Alvin Carter revealed his identity immediately. This is a very good talisman. At least for now, no one dares to openly confront the state machine. Even the police must avoid three points.
"Cia? Real or fake? Get out of the car and tell me where your ID is? Do you have a gun? Where is the gun?"
A policeman carefully pointed his gun at him and asked him to get out of the car, then he ran and lay on the front of the car.
These police officers were extremely professional and operated according to standard procedures. They did not look like they were pretending. Alvin Carter also breathed a corresponding sigh of relief. Even if the other party had ulterior motives, they would at least act according to the rules.
Alvin Carter obeyed without any resistance and said at the same time: "In my left pocket, the gun is also there!"
The policeman walked over and started groping, while other policemen pointed their guns at the man who claimed to be a CIA agent and did not move.
As Alvin Carter said, a notebook and a pistol were found.
The policeman took two steps back, opened his ID and looked at it carefully. At the same time, he took out a PDA and started to scan the serial number on the pistol with a scanning head. This wireless link network can immediately identify the source and user of any gun code.
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A person, a witness, and a gun are all three in one to be considered legal.
"How about it, Jackson! Did this guy lie? I don't think he looks like a good person!"
A policeman next to him asked loudly to the policeman checking his ID.
The policeman holding the ID and gun suddenly sneered, turned around and said, "The ID is forged, and the gun's code is wrong. It's a black gun!"
"What?"
Alvin Carter was startled and almost flew into a rage. The other party was clearly telling lies and was deliberately trying to frame him.
He didn't expect the police here to be so depraved, rotten to the core. Just as he was about to struggle, he suddenly received a hard blow on his lower back. He let out a miserable groan and his whole body hit the hood of the commercial vehicle.
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This kick was really not light, and the position was chosen very cunningly and viciously. The severe pain made him almost speechless, and he lost most of his strength in an instant.
The policeman who had slandered him sneered and said loudly: "I pretended to be a CIA. Good guy, we caught a big fish today. Everyone else is suspected. Take them all back."
The policemen on the side showed their handcuffs one after another. As for "where" they would be taken back, it was unclear. They didn't care whether they were women or children.
"These guys, these guys! They are so lawless. Do they even care about the United States of America?"
Even Charlie Mitchell, a CIA agent who did not interfere with local security, saw this scene and knew that these policemen were clearly deliberately framed. He was trembling with anger, but he did not dare to act rashly.
In fact, this matter had nothing to do with Lin Mo. Charlie did not blame the Chinese for bringing them into this big trouble.
As one of the guardians of the United States of America, it is impossible for them to sit idly by and watch their own civilians being treated unfairly.
"What? Are you going to fight with them?"
Lin Mo, who was standing still, turned his head and glanced at the agent Charlie beside him. He could guarantee that as long as Charlie dared to move, he would definitely turn into a hornet's nest in the next second.
In the United States, the police have considerable powers to shoot.
As long as he becomes a dead person, what happens in the end is not decided by these policemen. They must be waiting for him to be so impulsive, and they have less energy to make up excuses.
"Mr. Morin!"
Charlie Mitchell suddenly gritted his teeth and seemed to be making a major decision.
"What?" Lin Mo raised his eyebrows and listened expectantly to what Charlie had to say.
"I know, you should have diplomatic immunity!" Charlie Mitchell suddenly mentioned this. Only special people can have such a death-free gold medal.
"You mean"
Lin Mo glanced at the agent in surprise and heard what he meant.
As a top Chinese pilot who wants to go abroad for private purposes, it is not easy for the military to obtain approval. However, this is not the first time that a Chinese ace pilot has gone abroad, and Lin Mo also applied in advance.
"Dark Night" has a lot of authority, and after providing a special evaluation report, the superiors approved Lin Mo's private trip to the United States, and also granted certain special protection rules.
Lin Mo didn't even carry a gun, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had diplomatic immunity.
Since this was not a secret infiltration, it was only natural that the Americans knew about it so quickly.
There may be Chinese agents protecting Lin Mo lurking nearby, but they will never appear easily.
Charlie's tone made Lin Mo couldn't help but take another look at him.
Aren't agents supposed to have no sense of moral integrity? Justice is only good for dogs, so how can there be such a strange thing as a sense of justice?
"I have diplomatic immunity, but the price seems a bit too high."
Lin Mo didn't want to be manipulated by others. The death-free gold medal could only be used once, and it was awarded to each other by both parties. It was impossible for the United States to sit back and watch him abuse such power, and might even reject it.
