"Oh, by the way... I had a collision with an old British man when I came out of Area C just now." The staff member patted his head, recalling the strange scene just now.
"He seemed to bump into me on his own initiative. I stopped the car to see if there was anything wrong with him, but the bag in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. There were bits and pieces in it, including papers, combs, and even wigs and oil paints.
Such props for stage use. After that, I helped him pick them up. When I took the bag to return it to him, I found that he suddenly disappeared."
"Is his bag still there?" Yao Xiaojing had a vague outline of what happened.
"Here. Here." He took out a medium-sized backpack from the front box of the equipment truck. Yao Xiaojing was stunned when she saw it. The familiar ancient pattern, a pure handmade backpack that symbolized the national totem, was actually a unique product of country F.
.In her little home in Beijing, she also has a travel bag of the same style but with a different pattern.
"Can you open it so I can see?" she asked.
The staff opened the zipper, and the items inside were exposed exactly as he had just described. Seeing these trivial items and thinking of their functions, Yao Xiaojing couldn't help but shudder.
She looked around, looking for the shadow of the Indians. Although the face was completely different from the Harris on the wanted poster, the Indian man had cool eyes. After searching to no avail, the staff brought back the champion of this lock-picking competition. Indians gave up on his own initiative.
News of the high bonus and an invitation from the US Department of Defense to abstain from leaving.
The moment she heard the news, Yao Xiaojing's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. From what she learned, she could almost conclude that Indians and Harris were the same person.
An internationally wanted criminal who disguised herself to attend a hacker conference had already targeted her at the airport. She was given flowers at the hotel and invited to a competition at the conference. After the competition, the evidence was destroyed and disappeared. Thinking of the terrorist threat she received a few months ago, her
Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.
It was not fear, but worry. She felt that things seemed to be developing towards a situation that she could not predict.
A few seconds later, after simple but careful consideration, she dialed Mu Feng's number. She originally thought that the call would be unreachable again, but she didn't expect that the call was connected all of a sudden.
"Xiaojing, it's me." Chen Mufeng had just returned home from a mission, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
"Mu Feng, I'm in trouble here." She remained calm and tried to speak as calmly as possible.
Mu Feng's tone became extremely nervous: "What happened?"
"Remember the Indians, the flower senders I told you about?"
"Yeah, remember." An unpopular Indian said.
"He is Harris." The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. There, there were several hackers drinking beer, and they talked without any scruples.
Ignoring her surroundings, she stared in that direction and found that there was no figure she was looking for. She stared twice more and then looked away.
Mu Feng was silent for two seconds, "How did you know."
Listening to Xiaojing's concise report, Mu Feng's hands slowly clenched into fists. Without the need for Xiaojing, who was thinking about him, to explain any more, he had already concluded like her that this person must be Harris. Thinking of him, Xiaojing was right.
Exposed to great danger, his mind lost its usual calmness, and his heart started to beat faster.
"Xiaojing, look around you now. Look carefully at all the directions you can see to see if there is anything suspicious." He tried his best to maintain a normal speaking speed and ordered calmly while taking out his pocket bag.
The secret contact card he carried was inserted into Xiaojing's military laptop.
a while.
"Yes. I've checked it, Mu Feng, and there's nothing unusual!" Her gaze stopped at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, and she stared at it for a long time.
"Okay, good girl, don't panic now. Follow the path you just took to the US military seat and find them in a crowded location." He quickly connected to Su Changqing's office through the special wartime liaison system of 530.
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"Okay. Mu Feng, don't worry too much, I will pay attention." She took her mobile phone, walked through the noisy and crowded crowd, and strode towards several prosecutors not far away.
The corner of the stairs on the second floor of the venue.
After re-disguising themselves, Harris and Adams had already picked up the backpacks in their hands. This time they pretended to be Central Europeans, and Harris put on sunglasses to cover his too sinister and sharp sunken eyes.
Adams lowered his head and whispered: "Master, aren't you going to kill her?"
Harris opened the side door and looked at the woman who was standing in the hall of the venue and disappeared. Turning his eyes again, he found that the beautiful figure had joined the prosecutors whom he hated deeply. His eyelids twitched twice.
His fingers instantly tightened the stainless steel handle.
"It's not time yet, Adams. Now, we must leave here immediately to meet with York. After getting the money, we can return home quickly." With many years of escape experience, he had already smelled the danger from the unusual atmosphere off the court.
Adams dissatisfied and reprimanded York for his behavior: "Master, we have never seen such a difficult employer. He refused to tell you the specific mission plan, and he had to come in person before he would hand over the power of attorney to you. I think
, he must be wary of you. There is also settlement, and he is only willing to pay one-third in advance. This has never happened before." York Sharon, the third super rich man in the world. He is the person responsible for this transaction.
The target was said to be eccentric, cruel, perverted, like to act independently, and specialized in doing some heinous things to attract the attention of the world. This time York came to the door in person and promised a huge labor fee, so Harris took the risk and took him with him.
Adams came to New York. After arriving, he could not resist the temptation to participate in a hacker conference. The confrontation with Yao Xiaojing allowed him to find the long-lost pleasure of licking blood from the tip of a knife.
Kill her, or catch her and torture her properly.
The answer seems to already be there.
"Don't go beyond the distance, Adams. We have to leave here right now." The dark sunglasses looked at the housekeeper without any warmth.
"Yes, Master." Adams put the Master's bag on his back and opened another door to freedom.