Chapter 297 Network Connection

Chapter 297 Network Connection

Chapter 297 Network Connection
The once bustling Sky Gardens disappeared without a trace.

Jolson was isolated in his solitary room at Walter Reed Medical Center. He was not sent to prison, not sent to be tortured, and not transferred to one of the CIA's own hospitals.

Twelve days have passed. The inflamed wounds have healed, the stitches have been removed, and I can get out of bed and move around again, but the only person I can see is still the doctor.

I am very anxious.

Jolson was ready for the interrogation. He prepared himself mentally every day and was ready to be given the truth serum.

The truth serum used by the United States is not that strong. People can return to normal after using it. Unlike the Russians, the truth serum they use is too strong. It turns people into idiots directly after using it.

Therefore, as long as you can withstand the truth serum, everything should be fine.

Jolson was glad that Gao Yi didn't tell him anything.

A little trick that people who often interrogate others or are often interrogated know is that what people care about is not the truth but the result.

If Jolson was interrogated, the interrogator would be concerned about where the Sky Garden was hiding, not whether Jolson was in collusion with the Sky Garden.

If Jolson knew too much, then there might be clues in many details.

But Jolson really didn't know, and the questioner didn't even ask the question, which naturally reduced the risk of exposure.

Note, it’s not gone, it’s just lowered.

Jolson himself was unsure, but at this point, he had no choice but to give it a try.

There was a knock on the ward door and someone pushed it open.

Every time someone comes, it is a torturous moment. If it is a doctor, it means that everything is fine for the time being. If it is a colleague, it means that things are going to be terrible.

Jolson was stunned because the person who came today was his old boss.

"gentlemen……"

With a scream, Jolson couldn't help but sit up.

Crawford is in his fifties and looks like a gang boss, a very imposing and stylish gang boss. He doesn't look very similar to Denzel Washington, but his temperament is particularly similar to that of a gang boss like him.

Yes, Crawford is black.

Crawford reached out and stopped Jolson from getting up. He looked around, then pulled over a round stool and sat down beside Jolson's bed.

There were so many things to say, but they didn't know where to start. Both of them were in the same situation.

"Glad to see you're back alive."

"Me too."

I was filled with emotion, so the conversation seemed a little more casual than usual, but it didn't feel lighter, it felt heavier.

There was no third person in the room, which might mean that everything was fine, but it might also mean that both of them were finished. Jolson had seen both situations many times, but the latter was more common.

So after a moment's hesitation, Jolson whispered, "Have I implicated you?"

"No."

Crawford shook his head and whispered, "They have finished their investigation into you. I contributed greatly to this because I wrote a long report and submitted all the information you gave me to the investigation team, letting them know that you were determined to do something. At least it proved that you were not an accomplice of the truck driver."

Joelson was surprised and said, "Give up the investigation? How is that possible! I just went through the first round of preliminary investigation and didn't even take a polygraph test."

"That's useless, everyone knows that."

Crawford grinned, and then he whispered: "Several people from Free Wind died. Now Free Wind can't find anyone in Tripoli, and has expanded the search area to the whole of Libya."

"How about it?"

"Of course, nothing was found. In order to find the Hanging Gardens, the CIA had to focus on more than just Libya."

Crawford exhaled, and then he whispered: "Breeze didn't go to Libya at all. I just found out about this yesterday. Do you know what Breeze is doing?"

Jolson thought for a long time, and finally said: "He is too mysterious, I don't know."

"Breeze is in France. He is investigating the French External Security Agency. He believes that everything that happened in Tripoli is fake, a feint to cover up the escape of the Hanging Gardens."

Jolson's eyes widened.

"Breeze investigated Saudi Arabia's National Intelligence Service and concluded that Saudi Arabia did not take any action this time, and the National Intelligence Service can be ruled out."

Jolson was still shocked. "Breeze investigated the French External Security Agency and got accurate information..."

Crawford cursed quietly, then continued, "That French woman admires truck drivers. Don't ask me why, I don't know either, but it was the truck drivers who caused MI6 to almost resign en masse. The French External Security Agency used the truck drivers to teach MI6 a lesson."

Jolson was stunned and said, "What? I don't know about this."

"Oh, you didn't have good information in Libya, so you didn't hear about this big thing. Yes, the truck driver caused a big disturbance in the UK, and then the woman from the French counterintelligence department knelt down and begged him, but the truck driver still insisted on leaving. Then the French arranged for the truck driver to board a transport plane to Central Africa. This is very accurate news, with sufficient evidence."

Jolson knew he should be asking something important, but that wasn't what came out of his mouth.

"That Marina? What's wrong with her? She's kneeling on the ground begging the truck driver not to leave? Impossible!"

