"This is a premeditated political assassination. Mobilize all forces, we must find out who the murderer is."
...
Clark and Bahash Johnson walked out of the office.
The former passed over a cigarette.
Bahash smiled, "I don't smoke, thanks."
The FBI boss didn't mind, took a puff on his own, and casually asked, "Who do you think the murderer is?"
"Africa? The Soviet Union? The Middle East? Or Mexico?"
"Based on intelligence, you should know better than I do, I'm just an ordinary secretary," Bahash Johnson said modestly.
Clark nodded, but suddenly his tone shifted, his gaze fixed on him, "Before Richard died, he suspected you were a spy..."
Bahash Johnson looked at him calmly, "Do you believe that?"
"I don't know."
"Then investigate properly, I'd like to see who's been undercutting us."
Bahash Johnson finished speaking, nodded at him, and left. He didn't look back, feeling a pair of eyes on him, making his scalp tingle slightly.