People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 558 There's nothing to hide anymore (2-in-1)

"This... Mr. FBI agent," Levi smiled, "you waited for me at Ralph Lauren just to ask me this question? Want to buy the same jacket as me?"

The middle-aged man smiled rather awkwardly and scratched his head: "Um, Mr. Li Wei, would you believe me if I said it was a complete accident?"

"I believe you," Li Wei glanced at him and said slowly, "So, why are you asking me this question?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and recalled the latest instructions the Pentagon had given them.

When they are trying to make a judgment about a vague image, they use personal skills, behavioral experience, and some computer technology as an aid.

However, because the image of this mysterious man had kept the president up at night, the entire American intelligence system was in a state of panic.

The defense minister is constantly waving around stacks of documents, hoping Congress will approve his budget.

The Secretary of Justice, the FBI's top department, wanted to impress the president, so he called the FBI director into his office every day and gave him a good scolding, telling the FBI director that if necessary, he would "get down on his knees and dig three feet into the ground to find this person."

Although the middle-aged man suspected that the president might feel less alert due to his age, this did not prevent him from accepting some newer but unproven technologies when faced with orders from the bureau.

For example, artificial intelligence has been used to enhance and analyze video graphics, enhancing footage taken by fighter jets and yielding surprising conclusions.

The shoes and pants worn by the mysterious man that day were not identified, but the mask he wore was enhanced due to its peculiar shape.

According to big data analysis, this is an East African folk deity whose mask has never been sold in the New York market, which immediately narrowed down the search scope considerably.

Up until this point, the middle-aged man had not thought of Li Wei.

He thought of Li Wei because he had been browsing too much news about him before. Suddenly, big data pushed a short video to him showing Li Wei in South Sudan, an East African country, donating a large amount of mosquito repellent supplies and meeting with the local health minister and president.

In the video, Li Wei smiled faintly, and the Minister of Health smiled very brightly, but strangely, the President of South Sudan looked very uncomfortable. When shaking hands with Li Wei on camera, he didn't even dare to look at Li Wei.

However, this did not alert the middle-aged man; he was more concerned about the IP address of the video—South Sudan.

East Africa, folk deities.

So he checked Li Wei's whereabouts, and sure enough, there had been news some time ago that Li Wei had transited through Dubai and flown to South Sudan.

But why did Levi fly to South Sudan? This piqued the middle-aged man's curiosity.

So he searched for the reason why Li Wei went to South Sudan and followed the clues to Sergei and Anya.

Then, using his access privileges, he internally searched for information about Sergei's situation in South Sudan in recent years and learned about the feud between Omar and Sergei.

He then saw news of Omar's disappearance, the collapse of the estate, and the crash of the private jet for unknown reasons.

Suddenly, an electric current shot through his spine, making him tremble all over.

He suddenly felt that he had come into contact with the truth.

He felt like he was going crazy when he first got this conclusion.

Li Wei? This top athlete in the United States, the world's most sought-after super-rich man, and now a rising star in the entertainment industry, is actually a superman?

Are you kidding me? Is there any DC universe timeline like this?

But with such absurd thoughts in mind, he still unknowingly arrived at the perimeter of Metropolitan Life Stadium, listening to Li Wei deliver his retirement speech.

After waiting for several hours, he finally saw Levi in ​​the garage.

The more he looked at Li Wei's face and figure, the clearer the idea in his mind became.

"So alike, so very alike," he thought.

His physique matches, his height matches, and even the arrogant demeanor he exudes matches the image in the video.

He finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind, hoping that Li Wei could give him the answer.

Strangely, he never considered what he would do if Li Wei really was the alien or Superman in the video. Perhaps it was because he had no expectations of Li Wei, or perhaps he didn't sense any danger from Li Wei.

"It's something very important," the middle-aged man explained patiently upon hearing Li Wei's question. "Please cooperate with my work."

Li Wei glanced at the middle-aged man and suddenly said, "Can I see your identification again?"

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly began to race uncontrollably.

He showed Levi his FBI badge again.

After looking at it, Li Wei suddenly laughed. "I was wearing a Ralph Lauren Purple Label jacket at the time," he said with a shrug.

The middle-aged man pulled a photo out of his pocket. The photo showed a blurry figure in mid-air.

"Is this it?" he asked, leaving the object vague and not asking what Li Wei was specifically.

Li Wei clearly understood, and he smiled, "Yes."

The middle-aged man instinctively put the photo away: "Mr. Li Wei, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come with us."

"Oh?" Li Wei said nonchalantly, "Why?"

"Top secret, it concerns national security," the middle-aged man said. "Mr. Li Wei, please cooperate."

"etc?!"

Anya suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man, "You're really planning to take Li Wei away like this? And your reason is such a ridiculous national security claim? You don't even need to provide evidence? Is this still America?"

She grew increasingly agitated, taking a step forward to stand between the middle-aged man and Li Wei: "So, tell me, officer," she emphasized the word "officer" with a particularly sarcastic tone, "what crime has my man committed?"

"Specifically, specifically..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, "but it doesn't involve any specific charges yet."

"Oh~" Anya drawled, "So, there was no arrest warrant, no investigation order, not even a simple summons."

The middle-aged man glanced at the composed Li Wei and suddenly realized that he had been focusing on Li Wei himself and seemed to have overlooked the power around him.

"This matter is highly confidential," he said. "Miss Anya Sergeevna, I..."

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of high heels came from behind him, and the middle-aged man subconsciously turned around.

A stunningly beautiful blonde woman, whose entire body seemed to glow with exquisite beauty, walked over, flanked by a row of bodyguards. The sound of her high heels came from her feet.

