Chapter 1 A Thorough Person

Fang Senyan was an extremely time-conscious person. Although there was still plenty of time before the deadline for completing the mission, after concluding that he needed to find someone, he immediately looked up the specific address of the person he was looking for and hurried over.

The target Fang Senyan chose was the head of the quality inspection department of Workshop III. First, his position was relatively low, so the government's attention and defense would naturally be insufficient. Second, this kind of grassroots leader would inevitably have a clearer understanding of his subordinates than the aloof personnel department.

Obviously, not every citizen of the United States received the tight protection of agents. Fang Senyan did not want to use violence on everyone he met. After they went to knock on the door, they were invited into the living room to sit on the sofa. The yawning hostess, wearing pajamas, even offered them her homemade cookies and hand-ground black coffee, before going to operate the vacuum cleaner.

The workshop director was a beer-bellied American fat man. The European Cup was being broadcast on TV, and he had a bottle of beer in his hand. It seemed that this was the main reason why the family had not gone to bed yet.

The fat man would smile when he saw people, and his eyes would narrow when he smiled, but forehead wrinkles had already appeared. His young daughter was very excited to see guests, and was riding on a plastic horse, clapping her hands and laughing loudly, but was soon taken inside by the hostess.

Fang Senyan smiled across the coffee table at the workshop director:

"The cookies smell really good... I'm sorry to visit you so late, but don't worry, Mr. Dersley, it won't take too much time."

Mr. Dersley took a sip of beer and laughed loudly:

"The semi-final of my European Cup starts in half an hour, so let's get it done before then."

Fang Senyan went straight to the point:

"I'm here to ask you about a person. The characteristics of this person are as follows."

As he spoke, Fang Senyan handed over a piece of paper, on which was written his assessment of the target. After Mr. Dersley read it, his face suddenly became quite ugly. He was about to speak, but Fang Senyan preemptively said:

"Please don't refuse me, because... you have to understand the consequences of refusing me first."

"First." Fang Senyan signaled San Zai to bring over a combination lock box, then opened it, allowing Mr. Dersley to see the full stacks of US dollars inside: "You will lose this additional income worth $500,000."

Then Fang Senyan threw the combination lock box to the dazed fat man, who caught it smoothly, his expression very wooden. Then Fang Senyan smiled again and said:

"Actually, I'm a very strong bastard, and this bastard usually gets very angry after being rejected."

As Fang Senyan spoke, he saw a solid metal ashtray on the table. He grabbed it with his hand, and then began to exert force.

Mr. Dersley watched in stunned silence as his ashtray was slowly kneaded into an irregular sphere, and then in the creaking sound, metal slag actually began to overflow from the gaps in Fang Senyan's fingers, as if plasticine was being squeezed out!

"Now, do you remember anything, or do you have any good news to tell me?" Fang Senyan stared into Dersley's eyes and said, "Besides, I can't help but say, your daughter is very cute."

Sweat flowed down Dersley's cheeks. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but found his throat was extremely dry. After taking a sip of beer, he calmed himself down and said:

"The person in the information you gave is likely to be Nicolas. The only difference is that Nicolas also drinks alcohol, and often gets drunk."

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes:

"Then could it be someone else?"

Dersley said very affirmatively:

"It can't be anyone else."

Fang Senyan smiled:

"So, I can find him at the entrance of Nokeson Factory tomorrow morning. Do you have a photo of him?"

Dersley was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly:

"Sir, if you want to find him, I'm afraid the procedure will be very troublesome. You have to go through a series of complicated procedures, and it's likely that you won't even get approval, because he's being held in Foxrive Prison, and seems to be a serious offender."

This time it was Fang Senyan's turn to be stunned. He never expected such an ending. After recovering from the shock, Fang Senyan smiled bitterly and said:

"So, what did he do to get imprisoned?"

"A group of people in black suits took him away. They weren't police officers. We suspect it was the FBI. The only answer I got regarding his arrest was that he endangered national security." Mr. Dersley was very cooperative.

