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Chapter 170 Jacob's identity!
On a winter night, crystal clear snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the temperature in New York has dropped to minus 3°.

Roy, in uniform, stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound, and Vanessa walked towards Roy.

She walked up to Roy and took his arm. The two of them strolled in the snowy night. The street lights on both sides of the street silhouetted their backs. Two rows of footprints appeared on the thin layer of floating snow.

A Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan was slowly following the two people walking at a distance of 10 meters. Following the Mercedes-Benz was the patrol car driven by Mia.

"What do you want from me?" Roy spoke first.

Vanessa looked at the Hudson River in the snowy night and said, "Why? Can't I come to you if there's nothing else?"

Roy smiled and said, "Of course, but I think you suddenly asked me out today because you must have something to ask. Have you thought about what I can do for you?"

Vanessa smiled, lowered her head slightly to look at the snow under her feet, then raised her head: "Yes, you guessed it. I came to you today because I really want you to do something for me."

Roy stopped and looked at Vanessa: "What's the matter?"

"follow me!"

After she finished speaking, Vanessa turned around, put her arm around Roy again, and walked towards her Mercedes-Benz with Roy.

Opening the back door, Vanessa got in first.

Roy got in the car and closed the back door.

The Mercedes did not speed away, but continued to move slowly along the road. Vanessa pressed the play button on the screen in front of Roy: "Watch it first!"

The display screen on the passenger seatback lights up.

The screen starts playing.

The content is a video of a reporter's interview.

A young white man with shawl hair, wearing prison clothes, handcuffs and shackles was taken out of the prison van by two NYPD officers.

Reporters swarmed in, vying to interview the young white man, but were stopped by police officers who were maintaining order at the scene.

The next second, the white male prisoner shouted at the reporter's camera:

"Whoever can rescue me will be given $100 million!"

The police officer at the scene quickly pulled him away from the camera, and the reporters pushed forward, trying to break through the human wall formed by police officers holding hands and responsible for the outer security.

Then, the white male prisoner continued to shout:
"One hundred million dollars! One hundred million dollars!!"

The screen ends here...

Roy turned his head and looked at Vanessa: "I saw this news during the day. Why are you showing this to me? Are you asking me to help you get him out?"

Vanessa smiled and nodded: "You guessed it again."

Roy smiled and turned his head to look at the falling snow outside the window, then turned his head and looked into Vanessa's delicate and beautiful eyes:

"One hundred million dollars. If you help me catch Augustus Walker, you will let me do two things for you. One of them is to let me help you make one hundred million dollars. Walker...is he worth this price?"

Vanessa laughed. "He's not worth it."

Roy was surprised: "If it's not worth it, why are you asking me to do this for you?"

"Perhaps, I should call you Roy von Weizsäcker, don't you think? Mr. James Bond..." Vanessa also looked into Roy's eyes.

Roy was not surprised that Vanessa knew her true identity. As a top intelligence dealer, if she couldn't even get this little information, could she still be called the White Widow?
Roy looked at Vanessa's delicate face and smiled without saying anything.

Vanessa continued with a smile, "I think you will agree. After the matter is done, you can ask me for two pieces of information. No matter what the information is, I will tell you. I think there should be some information that you particularly want."

Hearing Vanessa's words, Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart, as expected, a woman who can thrive in the intelligence community and still survive to this day, her insight is at least comparable to Irina's.

"What if I want information that you don't have?"

"Impossible. I can now guess what information you want."

"So confident?"

"Of course." Vanessa smiled.

"Tell me, is there any information that is worth more than 100 million US dollars to me, and it also requires risk." Roy said with a smile.

Vanessa looked at Roy's handsome face and said, "You should be very interested in the information related to Jacob von Weizsäcker."

This went straight to Roy's heart. Three months ago, Roy wanted to ask Vanessa about his father, but because he didn't have enough leverage, he never approached her. He didn't expect that she would come to him on her own initiative.

