Now the situation is very complicated, Liu Zhan's original plan was to open the Omega archives without moving, and avoid a head-on conflict with the general, so as to ensure the integrity of the archives.

But now it is clear that Liu Zhan doesn't know whether to call the governor's office or not, try to talk to him, and it is completely okay to contact the governor himself as Liu Zhan's Donglong, but at the same time, he will also expose his identity, perhaps, Liu Zhan should try to break through from another angle, such as from his office assistant.

His strategy was to impose his will on the governor instead of begging the governor for help. And then it occurred to him that he could go to a press conference. It's dangerous to do that, and if it's discovered, then it's all over. But the idea was tempting to him. He used to pretend to be a journalist, and he used to make bold attempts to steal that white Lincoln and hand it over to a local tongue, or stab a police officer in a Blu-ray bar toilet, kidnap a member of Congress, shoot Caesar, and he always succeeded, maybe he could pretend to be a photographer.

He can go from having a fancy camera, or he can pretend to be a reporter. She's so beautiful that no FBI agent can take their eyes off her.

But Liu Zhan wasn't sure what time the press conference was.

He got up from his bed, put on his sandals, and went out, and by the moonlight, he walked to the chariot.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, with her long red hair combed. She looked up and smiled as he walked in. The candlelight outlined her curves, casting a mysterious halo over her body, setting off her graceful shoulders, furrows, hips, and a touch of spring between her thighs, and his breath was about to be taken away.

"Hah. She said.

It took him a moment before he remembered what he had come to do. "I'd like to borrow your moment. He said.

"Nope. She pouted. This was not the reaction she expected a man to have when he saw her fruit.

He gave her a wicked smile: "If you don't lend it to me, I'll probably press you to the floor first, and then use your phone by the way." ”

She smiled and said, "It's okay, you can use your phone first." ”

Liu Zhan said, "You little villain, we still have a lot of things to do." ”

Then, he called the information desk, and after a while, Liu Zhan inquired about the phone number of the FBI's San Francisco branch and called.

The man who answered the phone said, "This is the FBI. ”

Liu Zhan, as usual, was inspired again. "I'm Kai Liu from CNV Radio in Carter City. He said, "We would like to send a reporter to your press conference tomorrow. Can you give me the address and time?"

"It's available online. The man said.

"I'm not in the office right now," Liu said, improvised "and our reporters may need to leave very early tomorrow." ”

"The time was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the location was right here, the Federal Building on Golden Gate Avenue. ”

"Do we need an invitation, or can we just have a reporter come in?"

"There are no invitations. All he had to do was bring his official press credentials. ”

"Thank you for your help. ”

"Which station did you just say you're from?"

Liu Zhan hung up the phone.

Press card. How can I get this?

Style said to him, "I wish they hadn't tracked the phone." ”

Liu Zhan was taken aback: "Why do you want to track the phone?"

"I don't know. Perhaps the FBI is used to tracking all incoming phone calls. ”

He frowned: "This kind of thing can't be, right?"

"It's hard to say, they all have the technology to have professional computers, and of course they can. ”

"Okay, but my calls aren't long enough. ”

"Liu Zhan, It's not the 60s of the 20th century anymore. It doesn't take time, and the computer can track the phone in a matter of seconds. All they had to do was look up the bill and they could find the owner who was calling around 1 a.m. "

At this time, he began to worry. "FK," he said, "can they find out where you are?"

"As long as the phone is turned on, it's fine. ”

Liu Zhan quickly turned off his mobile phone.

He began to feel haggard. He's been hit so much today, first by the recording of the amorous message, then by the concept of psycholinguistic analysis, and now by the technology of computer tracking phone numbers.

But in any case, he's going to hold a press conference tomorrow, and he'll get in with a clever mouth, and find out what the enemy wants to do.

They arrived in San Francisco at eleven a.m. and parked their car in a parking lot on Golden Gate Boulevard.

He walked toward Union Square, scanning the faces of passers-by for someone who looked like him.

The streets are full of shoppers, and he has hundreds of faces to pick from. He saw a thin-faced, dark-haired man standing outside a restaurant studying the menu, and for a moment, he felt like he had found a victim. He watched for a few seconds, when the man turned around, and he saw that the man's right eye was injured and he couldn't open it.

Liu Zhan was disappointed, and he continued to walk forward. Finding people is not an easy task. There were many yellow-skinned men in their twenties and thirties on the street, but most of them weighed twenty or thirty pounds heavier than Liu Zhan. He saw another candidate, but this person had a camera around his neck and couldn't look for tourists, Liu Zhan needed someone with a local ID. It's one of the biggest shopping malls in the world, and it's a Sunday morning, so he's pretty sure he'll find someone who looks like him.

