Upon hearing this, Lin Dong nodded in agreement: "That's possible. Hmph! You might escape the first day of the month, but can you escape the fifteenth?"

"Never mind that for now, tell me how well you've done with the task I assigned you?"

Feng Zi cleared his throat and straightened his back:

"The first task assigned by the boss was to at least double the size of Sky Eye's personnel in the United States within six months, and I have accomplished that."

"Today, Tianyan has 165 intelligence points in the United States, with 798 core intelligence personnel and more than 3,000 peripheral informants."

"At the same time, we have infiltrated intelligence agents in the White House, the CIA, and the Pentagon..."

Lin Dong nodded repeatedly and poured a glass of baijiu into his empty glass: "Well done, here's a toast."

Fengzi was delighted. He chuckled, picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good wine!"

"The second task is to draw maps of all the major weapons depots and important supply points in the United States. I've already done it, hehe..."

Having said that, Fengzi took out a piece of white paper sealed with plastic film from a hidden compartment in the sole of his shoe:

"Detailed markings are all in the picture, ensuring honesty and fair dealing for everyone."

Lin Dong took the map, frowned, and fanned himself with his hand in disgust: "Damn, can't you find a better place to hide things?"

Fengzi grinned and said, "The soles of the shoes are safe, so how about we hide them in our butts next time?"

"roll!"

"Boss, the third task is for me to find out the details of the American mafia, especially the underworld forces in Chinatown."

"Oh? Did you find anything?" Lin Dong's interest was piqued.