Chapter 1564: Chapter 1564: Waiting Online for Answers
The FBI finally reached their limit and sought Sofia overnight, pleading with her to put an end to her mystical powers.
Sofia, however, responded, "It wasn’t me. I was asleep when it happened. There are plenty of surveillance cameras to prove it."
The FBI, of course, knew she was asleep, but since it involved mysticism, they found it difficult to speak up. In the end, McWhite shamelessly requested, "How about this: you say, ’I decree, you are pardoned of your sins.’"
"Don’t even think about it!" Sofia flatly refused, "Those whom I have declared guilty must face punishment. Also, if anyone dares to disturb my rest in the future, they too will be guilty... McWhite, I want to have authentic General Tso’s Chicken for breakfast tomorrow!"
She didn’t mention what she would do if she couldn’t get the General Tso’s Chicken, but did it need to be said?
She had already been disturbed this evening, offering the other party a chance to make amends... wasn’t that already quite magnanimous?
McWhite thought so too. Although the weather was cold at the moment, it wasn’t snowing anymore, so a helicopter could fly. He figured it was better to send a helicopter to get Sofia’s breakfast than to hear the words "I decree."
However, as he researched General Tso’s Chicken, he almost cried out—God, there’s no such thing as authentic for this dish...
But Sofia was ultimately easygoing, and feeling that the General Tso’s Chicken was similar enough to what she had eaten, she let it go.
Others keenly noticed this detail and, during her interrogation, someone came over from afar, shivering as they greeted her, "Miss Jansen, what would you like for lunch?"
The two people questioning her glared at him, but he didn’t care and shrugged his shoulders.
Sofia glanced at him and recognized that he was also an agent who had been to her house, so she straightforwardly shook her head, "I will not eat lunch you buy. Anyone I have judged, I will never forgive!"
"That’s enough, Nick!" the lead interrogator shouted, "Get out of my sight, or I won’t hesitate to report you for obstructing official duties, leave immediately, now!"
Nick, who had a much lower rank, had no choice but to leave, though feeling deflated, he couldn’t help but mutter, "You’re questioning her too, and you think you’re a good person?"
"Bastard!" shouted the interrogator, slamming the table, "Believe me, with one phone call, I’ll send you to the Eagle-Snake Nation!"
Nick truly didn’t dare to retort and ran off in a flash.
The lead interrogator’s chest heaved a few times before he turned back to Sofia, forcing a smile, "Miss Jansen, what would you like for lunch..."
Sofia didn’t want to accept his flattery and blandly stated, I just want to leave quickly.
Her lawyer informed her that she could leave the next day, but she didn’t want to stay a minute longer.
The interrogator spoke in a low voice, "I suggest you leave later. Lady Patricia might use the police against you."
This was his speculation. The FBI had decided not to yield to pressure from above, but the police would have a hard time resisting the demands of the Congresswoman’s wife.
Sofia knew why Patricia hated her, so she was not at all grateful for his reminder, just asking back, "Shouldn’t she be causing trouble for the FBI?"
The interrogator was momentarily speechless, managing only an awkward chuckle—Gatekeeper Xilai’s behavior was indeed related to his character, but it really did have a lot to do with how the FBI indulged him.
They thought, after all, the unit needed someone like him, and given Xilai’s background, he could handle it no matter whom he provoked.
However, a hunter will eventually meet a tiger, and he finally got into trouble with someone he couldn’t afford to offend.
That afternoon, the FBI encountered several more unexpected incidents, which everyone had gotten used to. The latter incidents all occurred at the unit—the agents were people too and didn’t want to bring danger to their families.
And in the unit, at least they could receive help from colleagues, avoiding situations where they might bleed out and die.
However, the subsequent acts of retribution were much milder; they only involved sudden unconsciousness, with victims waking up within half a day to a day.
By the night before she left, all the punishments had come to pass, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, it’s over."
Early the next morning, McWhite was still trying to persuade Sofia to stay a bit longer. Now that she had passed the danger period, it was the perfect time for more communication, but Sofia firmly disagreed, and her lawyer stated if they continued flip-flopping, they would have to bear the consequences.
Thus, McWhite could only express his regret and allow her to leave in her lawyer’s car.
At that moment, Sofia’s mind quivered as a message came through, her expression changing slightly—although she knew that Elder Feng was always by her side, this was the first time in three days she had received a direct instruction from him.
After pausing for a moment, she shook her head at McWhite, "I won’t take the lawyer’s car; you arrange a car to take me back."
The lawyer was about to persuade her not to cause trouble but was silenced by her icy glare, not daring to speak further.
"Isn’t this unnecessary?" McWhite forced a bitter smile, "It’s a nine hundred kilometer round trip, with some areas still covered in snow. I think the lawyer’s car is quite nice."