All in all, the cost of taking action openly is still not enough to convince Lin Mo.
"Once! I can turn a blind eye to Alvin once."
Charlie Mitchell seemed to have made a lot of determination and raised his index finger. In fact, he also took a big risk. Before speaking, he deliberately turned off the headset on his body, which was an essential communication tool for agents.
Work, work diary, is also a black box.
If these words were known to his superiors, he and his partner would probably be suspended and fired on the spot, and thrown into a cell to undergo endless cross-examination and interrogation. This would almost mean betraying the country.
As expected, the agent's integrity fell all over the floor, and Lin Mo sighed.
This Charlie Mitchell is obviously impulsive. This is not a quality that an agent should have.
Could it be that there is a homosexual relationship, whoever attacks and who suffers, the dragon knight thought maliciously in his heart.
Lin Mo didn't reply, but nodded slightly. Even if there were people nearby, they might not be able to discover the transaction between them.
Charlie Mitchell was overjoyed immediately, and saw a blur of flowers in front of his eyes, and Lin Mo's figure suddenly disappeared from his eyes.
The CIA agent was immediately horrified. When he tried to find Lin Mo again, he suddenly discovered that the policeman near the commercial vehicle had fallen to the ground without making any sound. He didn't even make a sound.
However, the policemen on the other side of the road just realized that something was wrong, but before they could react, a figure seemed to fall from the sky, leaving an afterimage behind every policeman like a ghost.
He just stretched out his hand like a palm knife and gave him a light blow on the back of his head.
Even a cow would be knocked unconscious by a dragon knight, let alone a human being. If he were stronger, his neck might be cut off with a hand knife.
Lin Mo didn't know when he would appear next to Charlie again. If the CIA agent turned a blind eye, he might be able to do whatever he wanted in the battle with Tiger Energy.
"Get it done and call it a day! Remember, this time it doesn't count! Me"
Lin Mo's voice was cut off as if he had suddenly pressed the pause button, and his eyes suddenly looked around with vigilance, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
Just now, he suddenly heard the reminder in his mind from the giant metal dragon that a large number of weapons of all kinds were approaching. The giant dragon of the metal system could only sense hot weapons made of metal, but could not sense the human body with thin metal content.
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After discovering the bug last night, Lin Mo asked the metal dragon to help monitor everything within a radius of one kilometer, and now he has discovered it.
"Charlie, we're in big trouble. Wait a minute, you and Alvin will be happy."
Lin Mo glanced around and gently touched the watch on his left hand. Maybe it was time to release the golden dragon.
But before that, Lin Mo will definitely kill everyone without mercy. No one from Bob's family or CIA agents will survive, otherwise he will encounter the most terrible trouble.
Of course, this is also the dragon knight's last resort.
When the situation was unclear, Lin Mo had already prepared for the worst.
Snap, snap, snap
There was an unprovoked round of applause nearby, and a figure appeared at both ends of the road, even jumping over the fence and over the fence from behind Bob's villa.
More and more figures appeared. CIA agent Charlie Mitchell and Alvin Carter, who was breathing heavily and struggling to stand up to pick up his pistol certificate, immediately became extremely ugly.
Those figures held a variety of weapons in their hands, including AK-74, M16, and even Chinese-made Type 95, which was enough to hold a grand light weapons exhibition.
Nearly three hundred armed men with various guns surrounded Lin Mo and the others from all directions. They couldn't even fly out and surrounded Lin Mo and the others. Compared with these people, those policemen were like...
There is a difference between a sick cat and a tiger. Some of them exude a murderous aura, and they seem to be people who have experienced fighting.
In order to die together, Bob boldly ran from the pickup truck to the commercial vehicle, hugging his wife and children, and the whole family turned pale with fear and trembled.
Only then did they emerge from the fire pit and enter the tiger's mouth again. How could their lives be so miserable?
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful. You are Mr. Morin, aren't you?"
An East Asian man in a black suit walked out of the crowd, clapped his hands and said.
This man has a strong build, thick and powerful limbs, and his muscles can even be vaguely seen through his suit. He speaks very fluent English.
Behind him, stood twelve armed men, almost fully armed and wearing camouflage uniforms, who looked like American soldiers, staring covetously at Lin Mo and others.
"Who are you?" There was no tone in Lin Mo's voice. He had a vague feeling that this guy was the mastermind behind all this.
Lin Mo was very afraid of the opponent's large number of people. Once he started killing, for the safety of himself and the gold coins, it was destined to be a massacre without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.
Neither Lin Mo nor the giant metal dragon will let anyone here go—
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