Mickey Friedman's expression changed, he stared at Bai Lang closely, and said, "Who is this gentleman? What are you doing here?"
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No matter how well Bai Lang disguises himself, he can't avoid the fact that he is a new face in this hotel.
It was such an unfortunate coincidence that he was also involved in Boeing's troubles.
The CIA's blockade of the hotel actually had nothing to do with him and had no influence on his actions.
But when the Lockheed people came, everything changed.
Mitch Friedman's little nugget sent Brown into trouble.
The Central Intelligence Agency of the United States closed down, but a dog called Lockheed broke into it.
A perfect case of letting the dogs out, Bai Lang secretly groaned in his heart. The only good thing was that as soon as he entered the hotel, the embassy attaché covered up his scent and other traces, otherwise the mechanical dog would have just rushed in and bit people, instead of like
Now I have to knock on the door one by one.
It's really unlucky.
Boeing, which was in trouble, was biting around like a mad dog, chasing its four lost experimental sixth-generation fighter aircraft all over the world. In addition, Lockheed was exposed to have lost important items, and the two airlines simultaneously
It is such a big trouble that even the U.S. government has to pay attention to it, and it is inevitable that it will not think about whether there is a conspiracy against the U.S. aviation industry.
If nothing like this happened, the hotel where the aviation expert team is located would be Bai Lang's best hiding place.
Something unbelievable happened just by chance.
"My name is Wolf, hey! Can I have a business card?"
Bai Lang appears to be generous on the surface, but in reality his heart is about to jump out of his chest. Although he works in the intelligence service and has received certain training, he is still a driver of large combat weapons, not a 007 Bond-type character.
Attaché?! Mickey Friedman looked disgusted. The embassy martial arts hall is almost synonymous with spies, and it also has legal diplomatic immunity. What a nasty guy.
"As far as I know, there is a meal in your room. Isn't it to your liking?"
Mitch Friedman stared at Bai Lang, trying to find any flaw.
The delivery of this meal is really suspicious. As soon as they entered this floor, this guy moved the room with the dinner plate, which was obviously very suspicious.//-< Shuhai Pavilion>-//(shuhaigecom-< Shuhai Pavilion>
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Damn it! Bai Lang's heart skipped a beat. There were still two unfinished portions of food in his and Major Mo's rooms, and he brought another meal to the room where the meal had just been delivered. It was completely
There is no three hundred taels of silver here.
One portion of food is already quite a lot, and the combined portion of two portions is probably not something that most people can eat. Blanc's unintentional mistake was just like this, and the careful Lockheed people noticed something fishy.
At that time, Bai Lang only thought of sending one copy to all rooms, using ordinary Western-style knives to cover up his own Western-style knives made of "Fenrir" alloy. Even Lockheed's investigators would have difficulty uncovering the large number of hotel-style knives that filled their sights.
He took the knife seriously, but he didn't expect that his behavior of not only eating but also carrying it would inadvertently reveal his fault.
He turned to smile and said: "I sent it specially to this friend of mine. There was a little misunderstanding before, so I personally sent some food as a sincere apology."
Bai Lang reminded himself that he must be calm and not mess around. Two pieces of food will kill fellow Taoists but not poor Taoists. Brother, you should make sacrifices for the people and even contribute to tomorrow's breakfast.
His words are true and false, but they are also well-documented. No matter how other people investigate, they can indeed find out that this guy is a little unhappy with Lin Mo. If it is an apology or something, it makes sense. But... right?
?" Mitch Friedman sneered, but he didn't believe it at all.
Steak, macaroni, snail soup, salad and other snacks, one portion is enough for an adult white person to eat to full capacity, two portions, huh, it takes a big eater with a big appetite to eat this, this excuse
It's too fake.
Is there any magic in the food? Mitch Friedman's pupils narrowed slightly, thinking he had grasped the key point. He enjoyed this Sherlock Holmes-like method of peeling off the opponent's layers and destroying the opponent's confidence.
The pleasure of complete collapse.
Maybe the chairman will take into account the merits of his hard work, and maybe he will be relieved of his previous responsibilities and reward himself with a big red envelope.
When the men of Lockheed Operations heard the boss's sneer, they slowly reached into their clothes. Although there was no murder weapon inside, there was a restricted weapon - a Taser stun gun. Even a cow would be put down.
, the more developed the muscles and the stronger the person, the more restrained they are by this weapon.
Bai Lang turned his head and looked at Lin Mo with pleading eyes, "Brother, just obey."
In fact, even he himself doesn’t know that such a reason secretly carries some mischievous sense of revenge. I’ll kill you if I don’t, little guy!
I can't beat you, I can't be cruel to you, and I can't hide from you. I'll just eat you to death. If I can't support you to death, I'll make you sad. As long as I make you feel uncomfortable, I'll feel comfortable.