Finally, the god of luck favored him: he saw a thin-faced, man of about twenty years of age, wearing large-rimmed glasses, with a very athletic gait, wearing a pair of navy blue baggy trousers and a green polo shirt, but carrying a worn-out tan briefcase with a pained expression on his face.

Liu Zhan guessed that he might have to rush to the company to work overtime. Now, all Liu Zhan needs is his wallet and ID.

Liu Zhanwei followed him through a street corner, imagining himself as a mentally ill person while waiting for his moment.

I'm angry, I'm desperate, I'm a madman who escaped from a mental hospital, and I need to grab twenty meters to buy Du products. I hate everybody, I want to see people on the street I'm a madman, a madman, a madman...

The man walked past the parking lot where Mr. Liu was, then turned and walked into a street lined with old office buildings. For a moment, there was no one else to see but them.

Liu Zhan drew his saber, rushed at him, and said, "Hey!"

The man reflexively stopped, turned around, Liu Zhan grabbed the man's shirt, put the knife in front of him, and shouted, "Hand over the wallet!" Or I'll cut your throat!"

The man should be scared silly, but he didn't. Oh my God, this is a tough guy. The expression on his face was anger, not fear.

Liu Zhan stared at his eyes and saw what he was thinking, the other party was alone, and there was no gun.

Liu Zhan hesitated, if he is deadlocked here now, he will soon be exposed to the vision of the United States police. FK, I can't afford to do this.

There was a stalemate for a moment, and a casually dressed man went to work on a Saturday morning with a briefcase.

But it's too late to think about it now. Before the man could react, Liu Zhan slashed him in the face, making a cut under his right glass.

"It's a warning!"

There were countless masters who died at the hands of Yama, but this was the first time that civilians had been treated, and Liu Zhan also used this method as a last resort.

The man's courage was gone, he gave up all resistance, his frightened eyes were instantly seen through by Liu Zhan, and his body seemed to be paralyzed.

"Alright! All right! He shrieked as he shuddered.

At least not a police officer.

Liu Zhan shouted: "Quick! Fast! Hand it over!

"In my briefcase..."

Liu Zhan snatched the briefcase from the man's hand, and at the last moment, he decided to snatch even the man's glasses. He grabbed his glasses from the man's face and turned to run around the corner, when he looked back. I saw that the man was vomiting on the sidewalk.

Liu Zhan turned right, threw the knife into a garbage can, and walked forward.

After the next street corner, he stopped in front of a construction site and opened the briefcase. There's a folder, a notebook, pens, a paper bag that seems to contain a sandwich, and a wallet. Liu Zhan took out his wallet, threw the box onto the fence, and threw it into a construction waste bin.

He went back to the café and sat down beside the style.

"Hey, Liu Zhan!" it was Yuan Xiaohua who spoke, and I don't know how she came here.

"Why are you here, go home quickly, this is not for you. ”

"You adults are always mysterious, don't think that outings can deceive me, you will be more interesting than them. ”

After Yuan Xiaohua finished speaking, she naughtily spit out her little tongue, and then drank the milkshake she ordered, Liu Zhan looked over at the amorous side, only to see that the amorous was looking at Yuan Xiaohua with appreciative eyes.

He opened his wallet, and it contained cash, a couple of credit cards, a couple of business cards, and an ID card, with a photo on it. Liu Zhan took out a business card and handed it to Yuan Xiaohua: "This is my business card, ma'am." ”

She giggled, "Your name is Xiong Zhihuang, and you're a clerk at the Hines office. ”

Yuan Xiaohua also likes to do this kind of thing, so when she saw Liu Zhan get the wallet, she didn't feel much surprised.

"I guess so. "

Looking at the photo on his ID card, this ID photo was scanned in a self-service photo studio, and he estimated that it had been taken for 10 years.

That's not good, because he doesn't look too much like Liu Zhan, but he doesn't look much like Xiong Zhihuangli himself. The photo is just that.

However, because they are all Chinese, Liu Zhan can still be confused.

Liu Zhan said: "Yuan Xiaohua boy boots, can you borrow your hair ring?"

"Absolutely. Yuan Xiaohua took off a rubber band from her head, and then shook her hair to loosen it down.

Liu Zhan tied his hair back into a ponytail and then put on a rubber band. Then, he put on his glasses.

He showed Yuan Xiaohua the photo: "What do you think of my secret identity?"

"Hmm. She looked at the back of the card, "With this card, you can go to the office in the city center, but you can't get into the bank office." ”

"I think that's acceptable to me. ”

She grinned, "Boss, where did you get this stuff?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Borrowed." ”

"Did you pick someone else's pocket?"

"Sort of. Liu Zhan could see that Yuan Xiaohua didn't think this kind of behavior was bad, but just thought it was more mischievous. He let her think so, and he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was eleven forty-five.

"Are you going to go?"

"Okay. ”