The two, who had been glaring at each other just now, were filled with indignation as they watched the videos being played on the screen. The videos concealed behind these keys revealed not only current camera captures but also an archive of past recordings.
Logically speaking, these videos should have been deleted. However, whether due to efficiency issues at the headquarters or other reasons, these videos were not wiped out. So, Snow and Assange, who originally just wanted to satisfy their curiosity, suddenly lost their composure.
They watched scenes of prisoners being tortured in prisoner-of-war camps, the daily life of a country’s head of state being exposed, the daily life of ordinary people under the surveillance of other countries all the time.
Snow suddenly felt that what he knew was shaken to pieces. The facts that he had believed were a prop for others to cover the truth.
Many of these videos depicted events from the past, and as Snow watched them, he vividly recalled some of the incidents that had occurred during that period. Upon careful reflection, it sent shivers down his spine. Those behind many of the things he criticized previously were actually the intelligence agency he worked for.
He suddenly felt that his belief in the intelligence industry was ridiculous. The foundation of his dream collapsed.
His first reaction was confusion, and then this confusion turned into anger.
Assange’s anger was more. Even though he had long been accustomed to malicious speculation about others, the truth was beyond his imagination.
The malice he originally thought turned out to be nothing more than child’s play in the face of the truth.
Assange was different from Snow. He was already doubting these intelligence agencies, otherwise, he would not have hacked into the intelligence agency at the age of fourteen.
Although the intelligence agency had taken precautions in recent years, he still managed to successfully obtain intelligence from the network, which further deepened his hostility towards the authorities. Yet, words on paper were not as shocking as the images after all. As he watched the living people in the video, Assange had to admit that he had been too naive in the past.
“Overthrow the intelligence agency surveillance tyranny!” Assange waved and shouted.
Jagoan, who had been watching the whole call, was also furious. He was about to yell, but Jagoan, who had been watching them from behind, quickly covered his mouth.
If Jagoan yelled in his man’s voice now, their plan would be in vain. Jagoan also realized what he almost did and \had a look of embarrassment on his face.
On the other hand, Jagoan did not seem to have any worries on his face from the beginning to the end. It was because he believed that Snow was the same person as the future warrior and would make the right decision.
“No, you are wrong. I’ll admit that I am not completely disappointed with the intelligence agency yet. I don’t like their current surveillance plan, but that is not why I refuse your request…”
“Do you really think that we can change anything with just the evidence in our hands?”
Hearing this, Assange fell silent. He knew Snow was right.
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