Faren, wearing sunglasses and dressed in casual clothes, left the General Administration of Luocheng in a swagger, stopped a taxi and took it, and ordered: "Go to the most expensive hotel nearby!"
"Okay, sir!" The driver responded, stepped on the accelerator and drove out.
In the car on the other side, Sanchez in the driver's seat was looking bored at the newspaper, Amena in the deputy seat was meditating, and only Phoebe kept paying attention to the gate of the police station.
Watching the taxi go away, Phoebe said suspiciously: "Strange, why did that person look so familiar just now? Well? No, it's the guy named Fei!"
"What did you just say?" Sanchez, who was reading the newspaper, looked back at Phoebe, and Amena, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes.
Phoebe said anxiously: "Come around quickly and turn around. The man named Fei didn't drive a Ferrari. He fled in a taxi!"
Amana said in surprise: "Isn't this supposed to be him?"
"I recognize him ashes!" Phoebe said confidently.
Hearing this, Sanchez, who had already started the car, shouted, "Sit firmly!" As he said that, he turned his head straight on the road. In order to avoid interception by the traffic police at the intersection in front, he took out the police light from the underpass.
Put it on the roof, it only flashes without sound.
Sure enough, when the traffic police who was trying to intercept saw the flashing police lights, they thought Amena and the other two were plainclothes, so they let them go.
After chasing two street intersections, the three of them found that the taxi where Feiren was taking was carrying a black man leaving the hotel door.
"The person named Fei must have entered the hotel!" After giving up this sentence, Phoebe had already pushed open the car door.
"Slow!" Amena reached out and grabbed Phoebe's arm. "The hotel is only a few steps away from the police station. Feiren didn't drive his Ferrari to take a taxi instead. You don't think it's very
Is it strange?"
"No matter whether he is strange or not, he must be in this hotel. You will know it after you go in and check the video!" As he said that, Phoebe took out a FBI agent certificate from his shirt pocket.
"Oh, okay!" Amena spread his hands and said, "Sanchez, Phoebe and I go to the hotel to check it out. You are in the car and pay attention to the suspicious people coming out of the hotel!"
"Okay, captain!"
A few minutes later, the hotel lobby reception desk.
With the help of FBI ID, Amena and Phoebe successfully saw the surveillance video of the hotel ten minutes ahead. On one of the pictures, the camera on the main entrance of the hotel happened to capture Feren swaggering into the lobby.
"It's him!" Amena said dumbfoundedly, "He didn't come to the front desk and went directly to the elevator..."
Phoebe then continued: "He was photographed in the elevator. It was a picture from three minutes ago, in the elevator down the twelfth floor!"
The two women immediately turned their gaze to the real-time surveillance screen on the 12th floor. No, they played back until two and a half minutes ago, and saw Feiren disappearing in the corridor and turning into the emergency passage.
"What did he do when he went to the emergency passage?" Phoebichi said.
"There is no camera there!" The receptionist next to him reminded, "The two suspects who are surveillance will not cause any damage in our hotel, right?"
Phoebe sneered at the sound of the words: "It's better that he wants to destroy it, so we can catch him immediately!"
When the receptionist heard this, he rolled his eyes.
Seeing this, Amena changed the topic and said, "Where is the surveillance camera in your hotel closest to the emergency channel?"
"It should be a stairwell!" As he said, the receptionist pointed to the stairs on the left, but unfortunately there was no one on it.
Phoebe made a quick decision: "Captain, I'll go to the emergency passage and the stairwell to take a look. If you can't contact me later, or I won't come back for half an hour, you will notify the director!"
Amena understood Phoebe's meaning and said in a contradictory mood: "Be careful yourself!"
"I wish he could attack and kill me, revealing his true form!" Phoebe threw down this and headed towards the stairwell without hesitation.
Although the receptionist couldn't understand the mystery of the two women fighting, he said worriedly: "Do you want to call the security guard?"
Amena waved his hand and said, "If my colleague can't handle it, it's useless to call the security guard!"
Just as Amena and Phoebe were acting separately, Faren, who had become a thin black man, had changed his clothes, easily leaped across the alley, and jumped to the rooftop of the neighboring building, which was much shorter than the hotel.
The movement was extremely light and fast, and there were only two or three kittens on the way, so no one noticed this Superman's action.
When Faren came out of the low building, he turned into a white young man, wearing a doctoral glasses, light-colored short shirt, trousers, leather shoes, and a full image of a researcher. Then, he casually called a car for rent and rushed to Chinatown in Downtown.
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When Faren came out this time, he wanted to get rid of the annoying NSA, and he wanted to go to Las Vegas to explore the venue first. However, in order to avoid the NSA's eyes and ears, he could not take the flight, so he had to choose to take the bus.
