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"No!"

Hearing that Thompson was about to break Tolson's hamstring and hand tendon, the strong man on one side pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist, and Director Hoover suddenly screamed anxiously.

Thompson smiled. "It seems that Director Hoover is distressed? We moved a safe from your basement. What's the password?" His villa and basement are secret enough. There is also a safe in the basement. The contents must be quite important. . Worried that there were measures to prevent forced demolition in the safe, he did not dare to violently demolish it.

Hoover's whole body seemed to sag like a deflated balloon. The moment he shouted, the other party had already seen his biggest weakness, and there was no point in resisting.

With a long sigh, Hoover spoke a series of numbers.

Thompson nodded to the man next to him. "Go and have a look." After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into Hoover's mouth and lit it for him. "Mr. Hoover, as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you get this started, you will find that the rest will not be a big burden. What's more, even if you don't say anything, you are destined to be infamy for eternity. Those despicable politicians will make everything difficult. If the shit pot is put on your head, your reputation as a traitor will probably far exceed that of General Arnold." The Arnold he was talking about was not Henry Harry Arnold, the commander of the Army Air Forces at the time, but Ben during the American Revolutionary War. General Needict Arnold. This hero who made many extraordinary achievements in the war finally defected to the British army and became the most famous traitor in the United States. After his defection, "Benedict Arnold" became synonymous with "betrayal."

Hoover smoked silently and dejectedly. After a while, Thompson's men came in holding a large stack of documents. "Team leader, this is everything inside."

Thompson picked up a few documents and looked through them, and couldn't help but exclaimed. "Tsk, tsk, Director Hoover is really clever. He can find out such secrets. It seems that every document here can turn the United States upside down."

Hoover spit out the nearly finished cigarette in his mouth and asked dejectedly. "Are you planning on distributing all of this?"

Thompson smiled. "Of course not. What was spread before was just a small fuss; those secrets, scandals, and evidence may make the parties involved angry and angry, but for the public, it is just indignation at most, and there will be no substantive reaction, let alone It will make them rise up and overthrow the government."

"As for why we are here, the FBI will definitely face a change, a major reshuffle. Director Hoover, your power will be completely eliminated, and our people can take the opportunity to climb up. Damn it. With these secret documents, I might be able to sit on the position of FBI director in the future."

Hoover's expression became extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, the Germans had even placed undercover agents in his FBI, but he had no idea!

Thompson ordered. "Pack up these documents. We can finally go home. Director Hoover, do you want to stay here, or come with us back to Germany? Our Director Reinhard will welcome you."

The corners of Director Hoover's mouth twitched slightly. Did he have any choice?

At this time, another subordinate came in and reported. "Team leader, they have arrived at the villa."

Thompson nodded. "Then detonate it."

A few seconds later, there was an earth-shattering explosion in the distance, and even the ground here shook a few times.

Thompson ordered Hoover and Tolson to be put into sacks and left the house.

On the other side, in the basement of the military base, President Wilkie paced back and forth anxiously. "Have you found Hoover?!" He once made an illegal transaction when he was a lawyer, but he didn't expect that even this matter would be revealed. Although it did not oust him from the presidency, it still made him angry.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who was unlucky. Former President Roosevelt was even worse. Not only were photos of his wife's naked body scattered on the streets, but also love letters between her and her female lover were flying all over the place.

Everyone wanted to kill this damn bastard immediately.

After a while, the secretary hurried in to report. "Mr. President, when our people rushed to a villa named Tolson in the suburbs, a big explosion suddenly occurred. The people who rushed over suffered heavy casualties. Judging from the power of the explosion, it must have been at least several tons of explosives."

"Damn it." Did this bastard hide all his secrets there? "Do you think he escaped or was blown up?" If this bastard goes to hell with those secrets, everyone will be happy; but if he runs away with the secrets, there will be endless troubles!

The secretary shook his head. "It's hard to say. But the FBI is in chaos right now and needs to get back to work as soon as possible."

Speaking of the FBI, President Wilkie remembered President Roosevelt's work diary that he had seen before. In fact, Roosevelt had noticed the backwardness of U.S. intelligence work very early and planned to establish an intelligence coordination department. However, once this department is established, the FBI will definitely not be reconciled to its declining status and will block it; therefore, Roosevelt has not announced this plan for a long time.

But now that something like this has happened, setting up an intelligence coordination department seems to be an excellent opportunity.

And he had a good choice, William Joseph Donovan.

Donovan practiced law in his early years and participated in the First World War. He was extremely excited and active when he went to the battlefield. During World War I, he accompanied Army General Pershing to Mexico, and for a period of time he marched long distances every day. His men complained, and Captain Donovan, who was always energetic, shouted at them: "Look at me, I didn't fall down or gasp, why can't you endure it!" Someone behind the team whispered: "We don't Like you, Savage Bill." From then on, the nickname slowly spread. Unexpectedly, Donovan was very happy when he found out and regarded himself as "Savage Bill". By the end of the war, "Wild Bill" had been promoted to colonel and became a decorated combat hero.

After retiring, Donovan wanted to pursue an official career and realize his political ambitions. But he was unlucky, and his several consecutive campaigns for governor ended in failure. In 1924, he served as Deputy Attorney General of the United States, and future FBI Director Edgar Hoover was his subordinate at this time. When his friend Herbert Hoover was elected president, he always thought he would be appointed Attorney General, but for various reasons, he failed to do so. Donovan left and opened a law firm on Wall Street. Later, the White House invited him to serve as Deputy Secretary of the Navy, but he felt uninterested and refused politely.

The two were good friends before, and Donovan became one of Wilkie's personal advisers after he became president.

He immediately called Donovan to discuss the matter.

"You want me to set up an 'Intelligence Coordination Department'?"

President Wilkie nodded. "Yes, but before that you go to the FBI and clean up the mess there. Censor what needs to be cut, and investigate what needs to be investigated; especially Hoover's cronies, don't let anyone go!"

"No problem." Donovan nodded, then looked puzzled. "But there's one thing I really can't figure out. Why do you think Hoover suddenly did such a stupid thing? Isn't this completely unreasonable?" These secrets made Hoover very popular; no one dared to touch him. Not at all; but he did such an unbelievable move and forced himself into a desperate situation, which is really puzzling. "Could he be framed?"

"Yeah, I can't figure it out either. But whether he was framed or went crazy, he should have known that such a day would come."