"It’s not about the car," Sofia shook her head, her voice emotionless, "The way you brought me here is the way you should take me back... are my demands excessive?"
"Of course, it’s not too much, but..." McWhite stopped halfway through his sentence when he saw the expressionless face on the other side and swallowed his other words, nodding, "Okay, I’ll arrange a regular bulletproof car to send you, alright?"
The FBI has many special vehicles, utility vehicles, disguise vehicles, surveillance vehicles, and so on. Bulletproof cars are not uncommon, the strongest bulletproof features belong to assault vehicles, armored transports, etc. But sending a bulletproof vehicle for escort is quite a decent treatment.
McWhite was worried, Sofia requested "equal specifications," using four vehicles to send her back, so he decided to get ahead a bit.
Sofia wasn’t picky, she invited a female assistant to a lawyer to ride with her, with the driver and co-driver being FBI agents.
Since she was out, she wasn’t in a rush to go home. She drove to a city area eighty kilometers ahead, found a hotel, booked a room, took a refreshing bath, and changed her clothes.
Although she wasn’t mistreated at the FBI division, being monitored in every aspect was uncomfortable, even going to the bathroom required concealing oneself, let alone taking a bath.
She could bathe inside, but... the feeling of bathing while wearing a robe, that’s truly something only those who have experienced it would know.
Bathing, makeup, combined with lunch, took her three hours, and others could only wait for her.
At eleven o’clock in the afternoon, the group walked out of the hotel towards the parking lot.
Just as Sofia was about ten meters away from the bulletproof car, a muffled sound rang out, and the two FBI agents, upon hearing it, immediately rolled to the ground, one shouted "deploy the gun!" Another more directly pointed out, "Damn, it’s a sniper rifle!"
The two had no intention of protecting Sofia, as they weren’t tasked with that. Escorting her back with a bulletproof car was already above standard—after all, who had ever heard of the FBI escorting someone home after their investigation?
Sofia had a bodyguard named Bonnie, allocated by the Jansen Family for her use, but he was recently called back by the family for other duties, and Johnson, responsible for guarding the home, didn’t come, so Bonnie came along this time.
But Bonnie never expected that the employer could actually attract a sniper rifle attack.
Most of the time, when the sniper rifle’s sound is heard by everyone, the bullet has already arrived in advance.
Bonnie was nearly forty, physical strength and reaction speed were no longer at their peak, and many times he relied on rich experience to complete his work, but as a reconnaissance soldier, his sight and hearing were still very sharp.
He instantly determined the direction of the gunshot, lunging towards Sofia, shouting, "Get down!"
However, to his surprise, he didn’t manage to knock down the slender and tall girl; instead, it felt like he had collided with a rubber door. Although not injured, his body ached slightly from the impact.
He had a gut feeling that he hadn’t actually collided with Sofia but with an aura surrounding her body, and because he wasn’t prepared, he was bounced off by that aura.
His body was still flying through the air from the rebound when the thought already popped in his mind, "Oh no!"
But at the same time, he heard a cold shout, "Destroy!"
He only heard the sound, but the two FBI agents who had just hidden behind the car saw her move.
Sofia had just taken a bath, her youthful aura was on full display, yet this dainty girl, when under gunfire, neither dodged nor avoided, raised her hand towards the direction of the gunfire and shouted "Destroy!"
Imagining it, the scene was filled with the aura of a middle school girl, but both agents were aware of her mystical abilities, and for a moment, felt a sacred pressure emanating from her!
Most bewildered was the sniper on a high building three hundred meters away.
His original plan was to ambush in the suburbs, create a car accident to block the bulletproof car, and opportunistically snipe the girl, a plan filled with a series of uncertainties—though none were too significant when added up, the success rate was unsatisfactory.
When he learned that the girl had temporarily stayed in the hotel, he decided to rush over.
Exemplary snipers are adept at speculating one’s thoughts; he reckoned the young girl would stay there for three days, and a bath plus makeup would take at least two hours... with some food, basically three hours.
His calculations were spot on, and during that time, he successfully located a sniper position.
The target, swaggering in the parking lot—this kind of task was what he felt most confident about.
However, with full confidence in his shot, the target remained unharmed?
What had just happened?
His confidence in the shot was too overwhelming, leaving almost no intention to fire another round—even if he wanted to, he would need to understand how much the first shot deviated.
But he had a feeling, it seems like the bullet did hit the target but seemed... to be deflected?
God, can anyone tell me what exactly happened? Waiting online, quite urgent.
The next moment, he no longer had any thoughts of asking God because his head suddenly exploded—not surprisingly, he encountered God while waiting online after all.
(Updated to, summon monthly tickets.)