After all, they usually didn't interfere with each other, and sometimes they would even cooperate a little. But today, someone suddenly came to raid them. Who wouldn't be confused? Who wouldn't be clueless?
A face-changing performance couldn't be this fast!
Maybe Trump could!
Brown, of course, immediately called Chris, the director of the IRS.
But Chris, having been warned by Morin in advance, had already taken his phone off the hook.
"The phone is off, so I can't hear. Won't pick up, won't pick up... hehehe, how frustrating~"
Chris, who was lying comfortably at home, couldn't help but say the words Morin had said when he left. He found it very amusing and...
"I'm a little hungry," Chris said, getting up from the sofa
and going to the refrigerator to get something to eat.
As for Ethan, he and his team successfully got in and knocked out the front desk employee in the storage room where the alarm was. Then, they started to change and prepare for their mission.
As for why no one had come to check on them...
"We've decided to fundamentally reform the CIA's internal management system."
Dal had just finished telling Morin about all the places the CIA was "planning to renovate."
Seeing that he had run out of things to talk about, and that Morin was about to ask about the real purpose of his visit, he had another stroke of genius and started to talk about... another topic to fool Morin.
"Oh?" Morin, who was happy to let the clock run out, asked, "How are you planning to do that?"
"Right now, our management system has a lot of problems. For example, in terms of responsibility, many tasks are only handled by one or a few people. While the responsibilities are clear, the efficiency is too low."
Dal started to use his administrative-head-level ability to make things up as he went along.
"We plan to use a cross-management system to increase management efficiency, so that our manpower and resources can be used more effectively, to improve security, and to fix some of the current loopholes in the CIA's management. Of course, this will also require a lot of funding..."
Morin: "..."
Morin looked at Dal again, and he was starting to get confused about whether this man was pretending to be stupid or was actually stupid.
If he was actually stupid, he was very good at reading the room and could point out all the flaws that the CIA was currently facing.
If he was pretending to be stupid...
That didn't make sense!
How could he possibly know the details of Ethan and his team's mission, and also know that Morin and Ethan were working together?
Morin felt that this was impossible.
Which meant it was a bluff again?
Morin listened to Dal's rambling, nodding and occasionally interjecting.
Morin couldn't figure out what was going on with Dal right now.
But his superhuman brain had already come up with dozens of ways to deal with different situations.
So, he didn't have to worry about any life-threatening issues.
He just had to deal with things as they came.
No matter what, Morin was basically a superhuman in this world, not to mention all the high-tech equipment he had from the IRS's R&D department.
Protecting himself was more than enough.
And a direct confrontation was unlikely to happen in this mission, because what Morin's identity represented was something that even Brown, the director of the CIA, had to consider carefully.
On the other side, after trying to call Chris again and failing, Brown gave up.
He decided to find another way to solve the problem and deal with the current situation.
"Since you're the one who wants to turn against me, don't blame me!" Brown said, rubbing his head fiercely.
Then, he called Dal.
Dal was still in the middle of his spiel, and Morin was playing along, pretending to be fooled. Both of them were killing time in the reception room with their own ulterior motives.
Just then, Dal's phone rang.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
"My apologies," Dal said, without even looking at his phone, and immediately pressed the button to silence it.
"Let's continue talking about..."
He believed he had successfully fooled Morin.
The topics they were talking about had gone from "CIA renovation" to "CIA system optimization," and now they were talking about daily life, entertainment, and some strange and interesting stories.
If they kept talking like this, Dal could guarantee that as long as Morin didn't bring up the real purpose of his visit, he could keep talking to Morin until the night, without repeating a single topic!
After all, as the head of the administration department, wasn't it his job to make up stories, change the subject, go off on a tangent, call a deer a horse, borrow someone else's authority, and make things up as he went along?
As an administrative head, Dal was very good at his job.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
The phone rang again. It was insistent. After being silenced, it rang again just a moment later.
This time, as Dal was about to silence it again and turn it off, he subconsciously looked at the caller ID and immediately stopped what he was doing.
At the same time, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Finally, the scapegoat... I mean, the savior, was calling!
Dal immediately said to Morin, "My apologies, Mr. Morin, but our director is calling. I'll have to excuse myself for a moment."
"Please do," Morin said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Morin hadn't seen who was calling Dal, but he could guess.
He had always known what Dal's purpose was. In fact, if he hadn't been cooperating with Dal, they wouldn't have
been able to talk for so long.
Dal had silenced the phone earlier, but now, after looking at the screen, he immediately said he wanted to take the call.
This meant that the person calling was more important than him and that the person could make Dal not have to worry about the "real reason" for his visit, which would
have been about taxes.
So, the person's identity was obvious.
While he was thinking, Morin calmly drank his coffee,
waiting patiently.
"Director?" Dal went outside the reception room, closed the door, and answered the phone. "I was just talking to that IRS guy, Morin. That's why I'm late in answering."
Although Dal wanted Brown to be the one to take the blame, he couldn't do it so openly. If it was too obvious, he would be punished later.
So, while he was explaining why he was late in answering the phone, he was also trying to say, "I'm doing my job diligently, just as you ordered."
Although the order Brown had given Dal was to "keep the person busy, find out what he wants to do, and try to get him to leave," what Dal was actually doing was a little different from what Brown had ordered...
But language is an art.
Dal expertly "summarized" what he had done, making Brown believe that he was following his orders.
So, no matter what country you're in, if you want to get ahead in a bureaucratic system, the most important thing is to be good with words.