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

(Latest update: You American cop, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?)

The perspective crosses the Pacific Ocean and returns to that windowless conference room buried deep underground in China.

By this time, the air in the conference room had become unusually hot due to the heated argument, and even the air purifier was almost smoking.

There were more people sitting at the conference table. In addition to the original team, several experts specializing in North American sociology and behavioral psychology were specially transferred from several top think tanks and the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences.

The message Alex left on the note about Leon Vance's drive to come from the East has been sent back home and is now being projected word for word onto a giant screen.

"Bang!"

Professor Zhou, the expert who was previously in charge of psychological profiling and cultural analysis, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, like a victorious rooster.

"Did you see that! Did you see that, comrades!"

Professor Zhou, beaming with excitement, pointed at the screen and recited Lyon's exact words on the screen, complaining about America's medical waste, rampant drug trafficking, "happy education," and political correctness, spitting as he spoke:

"What did I say before? Cultural identity! The convergence of underlying logic!"

"This is absolutely not something a normal white American would say!"

"What does his yearning for a safe and secure environment and his deep-seated abhorrence of America's unbridled liberalism tell us?"

"This shows that his core values ​​have long leaned towards our established order and society! I figured it out long ago; even if he wasn't a covert comrade, he was an extremely rare pro-China figure!"

"Only here can make him feel safe!"

"Bullshit! You surnamed Zhou! You're like someone who sees everything as a nail when they have a hammer. Give me a break!"

Sitting opposite him was an elderly sociology professor with thinning hair, Wang Peilin, who slammed his hand on the table and retorted without any politeness.

These two individuals have never gotten along in academia and often engage in verbal battles in core journals.

"What kind of cultural identity is this?"

"Find a taxi driver in a red state, or a redneck rancher in Texas; the language they use to swear at liberals, LGBT people, and street drug dealers is a million times dirtier than this Vance!"

Researcher Wang tapped the tablet in his hand.

"This is just a typical venting session by an American conservative pragmatist dissatisfied with the status quo! How can you take it all in and label it as an endorsement of Eastern culture?"

"He was just pushed to the limit!"

"You don't know anything!"

Old Zhou retorted without backing down.

"If pushed too far, he'll defect to socialism? Wang Peilin, are you out of your mind?"

"Rednecks are hurling insults to get elected Republicans! But what about Vance? After his rant, he chose to directly contact Eastern students wanting to become spies, and even offered to send Raytheon and Boeing engineers to us across the ocean!"

"Is this something a simple conservative would do? Explain it to me!"

"That's because he wants to run away and needs a pledge of loyalty! You charlatan who spouts mysticism!"

"You're such a rigid, old-fashioned scholar who only knows how to look at data!"

The meeting room immediately descended into chaos, with several experts arguing fiercely over their differing opinions.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the conference table, veteran agent Lao Zhang was idly picking his ear.

Old Zhang's full name is Zhang Jianguo, and he is the most experienced person in this room.

He spent twenty years infiltrating North America and eventually made a clean break. His understanding of American grassroots society, gangs, and the FBI's operating model is deeper than all the academic experts present combined.

The young analyst sitting next to Lao Zhang, Xiao Li (Li Hao), is Lao Zhang's apprentice. He gets scolded a lot, but he has learned a lot from him.

At this moment, Xiao Li was looking at the analysis report on the screen with a conflicted expression, muttering to himself.

"Master, what exactly is Vance after...? I feel like Professor Zhou and Researcher Wang's points both make some sense..."

"That makes absolutely no sense."

Old Zhang slapped Xiao Li on the back of the head.

"Ouch, Master, why did you hit me..." Little Li muttered aggrievedly, covering his head.

"I hit you because you're not quick-witted. Listening to those office geezers arguing too much will make you stupid."

Old Zhang took out a cigarette from his pocket, paused on the table, and said calmly:

"Whether Vance yearns for the East or simply thinks America is terrible and wants a change of scenery, does it matter?"

"That's just his own brain activity; you wouldn't understand it even if you dissected his skull."

Old Zhang pointed at the screen with his finger holding a cigarette:

"When gathering intelligence, don't listen to what others say, observe what they do."

"He brought in old Bill from Thor, and now he's pulled Boeing's Arthur back from the brink of death, and he's eager to hand him over to us."

"This shows that he does have valuable information, and that his current situation is indeed as he said, very dangerous and urgent."

Old Zhang turned his head and looked at Director Zhao Qiming, who had been sitting in the main seat without saying a word.