Unfortunately, when I arrived in Downtown, I didn’t encounter the Chinese bus, so I had to choose the American Greyhound bus. This kind of car sometimes takes seven or eight hours to arrive in Las Vegas.
There was no way, Faren immediately bought the ticket and just boarded a Greyhound bus that was about to depart.
The Greyhound bus quickly got on the 15th Expressway and headed northeast. Because it was not the peak hours, the bus drove very smoothly, but before leaving the satellite town of LA, there were still many vehicles on the expressway.
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With the decrease of roadside buildings, fewer cars on the expressways are also gradually reduced. However, because the road is straight, you can still see many cars from the front windshield.
When the bus started to cross mountains and ridges, the entrance to the window was full of green plants scattered with Gobi and deserts.
It is worth mentioning that those plants were specially developed by Americans for desert control, sown by airplanes. It is said that they can survive tenaciously with just one rain a year, so there is still blue sky and white clouds over the desert, while Las Vega
The city located in the center of the desert has a fresh air and almost no dust can be seen.
From time to time, patrol cars with "BORDER.PATROL" on the body also appeared on the side of the road, but this is not the focus of attention that Feiren needs to care about at the moment, because he has been very noisy by several niggers near the back seat.
Since I bought the tickets almost the last moment, Feiren had no other place to go except the last row, and a few second-generation niggers with not so skin color sat in the rows in front of Feiren.
On the seat.
I don't know if the niggers were too excited or if they regarded Faren, a white boy, as a fat sheep. After he sat down, one of the fat niggers weighing 200 pounds was taken out from his fart pocket.
A pair of poker shouted, "Hey, guys, how about you play a few games?"
Feiren looked at the fat blackgu's clothing for a moment and rejected his proposal. He was too lazy to start winning money by such a poor man who was worth less than 100 yuan!
When the fat nigger saw that Feiron didn't come, he didn't care. Instead, he played cards with other niggers and shouted quite loudly, which attracted the attention of the passengers in front of him.
But whenever a passenger sees it, all the niggers will stare back together. Such behavior will make the passengers dare not speak out. The bus drivers may be commonplace with such situations and do not interfere.
Feiren smiled at this, radiating thoughts, turning off his hearing, closing his eyes and resting.
After a few cards, the fat blackgu shouted, "Damn, I lost this one again!" As he said that, he squeezed to Faren, "Hey, man, don't you give me two? Come.on!
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Although Feiren closed his eyes and closed his hearing, Sigansi "sees" the fat black ghost's mouth shape, and naturally read the other party's words clearly, thinking to himself: I really think of me as a fat sheep!
A trace of laughter appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.
Seeing that Feiron did not respond and seemed to be mocking, the fat man's mouth began to become shady: "dodger (光, coward), come.on!"
Upon hearing this, Feilun opened his eyes immediately and planned to give the fat black man a little color.
At this moment, a passenger who looked like a Slav and a passenger who looked like a Kurd stood up from the middle seat and came one by one to the front and the rear toward the front and rear of the car.
The Slavic passenger who came to the game near the card game said coldly: "Nigga, you are so noisy!"
The niggers who were playing cards were stunned when they heard this and looked at the Slavic passenger in unison. They were about to scold him, but they expected that the other party took out a silencer pistol from their bag and headed towards Feiren's side.
The fat black man shot his forehead.
"beep!"
The slight gunshot did not attract the attention of the passengers in front of him, but completely silenced the noisy black fat man. Feiren's ears suddenly became quiet.
"Ah--" Seeing that a bloody hole was opened in his companion's head, a nigger immediately stood up in anger.
"beep!"
The Slavic passenger burst the head of the nigger who was the first to scream and sneered: "Call me again if you have the ability!"
At the same time, many passengers were affected by screams and looked back. Seeing a nigger lying on the ground, not knowing life and death, they were a little panicked. Several enthusiastic passengers even stood up to find out.
The Slavic passengers didn't look back and care about the passengers who came. They pointed at the niggers and rushed to the unchanged color of Feren, "Hey boy, you have good courage. Are you interested in working with us?"
When Feiren heard this, his thoughts turned and pretended to be a little stunned, as if he subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"
"Holy War!"
Feilun's heart was trembling and thought to himself: Brother, stop making trouble. Killing a bus is called holy war. What's that?
At the same time, several enthusiastic passengers had approached the Slavic passenger and vaguely saw the silencer pistol in his hand. At this time, a handsome Arab passenger stood up from the seat beside the Slavic passenger and immediately took two out of his bag.
He rushed slightly and pointed at the enthusiastic passengers and scolded: "Go back to your seat, hurry up!"
Several passengers were frightened by the black guns and stayed in place and couldn't move.
When Feiren saw this scene, he was even speechless: he was still fucking organized and planned, it's really...
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