Chapter 65: Protection Plan

(If you don't get it done before two o'clock, I will eat it)

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows, whether the rescue was directed and performed by oneself?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the computer showing red withdrawals everywhere. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up survivors is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people,"

(If you don't get it done before two o'clock, I will eat it)

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows, whether the rescue was directed and performed by oneself?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron arrived at some point.Finch's side.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the red withdrawal messages displayed everywhere on the computer. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people."

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows if the rescue was self-directed and performed?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the red withdrawal messages displayed everywhere on the computer. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people."

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows if the rescue was self-directed and performed?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the red withdrawal messages displayed everywhere on the computer. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

LuoEn was referring to Peck's old cell phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people."

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows if the rescue was self-directed and performed?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the red withdrawal messages displayed everywhere on the computer. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people."

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows if the rescue was self-directed and performed?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the red withdrawal messages displayed everywhere on the computer. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up survivors is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people,"