While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Chapter 93 Eastern European Empire Spies

Inside the largest conference room at the FBI headquarters in Washington, numerous high-ranking officials were listening to a report about Tom.

Among the high-ranking officials in the audience was even Director John Edgar Hoover.

A kind-looking old man, but with a subtle yet intimidating aura between his brows.

Beside him was Deputy Director Clyde Thorsen.

Unlike the director's imposing presence, the deputy director had a sunny and cheerful demeanor, making him a kind of ugly version of Tom.

Ethel stood on the stage and pasted an enlarged print of the Detroit Daily News onto the blackboard.

In the center of the newspaper was a large photograph depicting the human fire of "fatherly love."

It's clearly a report about Nate.

Ethel stated, "The mastermind behind this has been identified as Tom Smith."

"Based on the information I just presented, what are your thoughts on Tom Smith?"

"My personal opinion is that he is under strict surveillance and there are definitely foreign forces assisting him."

"Otherwise, the monitoring wouldn't have failed multiple times."

"If we're going to arrest them, we must catch them all!"

The events in Detroit this morning have blown up a lot.

The matter even reached FBI headquarters, and Hoover reviewed all the information, including all of Tom's.

Even Ethel was urgently recalled to headquarters just to report on Tom's situation in detail so that the higher-ups could make a judgment.

After Ethel finished speaking, murmurs arose from the audience.

"He's a pure fascist!"

"America cannot tolerate this kind of person."

"No, no, no, I'm more concerned about this document, which says that Tom and the Van Deer group have a close relationship."

"The successor team leader was practically his subordinate."

"Do you think Tom could be a spy for the Eastern European Empire?"

Hoover sat in the head seat, recalling another document from that morning.

No one but Tom could see the top-secret documents.

Even Ethel, the president's daughter-in-law and the person specifically tasked with investigating Tom, was unaware of the situation.

The document contained very simple information: Tom was smuggling war supplies to Germany.

Based on the evidence alone, Tom could be shot eight hundred times over.

Judging from the current situation, Tom is planning to expand his smuggling business again, so execution by firing squad is too lenient a punishment.

However, there is no evidence to directly point to Tom as a spy.

If Tom is to be arrested simply for smuggling, then there are far more people in America who are more worthy of arrest than Tom.

Leaving aside others, even Ethel, standing on the podium, couldn't withstand an investigation into smuggling.

Hoover thought for a moment, and suddenly a strange thought popped into his head—

Should we wait and see?

Although Tom was half German, he did not have any deep connections with German immigrants except for smuggling.

Even the closest Mafia members were a purely Italian immigrant Mafia, who only truly rose to power with Tom's help.

Before Tom's help, that small-time mafia member wasn't even qualified to do smuggling trade with Italy.

Hoover didn't notice that he, who used to be "better to kill a million innocent people than let one guilty person go free," actually didn't want to take down Tom immediately.

Deputy Director Clyde patted Hoover on the shoulder and whispered, "Tom's girlfriend is Senator William's niece."

"Senator William, you know, is someone who has been following our old boss since he was a congressman in New York."

"If we're really talking about seniority, we should both call William 'senior'."

"So if you ask me, there's not enough evidence right now, so don't label Tom a spy for the Eastern European Empire."

"As for if it's fascism, we'll have to take it one step at a time and see."

"If we're going to investigate the fascists now, we can't just investigate Tom."

"At that time, the old boss's new policies will all be in vain."

Hoover nodded, considering William's influence and the current state of America, and decided to let Tom off the hook for now.

If Tom raises any further issues that violate his principles, it won't be too late to deal with him.

Hoover was unaware of his own unusual behavior regarding Tom's inexplicable kindness.

At this moment, a middle-aged or elderly white man stood up and said, "I support Ethel's opinion that Tom should be arrested as soon as possible."

"A man like Tom would be one of a kind in Europe."

Hoover raised his hand to interrupt, saying, "That's enough."

"This is America. Do not take action against Tom until there is concrete evidence that he colluded with high-ranking Nazi officials."

Deputy Director Clyde also stood up to smooth things over, saying, "Gentlemen, the FBI doesn't arrest everyone we see."

"Shouldn't there be at least some empirical evidence?"

"Do you think President Roosevelt would have tolerated arresting a newly elected city councilor based solely on empty promises?"

"Tom is a genuinely elected member of parliament."

Deputy Director Clyde's words left hardliners like Ethel speechless, unsure how to refute him.

Deputy Director Clyde continued, "Ethel, I've approved the special listening device you requested."

"Find concrete evidence by any means necessary. I assure you, as long as there is actual evidence."

"Don't even mention a city councilor; even if Tom were a senator, the FBI could take him down!"

Ethel's expression changed, and she nodded loudly, replying, "Yes!"

11:11 PM, Vanderbilt One apartment building, Manhattan, New York.

The private elevator in Denise's apartment building started moving.

Tom rushed back, forty-nine minutes early.

Tom, brimming with confidence, strode into the room like a victorious rooster.

Inside the room, Denise lay on her side on the sofa, half asleep and half awake, listening to the television.

The sound of the door opening startled Denise awake instantly, but she relaxed when she saw it was Tom.

Denise walked up to Tom, holding up one hand with a small ladies' watch on it.

Although it was small, Tom could see it clearly; it was 11:12.

Denise said directly, "Honey, you're late."

"Did not return at the designated time."

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

Tom's eyes widened immediately. He pointed to the watch, then to the clock in the apartment.

Let actions speak louder than words:

Look, sister, I'm not late.

Dani, right in front of Tom, set her watch an hour fast and shoved it in Tom's face.

It's as if it's saying: Look carefully, what time is it now?

Tom sighed, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then at Dani's watch.

What can Tom say when you're already like this?

Just bear with it.

If you say you're late, then you're late.

Poor little Tom, he's going to be manipulated by Denise again.

Truly within one's grasp.

The next morning, Denise, who hadn't slept all night, said hoarsely, "There's a man named Vito Corleone who wants you to contact him after you get back."

"There was another person named Thomas Muller who also made a phone call."

"Judging from their tone, they're both in a hurry."

Upon hearing these two names, Tom immediately thought of a large-scale smuggling operation.

Was there a problem with smuggling?

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