The intelligence department can use any despicable and cold-blooded methods, and it is common to target women, children, the elderly and the weak. When Yang Chen received the news, he immediately set off and entered the country through New York JFK Airport.
He did not deliberately hide his whereabouts during this trip. It was neither an oversight caused by being too anxious, nor a self-confident and arrogant person who is good at planning and acting first. How could he make such low-level mistakes.
This animal comes prepared!
Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the Tiger Mountains.
As soon as he left the airport, Yang Chen noticed that someone was following him furtively. He didn't mind, so he took a taxi into Manhattan and checked into the Peninsula Hotel on the side of Fifth Avenue. The hotel's 60-square-meter small suite cost more than a thousand dollars a night. For a local with an annual income of seven
For the middle class with more than 10,000 US dollars, it is considered a luxury.
Yang Chen checked into the hotel without contacting anyone. After taking a shower, changing clothes, he called to ask for dinner. After that, he sat at the dining table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows and enjoyed an exquisite dinner while enjoying the street view.
Manhattan, the global financial center and the gathering place of monopolies, has the most gorgeous skyline of high-rise buildings in the world, which is particularly beautiful when the sun sets.
After Yang Chen finished eating, he leaned back on his chair, lit a cigar, and stared out the window while smoking. He looked like a leisurely person who came to New York for vacation, leisurely and comfortable.
Peng!
The door was kicked open.
Dozens of men in black rushed into the room with guns drawn.
"Hold your head with your hands and squat down!" The yelling was fierce.
Yang Chen turned around, looked around at the dozen or so people who were facing a formidable enemy, puffed out smoke and said with a half-smile, "You guys came later than I expected, half an hour later."
"Stop talking nonsense, squat down with your head in your hands!" The CIA agent who led the team had a stern voice, but in fact he was stern in appearance. He did not dare to approach Yang Chen easily. The notorious leader of the Arctic Fox seemed to be waiting for their arrival, which made him and his people feel uneasy.
Wink at your subordinates, the meaning is self-evident... rush to arrest them.
More than a dozen agents in black were timid.
He was afraid that Yang Chen's plan to wait for them to come forward was a vicious one.
Yang Chen smiled contemptuously and folded his hands behind his head. A group of ycv executives, including Anna, were detained for investigation. He had no intention of wasting time here.
Seeing Yang Chen's "cooperation", several brave agents approached him and tentatively put handcuffs on Yang Chen and searched him carefully. After finding nothing unusual, they breathed a sigh of relief.
The black detective leading the team felt anxious and waved his hand, "Take him away!"
More than a dozen people escorted Yang Chen out. The streets he passed were crowded with SWAT police armed with live ammunition, and a convoy of National Guard Humvees and armored vehicles blocked the road outside the hotel building.
It was only because of Yang Chen that he mobilized troops and mobilized people like this.
This is the reason why people from the CIA were slow to arrive, coordinating the cooperation of various departments and striving to successfully capture the person once and prevent the extremely dangerous Yang Chen from escaping.
Yang Chen's head was covered with a black cloth, and the people holding him down pushed him into the bulletproof prison truck. Outside the blockade in the distance, countless passers-by watched in surprise, wondering who the government was arresting after making such a big move.
The prison van was sandwiched in the middle of a long escort convoy, moving slowly. Wherever it passed, the roads were closed. It was comparable to a presidential trip. Black full-size Chevrolet SUVs with CIA logos roared past one after another.
Yang Chen was sitting in the prison car, wearing handcuffs and leg shackles. Based on the sound of his breathing, he judged that there were four agents in the car. The convoy's twisting and turning trajectory also clearly appeared in his mind. He was not planning to escape. This was a professional habit developed over many years.
, at this moment he was calm and at ease.
The convoy quickly returned to the CIA's New York branch. The New York branch is second only to Washington in size. Its main mission is to collect counter-terrorism intelligence and is responsible for domestic counter-terrorism.
The ten-story rectangular building is wrapped in a dark green glass curtain wall and is gorgeous. Thousands of people work for the CIA in this building.
On the top floor of the building, there stands a huge white square, like a two-story building. It is rumored to be a mysterious location that can monitor the world. There are similar buildings on the top floors of many American embassies abroad. They are relatively small in size, but they still attract countless attention.
People speculated about Lenovo and accused US embassies abroad of having surveillance agencies.
The motorcade escorting Yang Chen drove directly into the underground garage.
A few minutes later, four burly men escorted Yang Chen into an interrogation room and pressed Yang Chen onto a chair with an electric shock function. Belts tied Yang Chen to the chair tightly.
Someone took off Yang Chen's hood.
Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes and gradually took a clear look at the man with a hooked nose sitting opposite him. Behind this man stood two muscular agents in black.
"Hello, nice to see you here, my name is Tony, Tony Brown." Tony, director of CIA's New York branch, put his hands on the table and introduced himself politely.
Smiling tiger.
Nickname given to Tony by CIA insiders.
Yang Chen smiled lightly and said, "I think I don't need to introduce myself."
Tony nodded and said: "Yes, you really don't need to introduce yourself. During this period, what you do affects the Pentagon, CIA, and the White House."
"It seems I'm really famous." Yang Chen smiled broadly.
"Being famous is not necessarily a good thing. There is a saying in China that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong." Tony's smile gradually deepened, mixed with a hint of coldness.
Yang Chen sneered and said quietly: "Mr. Brown, you didn't invite me here just to show off your words. I think we should get straight to the point to save time and effort."
"Okay..." Tony Brown nodded, his eyes suddenly sharp, and asked Yang Chen, "I want to know why you betrayed your trust and secretly sent the helicopter fragments to Chinese intelligence personnel. Are you one of them?"
Yang Chen's smile remained unchanged and he said without changing his expression: "As a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, it is natural for me to do something for the country. Besides, I am only interested in profit. I will work for whoever gives me money."
Tony stared at Yang Chen for a moment, the boss behind ycv, the leader of Arctic Fox, the boss behind Blackstone, who controlled 60% of the world's heroin wholesale supply, the Gambino family, the largest gang in Hong Kong, and the Canadian Chinese gang circle.
Very deep roots.
The CIA knew many of Yang Chen's secrets, but there was one thing that the CIA could not confirm, and that was the relationship between Yang Chen and the Republic of China.
Former soldier.
College student, murderer.
The hero who hides the dark side of the world.
Tony thought about Yang Chen's identities and said coldly: "You are too dishonest, but our CIA has many ways to deal with dishonest people."
"Take him downstairs." Tony raised his eyes and looked at the four agents in black standing behind Yang Chen. Without asking any questions, the four men untied the belts that restrained Yang Chen, picked up Yang Chen, and walked out.
Fearless, Yang Chen realized what was coming next...torture to extract a confession.
In the end, as he expected, he was taken to a room on the second basement floor of the CIA's New York branch and tied to a bed that looked like an operating table.
Three men wearing masks, gloves and white coats appeared, each carrying a large metal suitcase. They opened the suitcase in front of Yang Chen and found that the suitcase was filled with all kinds of tools for forcing confessions.
