The Harvard Bar scene has not been finished yet, and the only one night to book the venue is to be booked, and all the work must be completed tonight.

Therefore, Bai Quinn reluctantly let go and continued filming Liv Taylor, leaning on the sofa in the nanny's car to rest alone.

Suddenly, the phone remembered that the number was unfamiliar, but there were very few people who knew that he had this number. Lina, who was usually responsible for filtering the phone, mingled in the Harvard bar to pick up girls. Bai Quinn had already given her a holiday tonight.

After hesitating for a while, Bai Quinn answered the phone.

Uncle Tony's familiar voice came across from him: "Lina? Or QB?"

"It's me, Uncle Tony."

"Is there anyone around you?"

"No, I'm the only one."

"Okay, let me tell you that the words have been brought. If that guy contacts you again, tell him that everything will be the same."

"Okay, Uncle Tony."

“…”

"I'll hang up, Uncle Tony."

"etc……"

"Is there anything else?"

"I don't know what you think of Charlie. Whether he is your father is your own choice, but I couldn't find out about that matter, so I finally told Charlie..."

"It's really about him?"

"He didn't say it, but someone contacted me just now and said that Charlie would send someone to protect your safety..."

Putting down the phone, Bai Quinn's thoughts returned to a day ago.

That day he went to Jersey to leave Sarah's house, and he couldn't figure out who wanted his life, which made him unable to sleep or eat. Of course, he also completed the task of O'Brien asking him to bring a message.

Once again, I sat by the pool and talked to Uncle Tony. Uncle Tony only told him what he knew after Bai Quinn repeatedly promised not to say it.

People have always said that Hoover, who likes to wear skirts, is the most powerful director of the F-sleep, but no one knows what kind of mess Hoover, who suddenly died in 1972, left behind.

F forced the rights to hold in the hands under the banner of anti-organized crime, anti-G, and anti-terrorism. It was not taken back because of Hoover's death. Instead, because Hoover did not leave behind heirs who convinced the mountains everywhere, it became a situation of separatist rule by the princes.

Since the middle and even some of the senior staff of F are affairs officers, they are almost unaffected by the alternation of the upper-class donkey elephants. In most cases, the middle and senior staff of F force local branches have almost become a lifelong profession, which makes it more convenient for them to cultivate party members and confidants and establish their own groups.

Lynn has been managing the New York F forcing the Organized Crime Investigation Section since 1966, which fully demonstrates this problem. He holds real power and does not leave his promotion.

On the other hand, Hoover's reckless behavior left a hidden danger.

It is known as the F-suppress who can use any means to combat organized crime and safeguard national security. It not only monitors and monitors eight presidents, but also from the White House to Capitol Hill, from major power departments to core positions in various states.

He was afraid of the situation and no one talked about restrictions or supervision. In the end, the F force in various places formed a trend of being too big to lose.

After some years of development and the experience of co-conspiring and cooperating with certain things, some "small circles" were finally formed.

Most of them are led by F or DC in a certain place, and some "small circles" similar to the cooperation of officials from local power institutions such as police stations, prisons, courts, etc.

On the surface, these people have no interest in their interests, and may even undermine each other for the interests of their departments and fight verbal battles.

However, when encountering certain critical events, they will communicate with each other, such as collectively releasing water when investigating someone, assisting someone to escape from crime, or even killing someone quietly.

In this kind of "circle", we have been stationed in a certain place for a long time and have also mastered the negative information of everyone, and usually plays the role of central coordination and sharing of benefits.

When the Land Rover incident occurred, Lynn had not retired, but had been investigated. With his position, he is probably not a person who coordinates the "New York Circle", but is likely to be just a tool to execute the will of the "Circle".

Most of the people who use this type of "circle" are politicians, and Bai Quinn can't figure out which politician he offended.

And what's strange is that after a failed assassination, the enemy hiding in the dark suddenly disappeared.

Not only Bai Quinn was puzzled, but Tony also said it was difficult to understand.

However, Tony speculated that this might be related to Charlie White who is still in prison.

However, Tony was so secretive about the reason and Charlie Bai's situation. He only said that either Bai Quinn would go to Texas to see Charlie himself, or he would ask for it for Bai Quinn first.

Originally, Bai Quinn really planned to go to Texas after filming "The Spirit Catcher". Unexpectedly, Uncle Tony and his father who had never met in prison were quite fast, so he arranged for himself to have security.

It saves us from asking CAA to introduce the security company. You can call Ma Lianna and ask her to stop looking for bodyguards.

After reviewing his actions, Bai Quinn believed that 80% of the father who was in prison had cheated him. If he could go from half a year to fifty years, he would definitely have done something amazing, such as stabbing a prisoner to death.

Everyone usually criticizes those who cheat their fathers. What should we do if we cheat our sons?

Thinking of this in his mind, Bai Quinn strolled back to his Mercedes-Benz. Liv Taylor was probably going to be very late after filming the scene, so he was going to go back to the hotel to wait for her first.

When he opened the door and got into the car, Bai Quinn suddenly felt something was wrong. He was about to turn around to confirm that one arm came from the back of his head with the sound of wind, and walked around Bai Quinn's neck.

Bai Quinn immediately grabbed the wrist and tried to pull it away with force, but found that although the arm was slender, it was extremely powerful and could not be broken with his own strength.

