George Charles did not trust Zuo Han, and he could not even confirm Zuo Han's identity. But he believed that Zuo Han had a grudge against the organization behind Paul, and that the cooperation was to achieve his own goals.
But Old Charles is not opposed to this. When mutual trust cannot be achieved, it is a good thing to have the goal of cooperation. If Zuo Han acts like he has no desires or desires, Old Charles will not feel at ease.
Zuo Han only wanted to use Old Charles to destroy the Bloodland organization's plan and confirm Claudia's detailed location in Boston. He didn't care much about what Old Charles was thinking.
The two of them took what they needed and reached a consensus. When Charles Sr. recovered a little, they set off for the United States to meet Charles Sr.'s granddaughter Catherine in Boston.
Old Charles consciously ate more salt than Zuo Han ate rice. He was on his own territory and wanted to play a leading role in the cooperation. But it was only when he set foot on American soil that Old Charles realized his naivety.
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"How do you get such a shabby car without having no money?"
"Don't forget who we are now."
"Okay, forget about the car. But can you go to a better store to buy food? Look at this hot dog, it's almost moldy."
"Don't forget who we are now."
"I have rheumatism. Can I go to a better hotel tonight?"
"Don't forget who we are now."
"**..."
"You said dirty words again."
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According to Old Charles' idea, he disguised himself as a businessman and Zuo Han disguised himself as a bodyguard and smuggled himself into the United States.
Zuo Han basically had no objections to this, but raised a few opinions on his identity.
Finally, old Charles's hair, beard and even skin changed color. He also wore flashy clothes, got fake tattoos on his neck and face, and now has lost several laps of weight, making him look like an elderly hippie.
If he could bear all this, after arriving in the United States, old Charles really wanted to strangle Zuo Han to death.
The two smuggled into the country from New Haven, Connecticut, and then headed to Boston, Massachusetts. In order to enhance their safety, the two decided not to take any transportation, but to get a car and drive there themselves.
As a result, Zuo Han got an old Ford pickup truck, which he took from a junkyard. It was a piece of junk. Food and accommodation were all available as long as they were cheap.
Old Charles had been tortured for more than a month before, and he was not very accustomed to the diet on Mandelein Island. He thought he could enjoy it when he returned to his hometown, but he never thought he would have to live such a hard life.
On this day, in a small town near Hartford, old Charles finally came to an end. Because there were no roadside stalls, and there seemed to be a problem with the circuit on one street, and the surveillance system was unusable, Zuo Han finally agreed to go to a street shop.
Grab a bite to eat at the burger joint.
Sitting on the soft seat, looking at the steaming hot dogs in front of him, old Charles was so moved that he almost cried.
While old Charles was devouring his food, the bell at the door of the store rang. A young man with brown hair in a suit and leather shoes walked in.
Zuo Han was facing the door, glanced at the man, and stretched out his hand to push down Charles' hat.
Charles concentrated on dealing with the hot dogs in front of him and ignored Zuo Han's abnormal behavior.
The young man with brown hair was thin and had bright eyes. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. After entering the door, he looked around first. Then he sat down and ordered something to eat. His right hand rested on his thigh intentionally or unintentionally.
Zuo Han glanced at the young man a few times without paying much attention.
At first glance, this person looks like a new police officer or detective. He is very vigilant and has poor concealment, as if he is afraid that others will not recognize his identity.
The brown-haired young man looked around while eating. He looked at Zuo Han without paying attention. His eyes rested on old Charles, who had his back turned to him, for a few seconds and was about to move away.
But suddenly, the young man seemed to have discovered something, and turned his eyes back, looking at old Charles carefully, his eyes becoming more and more excited.
Zuo Han pretended to lower his head and drink the drink, observing the young man with his peripheral vision, feeling suspicious in his heart.
At this time, old Charles's appearance and body shape have changed. Even people he knows well may not be able to recognize him. Would a rookie see any problem?
Just as he was thinking about it, the young man picked up his dinner plate and walked over, sitting directly next to old Charles.
Old Charles was startled, turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Introduce yourself, List, FBI agent." The young man put his ID on the table and said with a little pride: "Mr. Charles, I didn't expect to meet you here."
The corners of Charles' eyes twitched, and Zuo Han also had a flash of strange color in his eyes.
"I don't care if you are FBI or MBI, but my name is not Charles." Old Charles muttered and continued to deal with the hot dogs in front of him.
At this time, even his own son couldn't believe it. Naturally, Charles wouldn't believe the FBI, let alone he didn't know whether the guy in front of him was real or fake. But Charles was also confused. How could he see this kind of character now that he couldn't even recognize?
