Ambaniel went on to say: "There will be no police and no FBI. We guarantee that no matter what the outcome of the negotiation is, you will be able to leave unhindered. ”

Yes, of course you say that, Liu Zhan said, "Do you believe that there are elves in the world?"

"What?"

"You know, it's the magical Flying Creatures. Do you believe they exist?"

"I don't believe it. He reckoned.

"I don't believe it either, so I'm not going to fall into your trap." ”

"I promise you. ”

"You're going to die of this heart, you're going to die of this heart, okay?"

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Ren Lian turned a corner, and they passed quickly in front of the imposing parliament building. Ambaniel was talking on the phone in one of the rooms, surrounded by people from the FBI.

Liu Zhan looked at the white column and the dome and said, "Let me tell you where we met, and you'd better write it down." Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, I'll write it down. ”

"In the middle of the lawn in front of the Houses of Parliament is a small round table with two garden chairs. Be formal. Let the governor sit there at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"Just sit outside?"

"Hey, if I want to shoot him, it doesn't have to be so much trouble. ”

"I guess..."

"The governor has to carry a signed letter in his pocket to guarantee that I will not be prosecuted. ”

"I can't vouch for this..."

"Talk to your boss. He'll agree. ”

"I'll talk to him. ”

"Get a videographer out there, bring an instant camera, and I want the videographer to take a picture of the governor handing me a letter of waiver, as evidence, write it down?"

"Write it down. ”

"You'd better get this done honestly, and don't play tricks. My earthquake is in place, ready to create one. This time it will hit the first-tier cities. I'm not going to tell you where to go, but I can tell you that there will be thousands

People die. ”

"I see. ”

"If the governor doesn't show up at three o'clock this afternoon, then... Boom!" He hung up.

"Wow," Ren Lian said, "meet with the governor." Do you think it's a trap?"

Liu Zhan frowned. "Probably," he said, "I don't know. I really don't know. "

Zhu Yuting can't make any mistakes in the arrangement. Charlie has worked with the FBI Sacramento bureau to take care of the matter. There is a white garden table on the lawn with an umbrella on it, which looks very elegant. There were at least thirty FBIs in sight of the round table, but Zhu Yuting couldn't see them. Some stood in the windows of the surrounding government offices, some lurked in cars and vans on the streets and in parking lots, and many more in the column-roofed halls of the Houses of Parliament, all heavily armed. Zhu Yuting herself plays the role of a videographer, with a camera and lens around her neck, a gun in a backpack slung over her shoulder, and as she waits for the governor to appear, she looks around the table and chair through the viewfinder, pretending to take pictures.

In order not to let Liu Zhan recognize her, she wore a golden wig. She always has this wig in her car. It is often used to monitor the squatting site on a daily basis, especially when tracking the same subject for several days, and it is necessary to wear a wig in order to reduce the risk of attracting attention or being recognized. When she wears it, she has to endure a little teasing. Hey, Zhu Yuting, let that blonde girl come to my car, don't move.

Liu Zhan was watching in the dark, and she knew this. No one saw him, but he called an hour ago to protest against the barrier being set up in the street. He hopes that the public will be able to pass as usual and that visitors will be able to enter the Parliament building as usual.

There are no other fences around, so visitors wander the lawns, and the tour follows a set route around the Houses of Parliament, the gardens and the elegant government buildings on the adjacent streets.

Zhu Yuting secretly observed everyone through the camera. Rather than focusing on appearances, she focuses on physical features that are difficult to disguise. She carefully observed every tall, thin middle-aged man, and regardless of their hairstyle, facial features, and clothing, she still didn't see Liu Zhan.

Shang Zhigen, who had met Liu Zhan, was also watching. He's sitting in a surveillance van on the corner with blackout windows. He had to stay in the shadows, lest Liu Zhan recognize him and run away.

Zhu Yuting has a miniature microphone clipped to her bra on her chest and hidden in her shirt. She said into the microphone, "I guess if the governor doesn't show up, Liu Zhan won't show up. ”

A tiny earphone pinned to her ear made a noise, and then she heard Charlie's reply: "We just reported the same problem. I hope we can get the job done without exposing the governor. ”

They had discussed finding a stand-in, but Governor McRae himself rejected the plan, saying he wouldn't let anyone else risk it for him.

Zhu Yuting said: "But if we can't..."

"So be it. Charlie said.

Moments later, the Governor appeared at the imposing gates of the Capitol.

Zhu Yuting unexpectedly found that he was shorter than the average person. When she saw him on TV, she thought he was tall. He looked bloated because he wore a bulletproof vest underneath his blazer.

He walked easily and confidently across the lawn, and sat down at the table under a small parasol. Zhu Yuting took a few photos of him. She always carried her camera bag over her shoulder, so she could pull out her weapon at any time.

At this time, she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye.

An old Chevrolet Antelope was slowly driving into Tenth Street, the body of the car was painted in sky blue and cream white, the paint was peeling, and the wheel arches were rusted.

