When He Zhenzhong stared at him, the FBI guy's body trembled suddenly, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of his feet, instantly spreading through his body, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. This feeling was like being killed by a brutal beast
He was stared at, as if he would be torn into pieces in the next second.
After just staring at the guy for a few times, He Zhenzhong moved his head, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly walked forward.
call.
The guy took a deep breath and leaned back on the seat. In such an instant, his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
It was too scary. How could a person have such a bloody and cruel aura? He raised his hand and wiped his sweat.
boom.
There was a knock on the car door, and he was so frightened that his body moved. His right hand fell to his waist with a swipe, and he took out his gun. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, it was his subordinate.
boom.
The car door opened, and the guy sat up, covering his crotch, leaning on the seat, with a face as pale as paper, "Sir, what should we do now?"
"Are your balls okay?"
"Fortunately, it almost broke." The guy also breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was still very painful, he was saved. "Sir, what should I do with that guy?"
The middle-aged man frowned and stared at the back of He Zhenzhong who was walking away in front of him. He was definitely a dangerous person. He thought for a while and then said: "Since he is not a Chinese soldier, looking at his arrogant look,
It's not the style of an agent, so try not to provoke him. But if he dares to break the law, then arrest him. Hmm, no matter how powerful he is, can he stop a bullet?"
"Yeah." The guy also nodded, but there was still a look of fear on his face. He never wanted to fight with that Chinese in his life. He was so aggrieved that he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
"Inform me, all agents will monitor that guy closely."
"Um."
Woo hoo.
The car started and the two drove away quickly.
After a fight and some delay, the sky was getting brighter and there were more and more pedestrians on the street. He Zhenzhong put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked leisurely, surrounded by office workers and cars.
.
Looking at all this, he shook his head and curled his lips. Is this paradise in the eyes of some people? What is the difference between it and China?
Following the sign, He Zhenzhong slowly walked to the front of a four-star hotel.
Far away, he saw a taxi parked in front of the hotel, and an obviously Chinese guy was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette.
In the rearview mirror, the guy saw He Zhenzhong, the light in his eyes disappeared in a flash, then he reached out, took off the cigarette butt in his mouth, snuffed it out, and stuffed it into the ashtray.
boom.
The car door opened, and the guy had a flattering smile on his face, "Would you like to take the car?"
He Zhenzhong nodded, "New York, are you going?"
"It's too far. You can take a plane there." The guy said and waved, "I can take you to a few places and buy the fastest flight."
"good."
He Zhenzhong nodded, bent down, and got into the taxi.
boom.
As soon as the car door closed, the guy started the car, turned around, and slowly blended into the traffic.
"What took so long?"
"It should be someone from the FBI who came to the door."
FBI? The guy looked visibly stunned and his face became a little serious. The biggest enemy of these agents is the FBI all over the United States.
"They probably came here to test, and I beat them up. Then, a group of gangsters came over to look for trouble, and they beat them up, so they were a little late."
hiss.
The guy couldn't help but gasped and looked at He Zhenzhong in the rearview mirror. This guy just arrived in the United States. He killed terrorists on the plane, trapped a bunch of policemen at the airport, and now he beat up an FBI person and a group of people.
Help the little gangster, this.
He suddenly felt that this time, the United States would be very lively.
"The tickets and invitations are all in that envelope. After arriving at the airport, you can board the plane in about an hour."
Invitation? He Zhenzhong frowned slightly and asked: "What invitation?"
"The invitation to a cocktail party is the kind where the man wears a suit and the woman wears an evening dress, both holding wine glasses and looking polite. Anyway, it's very high-end. The contact person in New York is there. After you go, contact her." That guy.
After that, he explained, "This kind of dance is of a very high level, so the joints are relatively safe and there aren't that many spies."
"Yes." He Zhenzhong nodded, reached out and grabbed the envelope, and then put it into his pocket, "Thank you for your hard work."
What he said was true. At least they soldiers could stay in the country and kill the enemy happily, but these hidden agents went to foreign countries and did not even dare to use their real names and lived cautiously.
Just waiting for orders from the organization.
"It's all for the country. What's the point of hard work?" The guy smiled, but a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "There are just times when I really want to go back to my country and pay homage to my dead father.
mother."
As he spoke, he sighed, clenched the steering wheel with both hands, smiled bitterly, and said: "When my parents died, I really wanted to go back, but I couldn't. At that time, I was being monitored by the FBI.
Here. My elder brother called and severed ties with me. I can only say that this is paradise, China is a bad place, and I will never go back in my life. There is no way, those FBI people are monitoring my phone calls."
He Zhenzhong reached out and patted his shoulder, "You are the real heroes."
He knows that there are too many unknown heroes like him lurking in every corner of the world, allowing China to grasp a lot of information at the first time. These people have devoted their lives, but may not get anything in the end, or even
Even if they die, they will not be recognized. Perhaps their names will be revealed again after dozens or hundreds of years, but by that time, they have already turned into ashes. Who still remembers them?
The guy took a deep breath and forced a smile to He Zhenzhong, "Heroes don't think about anything. They just often dream about returning to their homeland."
"Yes, there will be that day." He Zhenzhong nodded to him firmly and said in a deep voice: "Our motherland will definitely become stronger, because there are many people like you who are working silently."
"Yes, only when the motherland is strong, those of us who come out will have the confidence. Those who spend money to come here, who are actually recognized? They are just stupid big heads and cash machines in the eyes of Americans. Without money,
Do you think those guys can immigrate to the United States?" He has stayed in the United States for many years, has seen a lot, experienced a lot, and has already seen a lot clearly.
He Zhenzhong nodded and clenched his fists, "Those guys will definitely regret it. When the day when the motherland becomes strong, it will be too late for them to come back, huh."
"Yeah." He was full of hope, but could he wait until that day?
The car blended into the traffic and moved forward, soon arriving at the airport.