You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Seeing the glaring red warning words on the screen, "Entrapment Operation" and "Immediate Evacuation," Alex felt a chill run down his spine, and his previously drowsy mind instantly cleared.

As an international student living abroad, upon seeing such a serious warning from the national security department, the first reaction would definitely be to pack up your belongings, buy a plane ticket, and run away.

But instead of immediately closing his laptop, he sat on the bed, scratching his hair in frustration, his mind racing through every detail of his acquaintance with Leon.

Is this a case of entrapment?

Alex stared at the screen, muttering to himself.

That's a plausible interpretation, but considering the actual situation, something just doesn't feel right.

First, the timeline.

He's known Lyon for quite some time now.

More than six months, or even almost a year, he had dealt with Leon, who was then an ordinary night patrolman, when he went to deal with the unnatural deaths in the slums.

Back then, Lyon was no big shot at all. He drove around in his patrol car every day, dealing with all sorts of messy things like homeless brawls and drug overdoses. He had nothing to do with the title of Seattle hero, and he often made a mess of the scene because he didn't want to write reports.

Are the FBI or CIA just bored? Sending an elite agent to work as a low-level patrolman for over a year, just to lure in a bunch of hapless international students who complain online about being corpse collectors?

If I were to simply walk away one day, the sunk cost would be outrageous! Even capitalists would weep at that.

It doesn't seem as efficient as directly calling in underage street shooters who are skating.

Secondly, motivation and attitude.

A few nights ago, next to that tent with the dismembered corpses, Leon had already clearly complained to him that this country was rotten and that he wanted to save money to go to the East.

Not to mention Halloween, this guy Lyon actually delivered a truckload of hot pizzas to help a few hungry children from single-parent families.

This doesn't seem like something a cold-blooded U.S. federal agent would do.

Even if all of the above can be explained as a disguise, how do you explain Lyon in Chinese? This is also the point that makes Alex most convinced that Lyon could not be an enemy force.

Lyon's Chinese is terrible.

Pure native-level fluency!

But then again.

Alex was not a professional intelligence officer, after all.

His interactions with Lyon were mostly limited to work-related exchanges or chance encounters on the street, and he lacked sufficient understanding of Lyon's deeper background and true intentions.

He couldn't possibly vouch for Lyon's legitimacy.

Finally, Alex decided to set aside personal feelings and objectively tell the other party what he had seen and heard, letting the professionals make the judgment. He put his hands on the keyboard, deleted the warning left by the other party, and started typing in the drafts.

[Warning received. However, I believe the situation may differ from what was initially assumed. Details of the contact are as follows.]

First, my contact with him did not begin recently.

About a year ago, when he was still an unknown night patrolman, we met because of our work collecting corpses.

If this is a setup, then it was set up too early, too long ago, and is far too inefficient. I'm just a student.

Second, regarding his motives.

Before he became famous, he had expressed his disgust for the current state of American society to me.

A few nights ago, I saw him personally distributing relief to several hungry children from single-parent families in the community.

He had previously stated explicitly to others that Western media coverage of the East was entirely smear campaigns, and that he greatly admired the order and order there.

Third, and most importantly.

The target's Chinese is extremely fluent, not just to the point of being able to speak it, but at a native speaker level with no accent.

He is well-versed in domestic slang and cultural context.

Alex paused here, tidied his words, and continued typing:

When he spoke with me, he was very casual, didn't try to get information out of me, and clearly stated that his ultimate goal was to live in the East. He gave me Old Bill and this data for that purpose.

Of course, this is just my personal observation. I don't know him well and can't offer a 100% guarantee.

[Please reassess whether I need to continue contact or whether I should withdraw immediately.]

After typing the last word, Alex checked it over from beginning to end to make sure he had explained everything clearly before clicking to save the draft.

……

On the other side of the ocean, in that underground conference room without any windows.

As the encrypted email backend data refreshed, the young analyst projected Alex's newly written replies onto the screen, word for word.

A long and eerie silence fell over the conference room.

Several intelligence chiefs and senior agents who had just been so certain that this was a trap set by the US now had their brows furrowed into knots as they looked at the text on the screen.