened, and Captain Carlson led over a dozen people out of the vehicles.
They went straight to the front desk in the lobby, presenting the stamped document.
"We're from the Defense Intelligence Agency, please notify your supervisor immediately."
The desk guard didn't dare to delay, promptly reporting upward.
But after waiting for several minutes, no one came down.
Carlson frowned, checked the time on his watch, then waved his hand, heading straight for the elevator.
The commotion at the Caver Langston Community earlier was big, even helicopters were deployed. As a fellow intelligence department, Carlson and his team had caught wind that it was an FBI department that took the person.
"Hey! Guys! You can't go in!" The hall guard attempted to step forward and block them.
Carlson kept walking, not even turning to look at the guard, just nodding to two teammates beside him.
The two teammates immediately turned around to block the guard, "Stay alert, this isn't your concern."
The guard was intimidated by their undeniable aura, instinctively taking half a step back, not daring to forcibly obstruct further.
Carlson led the rest straight into the elevator, pressing the floor where the Criminal Investigation Department was located.
As the elevator doors opened, there were already a few FBI agents standing in the corridor who had come upon hearing the news, each with a stern face.
Leading the group was the detective who had previously led the team to arrest Harris at the bar.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, face ashen, shouting at Carlson and his team, "Your DIA is getting too arrogant! This is FBI headquarters! Not your private garden!"
Facing the other's furious gaze, Carlson's pace didn't slow, stopping only when he was right in front of the detective.
The distance between them was close enough to feel each other's breath.
He was half a head taller than the detective, looking down on the FBI detective with an expressionless face.
"The Defense Intelligence Agency has solid intelligence showing that the individuals you recently arrested are associated with a case we're investigating, involving national information security, and we need you to hand them over for preliminary evaluation."
Carlson raised the document again with his right hand, "This is a direct order from the Deputy Minister of National Defense. If you have any questions, you can call your superior."
"Now, please comply with the transfer. This is an order, not a request."
To be honest, Carlson's attitude wasn't considering the other party much, given this was their turf.
However, the FBI now in the United States is already in decline, nowhere near the stature it held under Director Hoover.
Agencies like the CIA and DHS don't bother acknowledging them, and sometimes even local state police show them attitude...
They are practically a commodity that anyone can step on.
Yet, even a clay figure has some temper. Faced with this near-disdainful demeanor, the detective was thoroughly enraged, spitting saliva: "Get out immediately with your people!"
"What a joke! This is our FBI's case! We caught them! What right does your DIA have to interfere?"
The leakage of NASA's core data is a big deal, and they had put in considerable effort to catch Harris, so they certainly wouldn't hand him over easily.
Carlson didn't even blink, maintaining that cold and condescending posture.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pants pocket, wiped off the spit on his face, and then directly shoved the document against the detective's chest.
"If you think there's an issue with this order, contact your superior immediately, but my task is to take the suspects away until I receive a revocation order."
"Now, hand them over to me."
The detective was so incensed by this almost humiliating action that he was trembling, his face turning liver-colored.
He suddenly raised his hand to unfold the document, gritting his teeth: "You're not in a position to crap over our heads!"
"I don't recognize your defense document, I only recognize orders from the DOJ! Without orders, you get out immediately!"
With this statement, the lines were thoroughly drawn, both sides were getting emotionally charged, and the insults began to fly.
"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about!"
"You damn bastard! You think I won't tear your mouth apart!"
"...."
The corridor instantly became chaotic.
Not far away in an interrogation room, Harris had been beaten black and blue, covered in blood.
Since being brought back, he had suffered severe torture continuously.
The gunshot wound on his body was simply bandaged, although it wasn't life-threatening for now, the intense pain was reaching a point he could hardly endure.
In his foggy state, he heard fierce arguments and shoving from the corridor outside but couldn't make sense of the details.
However, the two agents who had been handling him stopped their actions and ran out to investigate.
Harris lay against the cold interrogation table, each breath pulling at his wound, his vision blurring.
But he kept trying to hold on, believing Qi Yun would rescue him.
Suddenly, the interrogation room door was violently kicked open with a "bang!"
Two groups appeared outside the door, one being the FBI agents who had assaulted him earlier, the other a batch of unfamiliar faces.
The leading Carlson glanced at the battered Harris, "What's your name?"
"Ha... Harris," Harris squinted his swollen eyes, blood dripping from his mouth, but a smile appeared on his face.
He knew he was saved, these people must have been arranged by Qi Yun.
Carlson frowned, seeing Harris in poor shape, and waved his hand as a signal, "Take him away."
As soon as he said that, the FBI personnel immediately objected, crowding to block the doorway.
"Fuck off! This is our interrogation room!"
"You bastards are courting death!? Who gave you the guts to act recklessly at FBI headquarters!"
The two groups almost squeezed at the doorway, shoving and shouting abuse at each other.
The tension between them escalated, the scene on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Just as conflict was about to erupt, Carlson suddenly punched the detective's abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain.
Then Carlson pushed him aside, shouting sternly, "Enough!"
"If you have any objections, go to your superior!"
His sharp gaze swept across the FBI agents in the corridor, "I'm warning you one last time, don't obstruct my mission!"
The Defense Intelligence Agency had a military background; Carlson and his men were soldiers and acted decisively. To have restrained themselves until now was considered restraint enough.
The FBI agents hesitated, suppressed by Carlson's overpowering aura.