Came out?
"Is this person threatening you?" Lister glanced at Zuo Han and said, "Don't worry, my pistol is pointed at him."
Under the table, Riester had already pulled out his pistol and tapped Zuo Han's knee.
Zuo Han shook his head and said: "Mr. FBI, it doesn't matter if you admit the wrong person, but don't accidentally injure the wrong person."
"Still want to deny it?" Liester pouted at Charles and said: "Mr. Charles's disguise is really clever, and you can't tell that he is a person at all. However, you overlooked a small detail. Mr. Charles's ears."
Zuo Han turned around and looked over, and Charles himself subconsciously touched his ears.
"What's wrong with the ears?" Charles couldn't help but ask.
Lister said proudly: "I have carefully looked at all your photos in the past three months and found that you have two black moles on your left ear, which are smaller than ants. Others may have them, but they are unlikely to be exactly the same as yours.
.The position, shape, spacing... there is no difference."
Charles was stunned for a while. He didn't even know about this kind of thing. This FBI agent really had a way.
Zuo Han was also surprised and looked at Lister: "I admit, you surprised me very much. Although I am a newbie, even the veteran agents may not have your insight."
"Thank you for your compliment. So, are you ready to hand over your weapons and surrender to me?" Lister smiled proudly again, continuing to hold the gun under the table with his right hand, and picked up the half-eaten hot dog with his left hand and took a bite.
It seems like everything is under control.
"Unfortunately, I don't intend to do that." Zuo Han nodded his head and said, "Your insight is not as good as yours."
Lister's face sank: "Sir, don't think I'm joking. If you don't want to have multiple holes in your stomach, you'd better not do anything stupid."
"I didn't do anything." Zuo Han spread his hands on the table, indicating that there was nothing. But when he stretched out his palms, a faint white light caught Riester's hot dog.
The white light flashed away, and the sausage in the hot dog turned green. But Lister was completely unaware of this, snorted, and took another big bite.
Lister chewed hard, as if this could create more pressure on Zuo Han.
But after chewing less than two mouthfuls, Lister's expression changed.
"Ah...oh...wow...ha..."
Lister threw away the pistol, jumped directly onto the chair, screamed strangely, and vomited out everything in his mouth. There was green vomit on the corners of his mouth and chest, and tears and snot could not stop flowing out.
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Everyone around him was startled, and then felt nauseated. They covered their noses and looked at him with disgust.
The clerk was even more dissatisfied and said: "Sir, even if you don't like our food, don't disturb other customers' dining."
"Damn it... Damn it..." Riester vomited several times and finally regained his composure. He cursed intermittently: "... You guys, what's going on in your store? Why do you put so much mustard..."
"Mustard? What mustard?" The clerk came over with a puzzled look on his face.
"Drink something to drink." At this time, Zuo Han kindly handed Lister a drink.
Lister was feeling uncomfortable, so he took it and drank it in one gulp.
Then……
"Ahhhhhhh..." Lister covered his neck, fanned his mouth, and ran around in circles in the store, as if his mouth was breathing fire.
Zuo Han shook his head: "This is the authentic Erguotou. Even if the alcohol content is higher, is it like this?"
There was chaos in the store when two police officers who received the call came in.
"What's going on here?" a police officer asked.
Zuo Han pointed at Lister and shouted: "Officer, he is carrying a gun and wants to rob this place..."
Lister just felt dizzy at this moment, and stared in confusion as if he heard the word "gun". He subconsciously ran to the chair and picked up his pistol.
"Put down your weapons!" The two police officers immediately became nervous and pointed their guns at Lister.
The rest of the people screamed and ran away.
"I, I'm FBI..." Lister held on and raised the ID on the table.
Two police officers approached cautiously, and one of them took the ID and checked it.
Lister felt that his head was as big as two, and he just wanted to lie down and take a nap. He couldn't even stand upright. He accidentally looked to the side and saw Zuo Han and old Charles were about to walk out. Charles looked like a ghost.
A sneaky look.
"Don't, don't let them run, run..." Lister staggered and was about to catch up, but the two policemen next to him pounced on him and pinned him down.
"Damn drunkard, how dare you play tricks on us."
"**, this guy's gun is real!"
"Damn, it's so dangerous..."
The two policemen hurriedly handcuffed Lister. Lister was dazed and had no ability to resist. Before he fell asleep, he vaguely saw the certificate thrown in front of him.
The words FBI are correct, but...
What about your photo? What happened to the Garfield cat on the ID?
With the last few doubts, the FBI's rookie detective Lister fell asleep completely. (To be continued...)