Chapter 682 Director Hoover (3)

"No!"

Hearing that Thompson was about to break Tolson's hamstring and hand tendon, the strong man on the side pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist, and Director Hoover suddenly screamed anxiously.

Thompson smiled. "It seems that Director Hoover is distressed? We moved a safe from your basement. What's the password?" His villa and basement are secret enough. There is also a safe in the basement. The contents must be quite important. . Worried that there were measures to prevent forced demolition in the safe, he did not dare to violently demolish it.

Hoover's whole body seemed to sag like a deflated balloon. The moment he shouted, the other party had already seen his biggest weakness, and there was no point in resisting.

With a long sigh, Hoover spoke a series of numbers.

Thompson nodded to the man next to him. "Go and have a look." After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it into Hoover's mouth and lit it for him. "Mr. Hoover, as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you get started, you will find that the rest will not be much of a burden. What's more, even if you don't say anything, you are destined to be infamy for eternity. Those despicable politicians will make everything difficult. If all the shit is put on your head, your reputation as a traitor will probably far exceed that of General Arnold." The Arnold he was talking about was not Henry Harry Arnold, the commander of the Army Air Corps at the time, but Ben during the American Revolutionary War. General Needict Arnold. This hero who made many extraordinary achievements in the war finally defected to the British army and became the most famous traitor in the United States. After his defection, "Benedict Arnold" became synonymous with "betrayal."

Hoover smoked silently and dejectedly. After a while, Thompson's men came in holding a large stack of documents. "Team leader, this is everything inside."

Thompson picked up a few documents and looked through them, and couldn't help but exclaimed. "Tsk, tsk, Director Hoover is really clever. He can find out such secrets. It seems that every document here can turn the United States upside down."

Hoover spit out the nearly finished cigarette in his mouth and asked dejectedly. "Are you planning on distributing all of this?"

Thompson smiled. "Of course not. What was spread before was just a small fuss; those secrets, scandals, and evidence may make the parties involved angry and angry, but for the public, it is just indignation at most, and there will be no substantive response, let alone It will make them rise up and overthrow the government.”

"As for why we are here, the FBI will definitely face a change, a major reshuffle. Director Hoover, your power will be completely eliminated, and our people can take the opportunity to climb up. Damn it. With these secret documents, he might be able to become the director of the FBI in the future."

Hoover's expression became extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, the Germans had even placed undercover agents in his FBI, but he had no idea!

Thompson ordered. "Pack up these documents. We can finally go home. Director Hoover, do you want to stay here, or come with us back to Germany? Our Director Reinhard will welcome you."

The corners of Director Hoover's mouth twitched slightly. Did he have any choice?

At this time, another subordinate came in and reported. "Team leader, they have arrived at the villa."

Thompson nodded. "Then detonate it."

A few seconds later, there was an earth-shattering explosion in the distance, and even the ground here shook a few times.

Thompson ordered Hoover and Tolson to be put into sacks and left the house.

On the other side, in the basement of the military base, President Wilkie paced back and forth anxiously. "Have you found Hoover?!" He once made an illegal transaction when he was a lawyer, but he didn't expect that even this matter would be revealed. Although it did not oust him from the presidency, it still made him angry.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who was unlucky. Former President Roosevelt was even worse. Not only were photos of his wife's naked body scattered on the streets, but also love letters between her and her female lover were flying all over the place.

Everyone wanted to kill this damn bastard immediately.

After a while, the secretary hurried in to report. "Mr. President, when our people rushed to a villa named Tolson in the suburbs, a big explosion suddenly occurred. The people who rushed over suffered heavy casualties. Judging from the power of the explosion, it must have been at least several tons of explosives."

"Damn it." Did this bastard hide all his secrets there? "Do you think he escaped or died in the explosion?" If this bastard goes to hell with those secrets, everyone will be happy; but if he runs away with the secrets, there will be endless troubles!

The secretary shook his head. "It's hard to say. But the FBI is in chaos right now and needs to get back to work as soon as possible."

Speaking of the FBI, President Wilkie remembered President Roosevelt's work diary that he had seen before. In fact, Roosevelt had noticed the backwardness of U.S. intelligence work very early and planned to establish an intelligence coordination department. However, once this department is established, the FBI will definitely not be reconciled to its declining status and will block it; therefore, Roosevelt has not announced this plan for a long time.

But now that something like this has happened, setting up an intelligence coordination department seems to be an excellent opportunity.

And he had a good choice, William Joseph Donovan.

Donovan worked in the legal profession in his early years and participated in the First World War. He was extremely excited and active on the battlefield. During World War I, he followed Army General Pershing to Mexico, and there was a period of time when he marched long distances every day. His subordinates complained, and the always energetic Captain Donovan yelled at them: "Look at me, I didn't fall down, and I didn't breathe, why can't you bear it!" Someone whispered at the back of the team: "We are not like you, Wild Bill." From then on, this nickname slowly spread. Unexpectedly, Donovan was very happy when he knew it, and he regarded himself as "Wild Bill". By the end of the war, "Wild Bill" had been promoted to colonel and became a meritorious combat hero.

After retiring, Donovan wanted to pursue a career in politics and realize his political ambitions. But he was unlucky and failed in several consecutive elections for governor. In 1924, he served as Deputy Attorney General of the United States, and Edgar Hoover, the future Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, was his subordinate at this time. With his good friend Herbert Hoover elected president, he had always thought that he would be appointed as the Attorney General, but for various reasons, he failed to do so. Donovan then left and opened a law firm on Wall Street. Later, the White House invited him to serve as the Undersecretary of the Navy, but he felt bored and refused bluntly.

The two were good friends before, and Donovan became one of Wilkie's personal advisers after he became president.

He immediately found Donovan to discuss the matter.

"You want me to set up an 'Intelligence Coordination Department'?"

President Wilkie nodded. "That's right, but before that, go to the FBI and clean up the mess there. Those who should be fired should be fired, and those who should be investigated should be investigated; especially Hoover's confidants, don't let any of them go!"

"No problem." Donovan nodded, and then showed a puzzled look. "But there is one thing I really don't understand. Why did Hoover suddenly do such a stupid thing? This is totally unreasonable." These secrets made Hoover have everything he wanted; no one dared to touch him; but he did such an incredible thing, forcing himself into a desperate situation, which is really puzzling. "Could he be framed?"

"Yes, I don't understand this either. But whether he was framed or went crazy, he should have known that this day would come."