"I don't know, but that's what Breeze's message said. You know, Breeze is very rigorous. If he says it's true, it must be true. So the French must have a special relationship with truck drivers. Are truck drivers handsome?"

Crawford's last question was to Jolson. Jolson was shocked, but he said with a puzzled look on his face: "I don't know!"

It seemed like they were just chatting about gossip, but the subject suddenly changed to a fatal question. If Jolson said whether he was handsome or not, it would confirm that he knew the truck driver.

What does old boss mean?
Crawford smiled obscenely and said, "So he's really good in bed?"

After finishing speaking, Crawford said seriously, "I don't know who is more powerful between us. I believe that after Marina knows how powerful I am, she will never fall in love with a young boy."

Why did the topic suddenly become obscene? Why did it suddenly become so vulgar?

Jolson looked at Crawford in confusion. Crawford exhaled and whispered, "Don't worry. Since I can come, you're fine. Tell me the truth, what magic does a truck driver have that can make a powerful and beautiful middle-aged woman fall in love with him!"

Jolson whispered, "Sir, what happened?"

"I told you, Breeze is in France. He thinks that since the truck driver made an emergency landing in France, well, even though you messed it up, the point is still that the truck driver made an emergency landing in Libya. He had no reason and no need to stay in Libya, so Breeze believes that the truck driver should either go back to France or go to the French-controlled area."

After that, Crawford spread his hands and said, "For a long time, Breeze has not been able to find any clues. Just yesterday, our director couldn't help but personally put pressure on France, personally put pressure on the French External Security Agency, and guess what the result was?"

"The French won't tell?"

"The French are so stubborn. That woman won't say anything. Even the director of the External Security Service has given in. The French president has hinted that the truck driver should be handed over to us, but that woman still won't say anything!"

Crawford waved his hand and said, "Too cruel. Women are crueler than men when they are cruel. But only women who have been conquered physically and mentally can be so cruel."

Jolson remained silent for a long time. Crawford smiled and said, "The good thing is that those people think that the French must have rescued the truck driver, because as long as the truck driver is still in Tripoli, it is impossible not to find him. Since he can't be found, he must have left. The French refused to say how they left, so the pressure was put on France."

Jolson whispered, "Is it possible that the French really don't know?"

Crawford shrugged and said, "You'll have to tell them this, hahahaha..."

Crawford laughed happily, and Jolson could only continue to secretly guess Crawford's intentions.

Until Crawford stopped laughing, his tone turned cold, and he asked in a tone that was unfamiliar to Jolson: "So how much benefit did you receive from the truck driver?"

Jolson looked at Crawford, who had a determined look on his face.

"I didn't accept any benefits from him."

Crawford said calmly, "If you didn't receive any benefits from him, why are you hiding it from me? The French are involved, the Pentagon is involved, you are involved, and I am involved too. But now you seem to be trying to fool me like a fool."

Jolson looked at the closed door, then he whispered, "I didn't accept the truck driver's benefits, but I accepted his benefits for you. Besides, I don't know where the truck driver is hiding. I really don't know."

"Oh."

Crawford said with a half-smile: "If you say that, I'm really going to lose my patience."

Jolson shook his head and whispered, "The truck driver is just a thug. Why does everyone think he is so powerful? Well, it's just that he has become an agent that many people have their eyes on. The truck driver is like an adapter. Through him, you can adapt to incompatible power sources."

Crawford looked directly at Jolson, who continued, "Actually, I don't know much about the truck driver. He's very careful, but now I know one thing. His network of connections is really complicated. The Pentagon, the FBI, the French External Security Agency, the Saudi National Intelligence Agency, the dark web, the boss. From what we know now, his background is already extremely complicated, but how much more do we not know?"

Crawford was thinking deeply. Jolson whispered, "Big shots like you don't care about money because you have too many ways to make money. But truck drivers can make money for people like me who are in the middle and lower levels. They can allow big shots like you who don't care about money to exchange resources and gain benefits other than money. The biggest benefit I gained from being held hostage by the truck driver this time is that I saw that I can break down industry barriers. I can directly contact the anti-US armed forces in Libya through him, and I can cooperate with the Pentagon, an opponent that we used to be wary of each other."

Crawford exhaled, and then he whispered: "Actually, you said one thing wrong."

"what's up?"

"You said I don't care about money because I have so many ways to make money. That's wrong."

Crawford smiled righteously. He said gently, "By embezzling the funds Congress gave to the CIA? You know the astronomical figure, but after each person gets it, there's actually not much left. I've lost my promotion channel and hope, which is also a risk. You've also dragged me into this storm. What do you think I should do now? What will I do?"

(End of this chapter)