Bai Quinn can do this trick, and he once used this trick to teach the agent who bullied Carmen Case's agent, but he didn't expect that one day he would fall under this trick.

After accumulating some strength, Bai Quinn exerted force with both hands, and his body also struggled to move forward, and finally broke free from the constraints.

My hand touched the car door and was about to open the door to escape when I felt something cold pressing against the back of my head.

A young woman said in a voice: "Don't move, QB, I have no malicious intentions, just try your quality."

The cold thing left, and there was no movement behind her. Only then did Bai Quinn dare to look back with confidence. She saw a woman with long hair sitting in the back seat. She was dimly lit and unable to see her face, but the pistol in her hand was still reflecting the lights on the street.

"Don't worry, Charlie asked me to protect you, my name is Hannah."

The woman leaned forward, revealing a pretty young face, blonde hair, blue eyes, melon-shaped face and thin lips, and looks like an Eastern European girl, looking about the same age as Bai Quinn.

The girl held her hands on the back of the seat, curled up and jumped to the passenger seat easily, flipped her hand and inserted her pistol back into the holster under her armpit.

He patted the gun handle exposed below his left arm and said, "I didn't expect you to break free. I was afraid that you would scare you away, so I pulled my gun... Please don't mind."

Bai Quinn still couldn't believe that the one who almost knocked herself out just now was this little girl who looked a little thin. After holding it in for a long time, she asked foolishly: "Are you really sent by Charlie Bai?"

"Yes." The girl replied casually.

Bai Quinn looked at her, but couldn't wait for the follow-up words, so she had to ask: "How do you prove it?"

The girl didn't seem to expect Bai Quinn to ask this question. She had a little turbulence on her expressionless face, and then she returned to calm and said, "Charlie asked me if I was bored. I was really bored, so he said to introduce me to an interesting job, the kind of job that ordinary jobs, so I agreed, and he asked me to be your bodyguard, without leaving a secret code."

"How did you contact Charlie?"

"He sent people to contact me."

Bai Quinn had a headache. Although Uncle Tony mentioned that Charlie would send someone to protect him, he didn't say that he was just such a little girl. She looked younger than Sarah... she was over 18?

But it seems that he is good and has a lot of strength.

Just when Bai Quinn was at a loss, his phone rang again, and the number he had before.

After all, it was still Uncle Tony over there.

"Charlie's people contacted me just now and said that his people have gone to find you, saying that they are a woman, and they are called..."

"Hannah?"

"Hannah!"

"I've seen her. Is Charlie serious?"

"Sorry, I don't know, but Charlie said he told you not to worry. Maybe he was involved in the presidential campaign contribution and provoked some 'Old China' guy, which was solved by him a few months ago.

But just in case, he still hired a master to protect you, and he said you just need to control your food and accommodation..."

After putting down the phone, Bai Quinn looked at the little girl who called herself Hannah in the co-pilot.

Expert?

At this time, the girl was staring out the window in a quiet daze. If Bai Quinn hadn't known that there was a pistol hidden in the baseball jacket, she would have almost regarded her as a freshman who had just entered the university next to her.

Do you control food and accommodation?

It seems quite simple. Let's test her strength again. Is it suitable to be a bodyguard?

Bai Quinn asked tentatively: "I want to go back to the hotel now, you..."

Hannah calmly replied: "Then I'll go to the hotel with you."

"Uh..." This answer made Bai Quinn feel choked.

Although Hannah had a cold expression, her reaction was not slow. She immediately added: "I investigated your situation during the day. I don't need twenty hours of personal protection for the time being. Just open another room next to your room."

"Oh...I understand!" Seeing that Hannah had no intention of driving, Bai Quinn simply started the car and went on the road.

The two walked quietly for a while, and Hannah said quietly: "I have watched your game video. You can't beat me. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Couldn't this little girl guessed what I was thinking?

Bai Quinn could only smile awkwardly.

"Also, that woman named Sunny, you are right to break up with her, she is just a bitch!"

Did she take the wrestling plot seriously?

Why did Charlie Bai lose such a weirdo?

...

Texas, Dallas Prison.

After a quiet night, the prison guards opened the cells one by one and asked the misdemeanors to queue up to eat in the cafeteria.

However, the prison guards sent food to the cell.

In the room in the corner, the room was clean and tidy, with only a middle-aged man with short brown hair sitting beside the bed reading a book.

The prison guard who delivered the meal opened the small window, handed the plate in, and leaned his head to greet the middle-aged man inside, "Good morning, Charlie, your breakfast."

Charlie put down the book and raised his head, revealing his face that was eighty-point similar to Bai Quinn, with dark eyes, but his nose was slightly smaller, making the whole face look softer.

He smiled and replied, "Good morning, Potter."

After the window was closed, Charlie flipped his hand and pulled out a roll of paper from under the dining plate.

Charlie didn't bother to eat, spread out the paper roll, corresponding to the numbers above, and quickly flipped the book he had just read.

"Disposed, John Huang, Hannah, protect, don't worry, thank you."

After reading it, Charlie dipped the paper roll in the soup and ate it. He looked up at the small window more than six feet tall, as if he was hoping to see New York in the distance from here.

Arkansas is on the stage again, and perhaps he will be able to get a pardon by himself during his last year's term.

By then, the child should be twenty-three, right?
Chapter completed!