After saying this, John Barnes tilted his head slightly, straightened his body, and looked down at Liu Handong with a condescending and slightly cold benefactor expression, waiting for him to put forward conditions, and then rejected them one by one.
For a prisoner serving a fifteen-year sentence, there is nothing more precious than freedom.
What he never expected was that Liu Handong pushed the table with both hands, stood up, turned around and left.
"What, you don't want to go out?" Barnes was slightly surprised.
"I don't want to." Liu Handong said without hesitation, "You think I'm stupid, it's so chaotic outside, their killers are chasing me all over the world, the job you gave me is not a good job, it's not a life-saving job, and I have a job in prison.
We have food and shelter, fitness equipment, books to read, and cigarettes to smoke. I am studying for a master's degree in sociology and don't want to go out for the time being."
These words made Barnes unable to refute. Yes, it is so dangerous outside. It is better to eat and die in prison. But there is something wrong. Is a man like Liu Handong, a tycoon in troubled times, really willing to live in a prison?
A lifetime in prison?
At this moment, Barnes would not show any doubts. This was a critical moment in the psychological battle. He said coldly: "Okay then, I won't force you. This is my business card. You can give it to me after you think about it."
Call me, but I won’t wait for you long. After one week, next Friday, you don’t need to call.”
After saying that, Mr. Barnes threw his business card on the table and left the room first, overwhelming the other party in terms of momentum. He felt quite good about himself and left without looking back.
In fact, he is in a desperate state now. After escaping death in Afghanistan last time, he was actually promoted and took charge of a business to overthrow the Colin Said regime. Later he found out that this hot potato was given to him by others. Ek
Sam Mobil used the CIA to work for them through a certain senator in Congress, subverting a legal regime. This matter was basically not on the table. If there was a problem, someone had to take the blame. Smart people were unwilling to take over, so they took advantage of the unlucky guy Barnes.
In any case, John Barnes is now the head of the Secret Service. He has a lot of power and is very disciplined in doing things. After Liu Handong was arrested, he estimated that he might use this person in the future, so he arranged a relationship to get him.
Sent to a private prison with lax management and sentenced to twenty-five years in a haphazard manner, just for today.
Barnes did not go far and settled in a small town eighty miles away from the prison. He thought that Liu Handong would call him if he could not survive eight hours. However, one day passed and Liu Handong still did not call.
Enns was busy with official duties and couldn't afford to waste time, so he simply went back to Langley.
The Colin project made no progress at all, and there was a tendency to go backwards. Prince Fahd, who was in exile in London, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. He was rescued and saved his life, but lost consciousness and became a vegetative state. This chess piece was considered useless. The Senate repeatedly asked,
Barnes was under great pressure and wanted to go directly to the prison several times to pick up Liu Handong and force him to work for him, but in the end he held back.
On Friday night, Barnes finally received a call from Texas. He became excited when he saw the number, but deliberately waited for dozens of seconds before answering. He said slowly: "Have you thought about it?"
As expected, the call was from Liu Handong. He finally relented, but he also had his own demands. He wanted to reorganize his team and hoped that Barnes could find those lost friends in Colin.
Barnes refused unceremoniously: "Impossible, they were all killed by Said."
There was silence for a while, and then Liu Handong said, "Can you pick me up tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid not." Barnes said forcefully, "I'm very pressed for time. I won't be able to go to Texas until next week."
"Then you don't have to come. There will be an internal boxing match in the prison tomorrow night. I will participate. I might be beaten to death." Liu Handong's voice was slightly worried.
Barnes gloated: "Okay, I'll think about it."
This private prison holds difficult masters, specializing in matters that are inconvenient for the government to intervene in, such as Mexican drug lords, foreign spies, terrorists, and all kinds of people who endanger national security. The prison is full of shady things, and underground organizations are held
The purpose of the boxing match is to vent the energy of the prisoners and avoid vicious incidents. The judicial authorities also turn a blind eye.
Barnes immediately contacted a plane and flew two agents to Texas. At the Dallas Airport, he transferred to a helicopter provided by a private airline and headed to the prison.
The time of arrival at the prison was coincidental. It was during lunch time. The helicopter parked on the rooftop of the prison administration building. Barnes went through the formalities first, and then met Liu Handong again in the last room.
"You need to sign a few documents." Barnes took out a stack of official documents from his wallet, "It's just a matter of routine, just sign here."
Liu Handong glanced at ten lines, which was a document of pardon for himself and a life insurance policy.
"Did you come by helicopter?" Liu Handong asked casually while signing.
"In a hurry." Barnes looked at his watch, "Every second counts."
Liu Handong signed the documents, changed into his own clothes, took his personal belongings from the paper box, an Omega diving watch with an orange outer ring, and left the prison through layers of iron fences under the supervision of agents and prison guards.
District, went up to the rooftop of the administrative building, the pilot started the helicopter engine, and the rotor began to rotate.
"Hi." Liu Handong suddenly shouted. As soon as Barnes turned around, he saw a fist as big as a bowl coming towards his face. His vision went dark and he didn't know anything.
The two young agents had received combat training, but the intelligence officers were not special forces. They could not survive a single move in front of a tough guy like Liu Handong, who was trained in prison, and were knocked down. Liu Handong rushed over, pulled the pilot off, and jumped.
