At 9:30 in the morning, Sun Cheng drove alone to a car repair shop in Miami.

As soon as he drove the rental car in, he got off the car and saw Tych wave at him.

"Hi, Sun."

"Hi, Tyche!"

After more than half a year of running-in, Sun Cheng has become very accustomed to the familiarity with the Americans.

"Come with me!"

Tyche clapped his hands and pointed to the warehouse behind: "Brian and the others are here?"

"them?"

Sun Cheng was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it. He thought it was Brian and Roman who came here together.

Then Tych opened the door and let him walk into the warehouse alone, and he knew he had made a mistake.

I saw that in the warehouse behind the car repair shop, in addition to Brian and his little boy Roman, there was also an obese old black man, a middle-aged white man, and a young white man.

As soon as he saw them, Sun Cheng immediately guessed their identities.

"Hi, Sun!"

Brian took the initiative to say hello to Sun Cheng as soon as he came in, and his attitude was much better than the repeated tests with hostility and guard against the previous two days.

"Hi, Brian, Roman."

Sun Cheng also smiled and nodded, took off his sunglasses and hung them on the pocket of his casual shirt on his chest.

"What are these?" He glanced at the remaining three people and asked on his own initiative.

"My boss, two of CBP!"

Brian's fingers were on the old black man in turn, and he and the other two white men of the Qingyi Middle School were each for a brief moment, and he simply wrote it over.

Sun Cheng noticed that the middle-aged white man's face frowned in an instant.

I just don't know whether I am dissatisfied with Brian's private disclosure of his identity or pointing at him.

"Hello, Billkins, Mr. Detective, I have long admired Daming."

The bald old black man had a kind smile on his face and took the initiative to reach out and shook Sun Cheng.

Sun Cheng knew that he was Brian's immediate boss in FBI. The reason why Brian was able to participate in the CBP-led case was also the result of Billkins' push behind the scenes.

"Hello Agent Billkins, call me Hunter or Sun!"

Sun Cheng also has several fake FBI certificates in his hand, which he spent a lot of money to ask someone to forge.

The identity of Asians is actually very embarrassing in the United States. Sometimes, in order to facilitate the convenience of not being targeted when going out for tasks, it will be much less trouble to have a fake FBI ID.

However, in order to pretend to be more similar, Sun Cheng spent some time and carefully studying fbi.

According to the information he knows, the FBI position level is level 19, level d4 is the highest, and level a1 is the lowest.

D1 or above belongs to the supervisor, and basically the position level of FBI in charges in all parts of the United States is D1 or above.

Level a1-2 is generally a newly recruited and trained probation agent, while a3-4 is an intern agent who has been professionally trained for a period of time.

b1-2 is a formal agent, and b3-4 is an outstanding agent.

C1 or above are senior agents, including operation team leaders, regional supervisors, supervisors, etc.

Because of the special nature of FBI, although there are many things that can be found on the Internet, Sun Cheng can't find much about confidential internal information and organizational situations.

His eyes stayed on Billkins for a while, and he soon had speculation.

This Billkins has a position level of at least C1, and is likely to be an agent at level C2-C3.

After all, it is not possible for any individual to coordinate with the law enforcement officers in Miami Customs to handle cases.

Sun Cheng also noticed that the two people on the CBP side were not interested in him. The young policeman was fine. Through the expression on his face, he could feel that the other party was also very interested in him.

However, the other person's attitude was not so friendly. He didn't even say hello, and didn't even look at him directly.

Sun Cheng did not make any statement about this.

It has been 2011, and racial discrimination and occupational discrimination in the United States have not been eliminated, but tend to become increasingly serious.

There are many white people who discriminate against blacks and Asians. When the other party did not provoke him, Sun Cheng just thought that the other party was nothing.

Brian also saw that the two people in CBP did not introduce their ideas to Sun Cheng. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by his immediate boss.

"Sun, I have heard a lot about you from Brian. Do you have any ideas to come to our FBI to work?"

As if he didn't see Brian ready to speak, Bilkins took the initiative to introduce him, and after he smiled and said to Sun Cheng.

Sun Cheng looked at him with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, but my office earns more than one million meters per year!"

He had investigated and knew that the average income revealed by Agent FBI to me was at least at level B3, and he would have an annual salary of about 70,000 to 80,000 meters.

After ordinary people join FBI, it takes about five to ten years to reach this level.

Although FBI may have some hidden benefits and gray income, Sun Cheng does not think that after joining FBI, he will quickly earn an annual salary of more than one million meters.

Not to mention that Sun Cheng is not used to being restricted, especially intelligence agencies like FBI.

Billkins obviously didn't expect that he would refuse so simply, but he choked all the words he had organized temporarily.

In the United States, a country where money is the most important, it is perfect to directly discuss remuneration.

After all, this is a country that carries the "sound of making money, not shabby" in its core, and can even start wars for it and make money from the dead.

When Brian saw that his boss was choked, he quickly took over the conversation.

"Sun, please come here and be the deputy director of CBP. He wants to ask you something!"

Sun Cheng nodded. He almost guessed it, and he didn't feel surprised.

"Excuse me!"

The deputy director from the law enforcement agency under CBP asked bluntly: "Brian said you told him that Monica has been exposed. Where is your source of information?"

This impolite tone of reproach made Sun Cheng frown. He looked at Brian and gave him a questioning look.

Brian shrugged, "I told him truthfully, but the Deputy Director didn't believe it!"

It seems that I have encountered a self-righteous old stubborn man!

Sun Cheng understood in his heart, and immediately no longer had the idea of ​​arguing with him.

"Mr. Deputy Director, I am a private detective. I was entrusted by Mr. Brian's employment in the early hours of yesterday morning to sneak into Carter Veron's estate, and entered his office at night, found something from his locked drawer."

"I can't assure you that Ms. Monica has been exposed. But I did see the information in a survey document in the drawer of Carter Veron's office."

"In order not to be exposed, I was unable to bring out that document. The reason for making the speculation that Ms. Monica had already exposed was the speculation I made based on the documents I saw!"

"I think Mr. Brian should have told you the specific speculation process. If you don't believe it, I can't do anything."

"You can't let me risk my life into Carter Veron's manor again and steal the things for you?"
Chapter completed!