Fang Senyan nodded and stood up:

"So far, I appreciate and am satisfied with your cooperation. When you fulfill my last request, we will leave, and no one will know we were ever here - please give me a photo of Mr. Nicolas, a clear photo."

Dersley walked straight into the bedroom, took out a group photo, and satisfied Fang Senyan's request. Nicolas's face was circled in red pen, very clearly. It was a face that looked refined and somewhat decadent, but the cleanly shaved face showed that he was still full of confidence in life.

After Fang Senyan got the photo, he stood up and walked out without hesitation. More importantly, he left the combination lock box behind. However, after closing the door, he suddenly opened it again, smiling and saying:

"Mr. Dersley, if I were you, I definitely wouldn't talk about what happened tonight, otherwise, you will at least lose $500,000."

After the group returned to the chaotic slum, Fang Senyan began to look up a series of information about Foxrive Prison, but the more he looked, the more ugly his face became.

According to the recorded information, this is a super-large, high-security prison. In fact, it is also the ultimate prison (that is, a prison for serious offenders) in the United States. Since its completion, the prison has been famous for torturing prisoners.

Those serious offenders only have 9 hours a week to be outside their cells, and can hardly have contact with others. Prisoners hardly get any sunlight, and can only stay in their cells, eating three meals a day in their rooms.

The cells are made of concrete. And all the facilities in the cells are fixed and cannot be moved. If someone tries to block the sewer, the toilet will automatically close, and the shower water will be turned off regularly every day to prevent someone from wasting it.

Many advanced technologies are used in the prison. More than three thousand armed-to-the-teeth guards are monitoring it twenty-four hours a day. In addition, the military base next to it can quickly dispatch within fifteen minutes to quell all riots in the prison.

Zi, who was originally looking up the formal visitation procedures, walked directly over at this time, and said to Fang Senyan crisply:

"It won't work. To apply for a visit to this damn prison, you must apply three months in advance. More importantly, online messages say that the chance of the application being approved is almost as rare as a spot on a lunar mission."

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"Then is there any news about Mr. Nicolas?"

"Yes." Zi sighed and said, "Only his name and photo, indicating that he is indeed in that prison, and then... nothing after that. Serious offenders have no human rights, and no information. It is said that he is also wearing heavy magnetic shackles."

Fang Senyan seemed to be sucking in a breath of cold air like a toothache, and said:

"Breaking into that place is already a very troublesome thing. We know absolutely nothing about it. We don't even know where Mr. Nicolas is being held, and the area of Foxrive Prison seems to be larger than the entire Los Angeles! More importantly, we have to bring this ordinary person out of there completely intact..."

"We need intelligence, a lot of intelligence, and more importantly, we can't alert anyone else. So, the number of people we coerce and lure cannot exceed three." Zi said very affirmatively: "If we want to be efficient, then we must start from the high levels of the prison. For us, we don't need to care too much about the problem of breaking in, but more about escaping from that damn place."

"You're right." Fang Senyan said seriously. "This damn mission is starting to make me feel pressured. More importantly, I can't see where the end of the mission is so far."

Early the next morning, Fang Senyan and Hei Ge set off to stake out near Foxrive Prison. Because this already involved some military and police secrets, and the information on the Internet was not as rich as it would be later, the two were completely in the dark about the administrative situation of the prison, and could only start with the initial collection of intelligence.

However, judging from the vehicles driven to work, it was still possible to clearly distinguish the difference between leaders and ordinary employees. Although Fang Senyan and Hei Ge could not enter the parking lot, Hei Ge still used his agile advantage to sneak into a nearby residence and skillfully locked onto a target:

"The prison doctor in Foxrive Prison."

This was a very crucial gain. The prison doctor's position was not high and he did not receive enough attention, but he had to establish medical records for every prisoner, so he had the basic information of all prisoners. Moreover, because some prisoners might have difficulty moving and it was not convenient to go to the medical room, he was very familiar with the internal structure of the prison by taking advantage of the opportunity to make house calls.

So after Fang Senyan took the time to have a "sincere exchange" with this doctor named Balland, they got Mr. Nicolas's file card in the prison.