"Vanessa, you are amazing. I really want to know, but I don't think what you know is what I want. Perhaps you can tell me something first. If I am interested in the information you provide, we can indeed talk about this matter." Roy said.

"Roy, you're really good at bargaining. If I tell you the information you're interested in now, you'll only have one problem afterwards." Vanessa stared into Roy's eyes.

"No problem, you can start..."

"follow me!"

Vanessa opened the door and got out of the car.

Roy understood that this was to avoid the driver.

After getting off the car, Vanessa took Roy's arm again, and the two walked to the front of the Mercedes-Benz and continued walking in the snow.

Vanessa said, "Your father, Jacob von Weizsäcker, was not only a bank clerk, he also worked for the CIA."

Roy knew all this.

Vanessa looked at Roy's profile and said, "He is the most terrifying spy in the world in the past hundred years. Are you interested?"

Her words did arouse great interest in Roy's heart, but he did not show it on his face.

Roy said in a calm tone: "Go on..."

Vanessa looked ahead and said, "I know Jacob very well. I have business dealings with him. Of course, the transaction between him and me is not measured by money. It is an exchange of intelligence."

Roy nodded slightly.

Vanessa continued, "Don't ever think that Jacob is just an ordinary intelligence analyst. When he was alive, the CIA director had to listen to him."

This sentence directly touched Roy's heart, and at the same time his heart trembled slightly. His father must not be an ordinary intelligence analyst. Roy knew this, but he never expected that even the CIA director would...

"How is it? Is it worth it?"

Vanessa stopped and looked at Roy.

Roy, who also stopped, looked at Vanessa: "Augustus Walker has already told me everything you said."

"Really? Are you sure?" Vanessa laughed. As the laughter gradually died down, she said, "In that case, I'll have to find someone else to do this."

Ghostly and clever...

Roy smiled helplessly and said, "You can continue to talk. Maybe there are some things I don't know?"

"Do you know what other identities he has?"

Roy shook his head: "I don't know." Vanessa continued to walk forward: "He is still a KGB man."

Roy paused: "..."

"how?"

"Nothing, just continue..."

The two continued to walk forward, and Vanessa said, "Britain's MI6, the famous Mossad, and France's DRM are all under his control. It can be said that he has more intelligence than any other intelligence agency."

Roy took a deep breath in his heart.

"Now, do you know who he is?"

Roy nodded slightly.

Vanessa gently raised her palm to catch a snowflake, and the crystal snowflake slowly melted in Vanessa's hand: "I know you want to ask me who killed him. If I know, I will tell you. If I don't know, I won't say anything nonsense..."

"Then do you know?" Roy asked.

"I don't know." Vanessa shook her head gently. "Although I don't know who killed him, I know that he left something behind..."

"What is it?" Roy paused.

Vanessa smiled slightly: "I have told you enough. Your question should be considered the second question. Save that person for me, and I will tell you. I think you will not refuse me, right?"

Vanessa said the same thing in the concert hall. Roy's psychology was almost calculated by her to the core.

"Deal, let's talk about the details."

Vanessa said, "That man is Ovidi Guzman, the son of Mexican drug lord Joaquin Guzman. Half a year ago, he entered the United States using a fake identity and was arrested by the NYPD in New York. Tomorrow is his court date. I hope you can rescue him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Then I won't be prepared at all. I think... the people escorting him should be the Manhattan Police Department and the FBI, right? Are you asking me to just hijack the prison van?" Roy looked at Vanessa's profile.

"No, I've already done half of it for you. I'll bribe some people, and they'll transfer you to the Rhyme Team. You just need to act according to circumstances along the way. After rescuing him, send him to a private airport outside the Bronx. There will be a Gulfstream private jet waiting there. You just need to send him there to complete your mission."

"it is good……"

"So it's settled then?"

"can!"

After hearing Roy's clear answer, Vanessa took out her cell phone and made a call: "No problem, it can be arranged!"