The driver's face was hidden in the shadows, and she looked around. There wasn't a single agent as far as the eye could see, but everyone was definitely paying attention to the car.

The car stopped on the side of the road opposite Governor McRae, and Zhu's heart beat faster.

"I guess that's him. The governor's extremely calm voice came through the headphones, and the car door opened.

The man who got out of the car was wearing blue jeans and sandals, and the open plaid work shirt showed a white T-shirt waiting for him to stand up straight. Zhu Yuting found that he was about one meter seven or eight tall, maybe more than that, he was very thin, his hair was black and long, and he had a masculine ruffian taste.

He wore large-framed sunglasses and a colorful cotton scarf as a headscarf, and Zhu Yuting stared at him, hoping to see his eyes.

Her headphones made a murmur: "Zhu Yuting, is it him?"

"I can't see it! She said.

The man looked around. It's a big lawn, and the little round table is twenty or thirty meters away from the roadside. The man walked towards the governor, and Zhu Yuting felt that everyone was looking at her, waiting for her instructions.

She took a few steps, standing between him and the governor. The man noticed her movements, hesitated for a moment, and then walked on.

Charlie spoke again. "And now?"

"I don't know! She whispered, trying not to move her lips, "Give me a few more seconds." ”

"Don't wait too long. ”

"I don't think it's him. Zhu Yuting said. All the E-fit images show Liu Zhan's nose like a knife, and the man's nose is flat.

"Are you sure?"

"It's not him. The man was already a stone's throw away from Zhu Yuting. He walked around her and walked towards the governor. Without stopping, he slipped his hand into his T-shirt.

Charlie's voice came from the headphones: "He's digging guys!"

Zhu Yuting got down on one knee and fumbled for a pistol from her camera bag, and the man began to take something out of his shirt. Zhu Yuting saw a dark cylinder that looked like a gun barrel. She yelled, "Don't move! FBI!”

Agents hidden in every corner streamed out cars, vans and the parliament building, froking the man out.

Zhu Yuting pointed a gun at his head and said, "Take it out slowly and give it to me." Move fast!"

"Okay, okay, don't shoot me. He pulled something out of his shirt, a magazine, rolled up in a cylinder with rubber bands tied around it.

Zhu Yuting snatched it from him. She was still holding a gun, and she was checking the magazine. This is an issue of Time magazine, and there's nothing hidden in the cylinder.

The man said in a frightened tone, "Someone gave me a hundred dollars and told me to give this to the governor!"

Agents surrounded McRae and escorted him back to the Capitol, and Zhu looked around, scanning the lawn and the streets. Liu Zhan was watching this scene, he was definitely watching. Where the hell is he? The visitor had stopped, staring at the running agents. A tour group is being led by a guide down the steps of the gate.

Just as Zhu Yuting looked at them, a man in a Hawaiian shirt broke away from the tour group and walked away. There was something on him that caught Zhu Yuting's attention, and Zhu Yuting frowned.

The man was tall. Because the Hawaiian shirt was loosely squeezed around the man's waist, she wasn't sure if he was fat or thin. His hair was covered by a baseball cap, and Zhu Yuting followed without saying a word, and her steps were fast.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry. Zhu Yuting did not raise the alarm. If she had called all the agents and ended up chasing an innocent tourist, it might have given the real target a chance to escape. But her instinct made her quicken. She had to look at the man.

He turned the corner.

She heard Charlie's voice coming from the headphones: "Zhu Yuting? What's wrong? ”

"It's looking at someone. She said, gasping slightly, "It may be just a tourist, but you send a few people to follow me, maybe I need backup." ”

"Okay. ”

She came to the corner and saw the man in the Hawaiian shirt disappear into the Capitol through a pair of tall wooden doors. She felt as if his steps were quicker. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder behind her. Charlie was talking to a couple of young men and pointed at her at the same time.

On the path across the garden, Shang Zhigen jumped out of a truck parked there and walked towards her. She pointed to the building. "Did you see the man?"

"See, it's him!" he shouted.

"You stay there. She exclaimed. He's a civilian, and she doesn't want him to get involved. "Far from here!" She ran into the Houses of Parliament.

She found herself in a grand hall with an intricate mosaic floor tiles. It's cold and quiet. In front of her was a wide, carpeted staircase with ornate balustrades. Did he go left or right, upstairs or downstairs? She chose the left. The hallway folds to the right. She rushed through an elevator and found herself in a rotunda with a sculpture-like ornament in the center of the hall. There are two floors above the hall, the top of which is an intricately decorated dome. Here, she was faced with two choices: should he go straight, turn right, and go to the "horseshoe", or go upstairs from her left-hand side? She looked around. A member of the tour group was staring at her gun in fear. She looked up into the circular hallway upstairs and caught a glimpse of a bright shirt.

She chose the nearest one from the pair of grand staircases, and stammered up.