50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 629 One Day and One Night, a Thousand Miles of Travel

Although he was quite pleased to have taken over the intelligence department completely, he really didn't want to let Taylor go, but unfortunately, Taylor was determined to leave, and he couldn't force him.

"After the handover is complete, you can take your wife wherever you want, and I will not look for you again."

"However, you'd better change your name or go abroad."

"Because I'm not sure if I can clean up the mess with the FBI. You're the one who usually has the most contact with them, so it's easy for them to hold a grudge."

Sun Zhiwei's reminder made Taylor also wary. He nodded solemnly and thanked Sun Zhiwei for his high regard.

The next day, Taylor went to work at the estate as usual, while Sun Zhiwei changed his identity and took a plane to Washington overnight.

The FBI's Hoover Building has a complex network of underground pipes. Last time he went to steal intelligence, he walked through the sewers and ended up covered in a foul stench, losing his appetite for days.

There's no need for that this time. He's just going to find someone; there's no need to get too close.

In the back alley of Hoover Building, there is a whole street lined with restaurants, pubs and cafes.

Employees of nearby government departments often eat here at noon and in the evening, and many also discuss work in cafes and bars.

This area gets extremely crowded during rush hour.

When Sun Zhiwei arrived, it was already noon. He ordered lunch at the coffee shop and ate while searching for the supervisor, Remus Murphy.

Taylor knew the manager's name and had even met him, but he didn't have a photo of him.

Sun Zhiwei wasn't worried about this. Everyone in the FBI had a name tag, so as long as he found the location of the intelligence department, he could find him. After all, it was rare for people in the same department to have the same name.

However, it was lunchtime, and he didn't know if the manager, Murphy, was in the building, so he could only look for him first.

He knew the location of the intelligence department. At this time, there weren't many people left in the department's offices. He went to look for them one by one, but he couldn't find anyone named Murphy.

Just when he was getting a little annoyed, he saw the attendance sheet hanging on the wall, with a corresponding photo under each name.

He quickly searched inside and, sure enough, found the name of Supervisor Remus Murphy.

The job title corresponding to the name was the same as Taylor had said, and he carefully memorized the appearance of the person in the photo.

He was a man in his fifties with a receding hairline, wearing glasses that made his eyes appear very small.

Perhaps it was a preconceived notion, but he always felt that the old man looked sinister and didn't seem like a good person.

That's right, he's come to bully us, how could he be a good person? Bad people deserve to die.

He quickly memorized Murphy's appearance and began searching the entire building. With the photo as a reference, finding him became much faster.

Although thousands of people work in Hoover Institution year-round, if you exclude women, young people, and then look for bald people and people who wear glasses, there aren't many who fit the criteria.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, he found Mr. Murphy in the crowd waiting for the elevator in the lobby on the first floor.

He was chatting with some colleagues while waiting for the elevator. He must have gone out for lunch earlier; judging from his rosy complexion, he probably had a few drinks and was just getting back.

A moment later, the elevator arrived, and Mr. Murphy and his colleagues boarded it. The intelligence department was located on the 12th floor of Hoover Tower, and the elevator ascended.

The Hoover Indoor Building was built in 1974 and has been operating at overcapacity for over a decade, resulting in very few internal maintenance checks. The traction machine's load-bearing beam at the top of the elevators is made of I-beams embedded in the reinforced concrete structure, which is theoretically very sturdy.

Although there are regulations requiring annual maintenance, the logistics and engineering department has never had enough funds, so this place has never been inspected.

This enclosed space is now covered with cobwebs, and the steel structure fixing screws supporting the traction machine have long been loose.

Just as the elevator that Mr. Murphy was riding was going up, several screws that were holding it in place suddenly fell off, and the steel cable that was pulling the elevator car tilted and slid off the pulley.

The car lost the tension of the steel cable and immediately fell rapidly downwards. The safety clamp, which was originally intended for emergency braking, was jammed by the fallen screw and could not clamp down.

Instantly, the rapidly plummeting elevator car, sparks flying from the friction, crashed straight down from the 11th floor. Inside the car, screams of terror erupted from the weightless crowd.

Old man Murphy also gripped the inner railing tightly with a look of panic, hoping it would provide some stability.

Unfortunately, the elevator crashed into the elevator shaft on the third basement level a dozen seconds later.

After a loud bang, the elevator was completely deformed, and all of the dozen or so people inside were seriously injured.

In this darkness, everyone except the unconscious was wailing.

Poor old Murphy lay unconscious on the edge of the elevator car, his carotid artery just severed by a piece of broken elevator car debris.

Blood gushed out of his body like a fountain, and the old man's originally rosy complexion turned visibly pale. He gradually walked towards the end of his life while unconscious.

Just then, Sun Zhiwei finished the last bite of his lunch.

After confirming that old man Murphy could not have survived, he wiped his mouth and sighed softly: "The people who misappropriated the logistics and maintenance funds deserve to die."

Two hours later, Sun Zhiwei used a fake temporary identity to fly back to Chicago on another domestic flight.

When he returned to the Four Seasons Hotel in Chicago, no one realized that he had flown 2000 kilometers in just one day and one night.

Today is November 7th. The Pinkerton headquarters has completed receiving all the documents and re-archiving them. Sun Zhiwei instructed everyone to perform their duties and await further instructions.

The takeover process is not yet complete; several branch offices and training bases across the United States still need to be taken over before the process can be considered successful.

The next step for the receiving team was to travel all over the country, but Sun Zhiwei was not prepared to travel with them. He officially returned to New York on the 8th.

Before leaving, he informed Taylor that a group of people would be coming on the 12th to take over the intelligence department's estate and database, and that everything would remain the same until then.

The personnel he mentioned were the support he received from above after he asked Xu Yimin for help.

An unspecified number of relevant personnel are converging on Chicago from all over the world, and it will likely take several more days for them to arrive.

A week ago, when Sun Zhiwei was preparing to come to Chicago to hold the Pinkerton shareholders' meeting, he was determined to make this trip a success.

At the time, he was not worried about whether he could successfully take over the Pinkerton headquarters.

But once he takes over the Pinkerton headquarters, he will face a problem: he will not have enough manpower to take over many key technical positions.

(End of this chapter)