Lynn took out her phone, opened her contacts, and tapped on "Mammon's" number.

Miller never answers the phone more than three times.

"Um?"

One word.

FBI agents' telephone etiquette dictates that they should not proactively reveal their identity or their emotions.

"Someone is investigating my background."

"Who?"

"The hospital's board of directors used their high-level administrative privileges to access my entire personnel file. My employment application, transcripts, immigration documents—they took it all."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

In Miller's world, two seconds is considered a long time.

Why are we investigating you?

"It's probably because they performed surgery on the Speaker the day before yesterday and need to assess the situation."

Miller did not ask for details about the surgery.

He doesn't care what an intern does on the operating table.

What he was concerned about was, "Which level of investigation have they reached?"

"Did they trace your background further down to the federal law enforcement system?"

"Not yet. But if we don't stop, it's only a matter of time."

Miller fell silent again, this time for five seconds.

Lynn could imagine his expression on the other end of the phone.

A face in its forties, supporting three children, is currently engaged in a calculation of interests.

The money he embezzled from Emily, and the business of the shady clinic, were all tied to Lynn.

The council followed Lynn's lead to the FBI, then pushed it further in...

An active-duty federal agent uses informants to run an underground clinic, treating wounded gang members and extorting protection money.

It's not about losing your job.

He's in federal prison.

"What do you want me to do?"

Miller's tone remained unchanged.

It's like an old accountant discovering an extra expense in the ledger that shouldn't have been there.

This is Mammon, driven not by emotions, but by self-interest.

"Make them stop."

"reason?"

"You're more knowledgeable about this than I am, so I'll have to trouble you."

Miller chuckled softly.

I don't find it funny.

It is appreciation.

In his 23-year career as an agent, he had seen far too many fools.

Overwhelmed by fear, they dared not do anything; in a moment of impulsiveness, they rushed forward and bet all their cards.

Lynn is neither of those.

When he got into trouble, his first call wasn't to his lawyer or the media.

It is a call to stakeholders.

Because he knew that Miller couldn't refuse to help him in this matter.

This is not a request for help, it is a notification.

Inform you: We're all in this together. It's up to you to decide what to do.

This kind of person is worth investing in.

The premise is that the investment must yield a return.

"Okay. I'll help you with this."

Miller's voice softened.

"However, Lin..."

coming.

"I used internal channels to speak with the council; this is cross-departmental coordination. It's risky for FBI agents to contact board members of private organizations privately.

"I risked my life to take a bullet for you; you have to acknowledge that favor."

Lynn was waiting for his offer.

"Part of Emily's recovery payment has arrived in your account. We agreed that your share would be five thousand."

"I remember."

"The phone call will cost a thousand."

Lynn almost burst out laughing.

He even charges a fee for protecting himself from going to jail.

But Lynn did not bargain.

Miller had other things to take care of later.

"become."

Miller was taken aback by Lynn's straightforwardness.

Usually, when it comes to discussing money, the other party will make some excuses.

On second thought, this kid skipped the haggling, so he must have something else he needs me to do.

"Is there anything else?"

Miller pressed him for an answer.

"I need to get to know someone. A local New York journalist who covers the medical field."

really……

"What are you going to do?"

"Let's be friends."

Miller didn't press the matter further.

Asking follow-up questions is something only amateurs do.

The less you know, the less risk you have.

"I have two journalists like this. One works for the New York Post, who dares to write about anything but is prone to losing control. The other works for a local independent news website, which is small but professional and a veteran in medical malpractice litigation."

"The second one."

"Okay. I'll send you the number in a bit."

Miller paused for a moment.

"Referral fee, five hundred."

"Are you a networking intermediary?"

"Networking is an asset, Lin. As a doctor, you should understand that referrals also incur a commission."

"Alright. Deduct it from five thousand li."

"Oh, right, the clinic's protection fee this week."

"We haven't opened for business yet this week."

"You still have to pay even if you haven't made a sale. But seeing that you've been having a tough time lately... I'll just give you five hundred."

Lynn did the math.

The 5,000 yuan recovery fee is deducted as 1,000 yuan for phone calls, 500 yuan for referrals, and 500 yuan for protection money.

There are still three thousand left.

With just a few words, Miller took two thousand dollars from Lynn's pocket.

What he did, by contacting the council, was essentially to protect himself from going to jail.

It's like taking Lynn's money, doing your own thing, and even making a profit. Is this Mammon?

"That's settled then."

Miller was about to hang up the phone.

Miller.

"Um?"

"This is also to protect yourself."

"I know."

"You knew that, yet you still charged me a thousand?"

"You're stating your reasons, and I'm charging my price. Reasoning is free; I pay to get things done."

"Welcome to the real America."

beep--

It's over.

One hour later.

The FBI’s internal “interagency coordination channel” issued an oral recommendation to the Metropolitan Hospitals Board of Governors on the grounds of counterterrorism and public safety.

The content is very brief:

[Lynn is a registered informant in the federal system, and her background involves ongoing law enforcement operations. It is recommended that the court terminate the unconventional background check on her to avoid interfering with the federal investigation.]

Verbal suggestions.

No written records are kept.

The council representatives withdrew all investigations that afternoon.

In America, few people are willing to go against the FBI.

In particular, a group of council members who live off political donations and medical grants.

They're investigating Lynn because Lynn might have problems.

If the FBI says Lynn is fine, then there's no problem.

It's that simple.

The number Miller sent included an email address.

Lynn didn't make the call, after all, the other party wasn't the FBI, nor was it an old business partner.

The phone has a voiceprint, call logs, and base station location data.

Keep emails clean.

He helped Cassie organize the information she had just received.

Scanned copies of the attendance sheet and surgical briefing.

The surveillance footage was not attached, as the other party's capabilities are still unknown.

This is not a card that is revealed in the first round.

The email was very brief, simply summarizing the process.

Title:

"Metropolitan Hospital Speaker's Emergency Surgery - Are the Operating Room Records and Publicly Released Statements Consistent?"

send.

Close the page and clear your browsing history.

Lynn asked Cassie for a bowl of instant noodles; she had seen Cassie eating them with great relish earlier.

The kind that's close to its expiration date and on sale at the supermarket, a case of twelve tubs, which is less than a dollar per tub.

The soup base tasted like fake chicken, and the noodles were fried in cheap palm oil.

Lynn ate it all up.

They even drank the soup.

He had just thrown the bowl into the trash can when his walkie-talkie rang.

"Emergency trauma, bed number 3, eight-year-old boy, fell from the playground, suspected fracture of the distal radius on the left side, family is emotionally distraught."

"I'm going back now."

"Good luck! No, boss, you can definitely handle this!"

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