As one of the largest airports in the world, JFK Airport is like a small city, with gourmet food from all over the world, various lounges, entertainment halls, huge parking lots distributed in a U-shape, and beautiful scenery.
In the beautiful hotel, people of different skin colors shuttled around. In the strong and festive Christmas atmosphere, they did not feel the stormy atmosphere at all.
In the corner of the airport, a man in a down jacket took out a cigarette. Just after he lit it and took a puff, a staff member came up with a smile on his face and said, "Sorry sir, please go to the smoking room. Smoking is prohibited here."
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The man put out his cigarette helplessly and shrugged, as if he was too lazy to speak. After the staff left, the man cursed in English: "This damn airport, this damn weather, this damn Christmas, this damn, damn it
Damn, you son of a bitch Chinese spy!"
"Haha, stop complaining, just keep an eye on it." A voice came from the headphones he was wearing.
The man tilted his head and said into the miniature microphone on his collar: "I think these airport staff have the potential to be agents. I just lit up my cigarette and ran over here. Damn the smoking room. If I can go to the smoking room."
, it’s better to stay at home with your wifeáng.”
The man was a plainclothes FBI agent. He had been guarding JFK Airport all morning. You can imagine how depressed he felt since the Christmas vacation had come to an end.
"Okay, if we can make a contribution this time, we will be prosperous. The bonus given by the government will be enough for you to spend a lifetime."
"Meritorious service? Is it possible? The Chinese spy committed crimes in New Franklin City, but I was stationed at the New York Airport. As long as the spy didn't have a brain injury, he would not have been able to break through the blockades from Franklin to New York and come here to board the plane.
machine."
"Well, to be honest, I think he should be hiding somewhere in the country, but it should be sealed off, otherwise the spy won't even have to hide."
"The boss's head is funny." The man was still cursing, but he didn't know that there was a person standing very close in front of him, but he couldn't see it.
Really... Even the New York Airport, which is so far away, has been blocked. The FBI may have come out in force this time. Although this blockade can't stop Zhou Jian, he can't relax...
He didn't buy a ticket. The previous passport couldn't be used because it didn't match his appearance after the disguise. And because of the rush of time, there were some problems with this passport. If the FBI tracked it down, he would probably have it detained. In fact,
Even if there was no problem with his passport, Zhou Jian did not dare to take the risk. The US government had already guessed that this was done by a Chinese person. With his black hair and eyes, he was too conspicuous to fly blatantly.
He passed through the security gate invisibly, came to the cargo aisle, stepped on the conveyor belt of the airport cargo aisle, and went to the cargo hold of the aircraft without anyone noticing.
Airport personnel wearing work clothes were counting the goods in the warehouse. It was easy for Zhou Jian, who was invisible, to avoid them.
As the cabin door closed, the surroundings suddenly darkened. The environment in the aircraft cargo cabin was not bad. After flying to a high altitude, the temperature would be pressurized and controlled. Although the temperature adjustment was not as comfortable as in the cabin, it was generally okay, just a bit stuffy.
, and there are a lot of goods printed in various English around them, which also gives people an extremely depressing feeling.
With the rumbling sound of the jet engine, the plane took off. Zhou Jian's hanging heart was slightly relieved. He finally left the United States safely. As long as he returns to China, it will be even more difficult for the United States to investigate him.
. He switched his consciousness back. He had been highly stressed these past two days. What he wanted to do now was to have a good sleep.
The plane will arrive in Brasilia in the afternoon, and Zhou Jian's true form will be waiting there. After taking back the Demon Slayer incarnation, he can rush to Norris City...
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In the evening, the sky was gray and gloomy, and the cold wind was howling. In a small building without heating, a middle-aged man wearing a gray windbreaker leaned against the window sill and looked at the scenery outside the window. This is the suburb of Beijing.
In the old district, there are no bright high-rise buildings, only slightly messy old-fashioned buildings and slightly dirty streets.
Children lined up to get off the school bus. As they walked, they laughed and talked about the upcoming final exams. As they talked, puffs of white breath blew up against the cold wind. Occasionally, there were vendors who closed their stalls early because of the cold weather.
They rode "backward riding donkeys" through the ranks of students, and then shouted to one of the children with a smile: "Cui Cui, why haven't you seen your mother for so many days?" Then there was a burst of laughter.
The man's eyes were always locked on one of the little girls carrying a cartoon schoolbag. After a moment, he sighed.
He closed the curtains and turned around. At this time, the sound of going up the stairs was heard on the old stairs, "Head, big news!"
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, and said half-jokingly: "Xiao Liu, how many times have I told you to be steady? Do you understand being steady? How can you be an agent when you are so arrogant?"
The young man named Xiao Liu trotted upstairs, "Boss, what did you guess? Last night..." Xiao Liu swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he said this, "I'm talking about New York time, the US Military Industrial Laboratory...
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Xiao Liu deliberately lengthened his words for emphasis, but before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man exhaled helplessly. He patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder and said in an almost sympathetic tone: "Xiao Liu, what do you want to say?
What about the theft of the military industrial laboratory? Even the pigs at Aunt Wang’s house next door know about it, do you think this is still news?”
Xiao Liu's eyes widened. The vivid description he had originally thought of was completely useless. After a moment, he said aggrievedly: "Boss, we don't bring such a shabby person."
"Come on, come on, your news channel will be on the news network when you find out."
"Damn it, boss, you have to save some face for the newcomer."
"Okay, stop pretending to be young and say this to me. The man pulled out a Hongtashan stick. "Would you like to smoke?"
Xiao Liu blinked at the cigarette box and suddenly remembered something, "Boss, it couldn't be someone from our bureau who did it, right?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm not just thinking about it. In the military industrial laboratory, we are the only ones who can do this. I think it's probably Junior Sister Zixuan."
"nonsense!"
"Uh... Okay, I won't say anything anymore. I know there are rules in the bureau, but I broke the taboo again. Hehe, I won't ask anymore."
The middle-aged man held a cigarette between his fingers and wanted to teach Xiao Liu a few words. At this moment, a crisp female voice came from downstairs - "It's not me."