After hanging up the phone, Vanessa hooked her finger at Roy, and Roy leaned forward to kiss her red lips, and the two kissed passionately in the snow.

Mia, who was driving the police car, saw this scene, rolled her eyes and muttered, "You have so many women."

Just as Roy and Vanessa were kissing passionately, Roy's cell phone rang. He loosened his bitten lip and took out his cell phone to check the caller ID.

The caller was Chief Colin.

[Damage received: Recovery +1]

Roy walked out alone and pressed the answer button:

"it's me!"

"I just received a call from my superior, who is planning to transfer you to participate in tomorrow's escort mission. I said that you are on night shift today and it would be inconvenient for you to work during the day tomorrow, but Director Frank was very firm in his tone, saying that this mission is very important and there can be no mistakes. He also said that you have been brave in the past six months. I really have no choice..."

"It's okay. I'll go."

"Well... well, then you can go home directly tonight. I will swap your team with Team E. I will send someone to notify the others. I guess the Special Operations Bureau will call you later."

"Well, I see."

Roy had just hung up the phone with Chief Colin when it rang again. He looked down and saw that the caller was Pierre, captain of the Emergency Operations Team of the NYPD Special Operations Bureau.

Press the answer key.

Pierre's voice reached Roy's ears:

"Brother, long time no see!"

"Long time no see, Captain Pierre!"

"It's like this. My superior just called me and told me that he has loaned you to the Brooklyn Police Department to participate in tomorrow's escort mission. I never thought that we would be on a mission together again."

"Yes, we haven't seen each other for several months since we last met at the warehouse. I also received a notice. Where should I go tomorrow?"

"Well, tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, you come to the Special Operations Bureau first. You don't need to bring any equipment. I have everything here. Just show up."

"OK, no problem, let's do this for now!"

"OK, see you tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Roy turned around and looked at Vanessa who was standing alone in the snow.

Seeing that Roy had finished his call, Vanessa came forward and asked, "How is it going? Have you arranged everything?"

Roy nodded: "Yes, it's arranged. What I want to know is, besides me, have you arranged for anyone else to participate in the prisoner carjacking tomorrow?"

Vanessa shook her head: "No, it's just you. As for how you arrange it, that's your business."

After separating from Vanessa, Mia took Roy back to the police station.

midnight.

In the dark alley, snowflakes were falling, and Mahone and Jonathan got into Roy's Ford SUV five minutes apart.

Roy told Ma Hong and Jonathan that he would be participating in the escort mission and hijacking the prisoner van tomorrow. However, the two did not have any special or extreme reactions. After all, the bombing of the Huirui board of directors a few months ago was much bigger and more ferocious than hijacking the prisoner van.

Although there was no special reaction, Jonathan still showed a worried look on his face: "Hijacking the prison van, are you going to kill your colleagues?"

Mahone looked at Roy and said, "I will be there tomorrow too. Our SWAT team will also be involved in the escort mission. The target person has a special identity. This is Klein's order."

Disaster……

Very difficult.

This might be harder than planting a bomb at Phaeron's headquarters.

Roy was participating in the escort mission in the same car, and it was impossible for him to take the target away without being noticed. If he tried to do it by force, he would inevitably hurt his colleagues and those FBI-SWAT team members who had fought side by side with him.

"I'll go with you!" said Jonathan.

Roy raised his hand to reject Jonathan's proposal: "No, it's too dangerous. Two people are too conspicuous. Once they are exposed, it will be very difficult for us to rescue them even if someone suppresses it. If it is recorded or filmed by reporters, even if someone suppresses it, we will not be able to stay in the Federation."

"What should I do?"

Jonathan looked at Roy with worried eyes.

Roy looked at Mahone and said:
"Do you think that someone else will come to rob the prison van tomorrow? After all, there is a $100 million bounty. Every force and gang knows Ovidi Guzman. His family can come up with $100 million in cash..."

(End of this chapter)