The helicopter was skillfully operated and lifted up from the ground. The prison guards watching from a distance were stunned.
The prison sirens sounded all over the place, and all the gates were locked instantly, but most of the prisoners were eating in the cafeteria. When they heard the alarm, they burst into chaos. Some people took the lead in the rebellion. The prisoners, who were afraid of chaos in the world, took action immediately, picked up their dinner plates and beat up the prison guards.
The prison guards in the prison area did not carry guns and were only issued with rubber batons. The prisoners took them away and beat them to the point of bleeding.
The prisoners grabbed the key and opened the door, rushed out of the cafeteria, and poured into the windproof open space. The guards on the towers on all sides kept firing. From time to time, prisoners were shot and fell to the ground, but everyone was extremely excited, shouting and jumping at the top of their lungs.
Because there is a helicopter above them that symbolizes freedom.
Liu Handong controlled the helicopter, looking for those familiar faces. Bullets hit the helicopter door. He was not afraid at all. The prison guards used Remington shotguns, which were effective in hitting people but not very penetrating.
Barnes climbed up from the ground holding his broken nose and saw that the helicopter he rented was performing difficult maneuvers. It was only two or three meters away from the ground. The bullets were sending sparks flying, and a bunch of prisoners were jumping crazily below.
He stood up and tried to grab the landing gear of the helicopter. In the end, a few tall and strong guys climbed up and were dragged down by the people below. The scene was a mess.
A large group of armed guards finally rushed over. There were shield bearers in front and gunners holding M16 automatic rifles and shotguns behind them. They first fired into the air and then shot at people, suppressing them with force.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the helicopter dragged the two people away. Barnes knew that he was being used by Liu Handong. He was extremely angry, but had nowhere to vent his feelings. He could only express his feelings with a series of curses.
After investigation, it was found that the riot in the prison was something that had been planned for a long time and had nothing to do with Barnes. He just happened to provide transportation. It is said that the two people who escaped with Liu Handong were both famous drug lords in Mexico.
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A week later, Mr. Barnes was typing away at his desk in the Langley Building when his phone vibrated, indicating a call from Rio de Janeiro.
Barnes answered, and a familiar voice sounded: "Mr. John Lynch, this is Liu Handong. Now we can have a serious discussion about cooperation."
"Do you think we can still work together happily?" Barnes couldn't help but ask.
Liu Handong seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled and said: "Why not, as long as we have a common goal, but I still have conditions. Help me find Huo Lei, Cui Zhenghao and Li Sirui. I believe they are not dead and will do great things."
You have to have your own team.”
"Let me think about it, how can I find you?" Barnes glanced at the computer sinisterly. He wanted to track Liu Handong's location, catch him, and send him back to prison.
"I will find you." The other party hung up the phone.
Barnes looked at the time and saw that it was time for the hearing. He arranged his clothes, took his defense statement and went to the conference room. This hearing was for him because his superiors wanted to punish him for his negligence last time.
After a two-hour hearing, Barnes knew that he was finished. At the very least, he would be demoted and might be fired. He had been working as an agent for half his life and had no skills. If he lost his job, he would have no choice but to go to Beverly Hills.
Working as a security consultant for those celebrities or something like that.
The next day, the decision was made and Barnes was demoted to a general agent. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he also thought about quitting. If he could have a lot of money, who would be willing to work through life and death doing this?
Liu Handong called again, and this time Barnes did not hesitate and agreed decisively.
In the next few days, Barnes was busy with this matter. The CIA's global intelligence system was not perfect. It took a week to finally discover Cui Zhenghao's traces in Busan, South Korea.
In the office on the top floor of a building in downtown Busan, Cui Zhenghao, who was wearing a suit and ties, was sitting behind the executive desk, casually flipping through the reports. The door opened, and Huo Lei, also wearing a suit, walked in, full of curses.
Then, he sat down on the sofa. In the corridor outside, there were two rows of club members in black suits, with their hands folded on their crotches, their eyes level, expressionless.
A year ago, a new gang was born in Busan. It quickly gained a reputation for its ruthlessness and determination. It is said that one of the leaders was an overseas Chinese, so it attracted a group of Northeast Koreans to join the gang. Their power quickly grew and they snatched the gang.
The smuggling business is making a fortune every day, but it has also attracted the attention of the police.
"Oppa Zhenghao, the police may have sent an undercover agent in." Huo Lei said viciously, "It's the guy from Yanbian who just came here, his surname is Luo."
"Pour it into cement and throw it into the sea." Cui Zhenghao didn't even frown. He lay down on his back, took out the glass prosthetic eye from his left eye socket, and wiped it with a handkerchief.
"By the way, a South American called me today and said that we have a big business to cooperate with." The fire and thunder flickered soot, which looked very cool, but two broken fingers were slightly unsightly.
"South American products have no advantages." Cui Zhenghao lit a cigarette with a serious look on his face, "Meth, if you want Chinese products, No. 4, North Korea is the best."
The Samsung large-screen mobile phone in Huo Lei's pocket rang again. He took out his mobile phone and said, "It's calling again. I'll press speakerphone. You talk to him."
A long-lost voice came from the phone: "Brothers, are you okay?"