She walked straight over and placed herself between Li Wei and the middle-aged man.

"I just heard something that seemed to involve state secrets?" Her words immediately put immense pressure on the middle-aged man. "Elizabeth Mellon, hello agent."

Elizabeth Mellon, Mellon.

The middle-aged man repeated the surname in his mind, holding it in his throat and trying to swallow it repeatedly, but he just couldn't get it down.

The FBI has a special list of surnames. Anyone with these surnames must be reported to the Director of Justice's list before any action can be taken, and he must sign off on it.

Seeing that he remained silent, Elizabeth politely continued, "If you need to apply for official documents, I can call the Director of the Justice Bureau on your behalf to inquire whether he was aware of the arrest and summons of Levi, and whether he authorized it personally. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely. "I...I'll go back and ask again," he said, "to see if it's okay."

"They made a mistake over there."

Leaning against the car door, Li Wei watched Elizabeth and Anya protecting him without saying a word. He felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but at the same time, he was no longer bothered by this small crisis.

He's now only 1.5 free attribute points away from becoming a Hero Knight, and as for the Believer, after "The Last Dragon" is released for another 2 or 3 days, his stats should be almost full.

Moreover, even without accumulating enough power, his current physique is already sufficient to make him immune to all weapons in the world; even nuclear bombs would not be able to harm him in the slightest.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Li Wei didn't say anything more, but instead said, "Go, I'll be waiting for you."

After saying that, he opened the car door and got in, and Koenigsegg led the convoy away.

Only when the taillights of the last Land Rover disappeared from sight did the middle-aged man realize that his back was soaked with sweat.

He immediately called his boss and explained the situation.

"Who are you talking about?"

The boss seemed a little incredulous upon hearing the name, as if he felt his capable subordinate had suddenly lost his mind and become delirious.

Did he get hit in the head by a rugby ball?

He remained silent for several seconds, then repeated the question. After receiving the same answer from the middle-aged man, he suddenly exploded: "Li Wei? You said you want to request a summons for Li Wei? The Li Wei from the Giants? The Li Wei who just donated a hundred million to the homeless, whose movie is still showing and is a global blockbuster?"

"I know you want to be the first to uncover clues and earn credit, but isn't your choice of target a bit too extreme?"

"But he didn't deny it," the middle-aged man said, "and I have a feeling that he is."

"You son of a bitch, your brain is full of shit, you understand?" The boss laughed angrily. "What makes you think you can get a subpoena? Do you think his legal team and the woman behind him are just sitting around doing nothing?"

"That's the Mellon family, the chairman of the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation!" the boss said. "And this is all just your imagination; you can't take it seriously at all."

The middle-aged man advised, "Boss, don't call me boss." The superior said mercilessly, "You're my boss now."

I want to give it a try.

"You know that even if your application passes my review, it won't be valid, right? Anything involving Li Wei requires the director's signature."

"I know, I want to try."

"Do whatever you want," the boss muttered after a few seconds of silence. "After you finish writing this, remember to write yourself an application to go to a mental hospital for treatment."

The middle-aged man smiled, and his boss hung up the phone without hesitation.

He opened his laptop, the cursor blinking on the reason for the application, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally clicked it.

At the same time, Long Island Manor.

As soon as they entered, Anya eagerly pushed Li Wei down onto the large sofa.

"Do it now?" Li Wei blinked innocently and said, "It's not even dark yet."

Anya gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me, what's going on with the FBI?"

Looking at Anya's grimacing face, Li Wei couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, only to be slapped away.

"Okay," Li Wei thought for a moment, "it should be around December 16th."

"December 16th?" Anya thought for a moment, "The day you bought me the cake?"

Li Wei nodded: "On the way back, we encountered two F-35 fighter jets on a mission, and we just went up to say hello."

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"And then?" Anya asked.

"Then," Li Wei shrugged, "then maybe the fighter jets took pictures of the jacket I was wearing."

"Oh right," he said as if he had just remembered something, "you bought this coat for me."

"Me!" Anya was stunned for a moment. "I...I'll bite you to death!"

"Although," Elizabeth walked over with a cup of hot tea, gracefully swaying her hips to avoid Anya's kicking legs, and sat down a short distance away with her legs pressed tightly together. She slowly took a sip of the hot tea. "Should we do something about this? Suppress it."

“I do have connections with some senators and ministers,” Elizabeth said. “It’s just a phone call. We haven’t committed any crime or done anything wrong, so withdrawing the subpoena is quite simple.”

Li Wei flipped over and straddled Anya, casually waving his hand: "No need, let them investigate."

Elizabeth turned her head to look at Anya, who was struggling between Levi's legs: "Do you think they won't find anything out?"

"It's no big deal that they found out," Li Wei said. "There's nothing to hide anymore."

Anya, who was beneath him, was taken aback. "I'm not ready yet," she said somewhat anxiously. "How about in a few days?"

"What are you preparing?" Elizabeth asked. "The dress, jewelry, and nails are all done. What else do you want done, and how long do you plan to prepare?"

Kim Ha-eun also chimed in at the opportune moment: "Shouldn't we also prepare information on LW's partners, staff, and public relations strategy?"

"How about this," Li Wei thought for a moment, "we'll officially announce it in another week. What do you guys think?"

The three women thought for a moment, then hurriedly returned to their rooms to prepare.

Later that evening, there was another knock on Li Wei's door.

"Uncle Don Quixote?" Li Wei asked upon seeing the visitor, "Aren't you asleep yet, so late?"