This deceitful thing has not forgotten his little bit of pettiness to this day. Some of them are really born. It is easy to change the situation, but it is hard to change the nature.
"Hmph!" Mickey Friedman continued to sneer, and he said to Lin Mo: "Sir! Your appetite seems to be very good, can you finish it all?"
As long as Lin Mo said nothing, he would immediately drag out the guy who called himself Wolf and beat him up a hundred times. Huh, diplomatic attaché? As long as Lockheed makes a casual comment about U.S. national security, the government can start a verbal war with China.
There are so many guys here, it’s just a good time to pull them out and practice.
Just because he couldn't afford to offend this "Dragon Knight" didn't mean that he didn't dare to touch this guy named Huo Erfu.
"Well! I have a good appetite, very good. He is here to give me extra food." Lin Mo blinked and nodded unexpectedly.
There is no pressure on the dragon knights such as extra meals.
Mitch Friedman made a gesture of invitation...
Forty minutes later, Mickey Friedman and his men walked out of Lin Mo's guest room expressionlessly.
There was not only cold sweat on their faces, but also their legs were weak. They did not complete the task, but they witnessed a miracle.
A scary monster with a terrible appetite. Not only did he eat two huge portions of food in the blink of an eye, but out of the same evil psychology as Bai Lang's subconscious, Mickey Friedman, who wanted to see Lin Mo embarrassed, didn't believe in evil.
He paid for extra food for Lin Mo.
Unexpectedly, after delivering twenty portions of various large portions of food in succession, the other party didn't even blink and ate them all in one go.
What shocked them the most was that the other party actually touched his belly and found that he was only eighty percent full!
"Mr. Friedman, should we..." A subordinate made a strong gesture to the supervisor. They often do this kind of thing. They can be reasonable and use the money unreasonably. The money is gone.
Just use threats, and if that doesn't work, use some ruthless tactics. This is the kind of dirty work the Operations Department does.
"Shut up!" Mickey Friedman's face turned pale. He quickly covered his man's mouth and pushed him to the wall. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? You want to die. Don't involve others.
Don’t you think about it, is it possible for you to handle a plate of dishes that can feed so many soldiers?”
When the other subordinates heard this, they nodded in agreement like chickens pecking at rice.
Food intake is often directly proportional to physical fitness, especially for people who are not obese at all. Either the nutrient absorption rate is low, or it is converted into very terrible physical fitness. Provoking the latter is indeed no different from seeking death. No wonder Mickey Fried.
Man saw the other person as if a mouse saw a cat.
"Scary guy!"
Bai Lang didn't know how he came out. He touched his chest and found that he was still alive. He still vaguely remembered that he secretly hid the special Western knife in his sleeve again, but his mind was filled with thoughts piled up like a hill.
The tableware was obviously shocked.
The Lockheed people found nothing. Even though the "Fenrir" alloy they tried every means to recover was right in front of them, they had no interest in clearing away a lot of tableware.
Lin Mo had eaten all the food, and drank all the soup bowls to the bottom. It was true that there was nothing hidden. The people brought by Mickey Friedman retreated without interest and began to search other guest rooms.
, continue to start their actions that are destined to be fruitless.
In fact, as long as they take the detector and sweep it over the tableware pile, they can immediately hear the piercing alarm sound they dream of. Unfortunately, they don't have the earphones.
Lin Mo wiped his mouth with a wet wipe and took a sip of the post-dinner black tea. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were firmly locked on Bai Lang's left wrist, which was away from his back.
"Report, there is a Chinese aviation expert who has applied to go out! It is that fierce guy who wants to go to Los Angeles. The reason is to participate in the cosplay performance of college classmates. According to the investigation, there is indeed such a free performance for public welfare in Los Angeles."
Lieutenant Colonel Jeter, who had been standing at the door of the hotel responsible for the blockade and investigation, heard the report of an agent in his ears, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Although the hotel is blocked and unauthorized entry and exit is strictly prohibited, it does not mean that entry and exit are prohibited. You need to apply for and approve a permit in advance before you can enter and exit.
The request from someone to go out made him a little more alert. Now the wind is raging and the vegetation is full of soldiers. He cannot let go of anything suspicious. When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Maybe it is better to use a long line to catch big fish. Lieutenant Colonel Jeter quickly made a decision.
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Pressing the earphone, he rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Approved, let Pam and Uda be responsible for tracking, ask him if he wants a vehicle to take him there, remember, add two more people to follow him, don't lose him.
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"Yes, Major Jeter." The agent's voice came from the earphones.
Thank God, I really hope I can catch some clues. Lieutenant Colonel Jett pulled his collar. The cold wind in the early morning was still bit biting, and the moon and stars were sparse in the night sky. It should be a good day.
ps: It’s the end of the month, everyone knows. (To be continued) rq