Qingyang University, No. 2 Teaching Building, in the principle course of the number jù library, Nan Ming, Su Hongyi and Han Dong were lazily lying in the back row, Nan Ming was making up for sleep, Su Hongyi was holding a copy of "Deciphering the World's Most Dangerous Mercenaries", watching it was fascinated, and when he was excited, he couldn't help but slap the table.

Han Dong was also lying on his stomach, but he was woken up at this time, and said angrily: "Don't let people sleep, can you be quieter!"

Today is Saturday, and two days ago, in order to help Nanming install supercomputing, the entire curriculum of the Institute of Information Technology was completely messed up, and Saturday began to make up for the missed class hours.

This guy is skipping class and running away too much, hurry up and brush your familiar face at this time, this truant trio, has been complained to death by his classmates, if he doesn't come again, I'm afraid I'm going to be expelled from the class.

Han Dong suddenly felt that the surroundings were very quiet, and felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up, his eyes widened.

Liu Nanchuan was standing beside them, looking at the three of them.

Liu Nanchuan was smiling, so enthusiastic that he could melt the glacier, sat on an empty table in front of the two of them, and asked with a smile: "What are you looking at? ”

Joke, let people who can assemble supercomputing in one day, come to the basic class of the principle of the number jù library?

Isn't that a waste of time?

As for what I said before about making them fail the course, don't mention it.

In fact, at this moment, Liu Nanchuan is begging these three people, no matter who they are, to be his students.

Su Hongyi smiled, scratched his head, turned the book over, and showed Liu Nanchuan the cover, Liu Nanchuan took it and flipped it over, and said, "Tsk." This romance is too powerful, this mercenary is really so powerful, what do you want the regular army to do? I guess it's all a rumor. ”

"Who knows, it's too far away from us anyway, and it's impossible to meet in this life. Su Hongyi said with a smile.

Just then, a buzzing phone vibrated sound. Nan Ming picked up the phone and lowered his voice and said, "Hey, I'm in class, why are you calling me? ”

Liu Nanchuan sat beside Nan Ming speechlessly, looking at the sleepy-eyed Nan Ming, I'm here, Master Nan!

"What? Racing? I'm not interested, I don't want to be cheated by you anymore. Nanming directly refused.

"You said it's not your racing, it's watching a drift race?"

For the current Nanming, replenishing energy should be eclectic and can have a novel experience. It's also a way to replenish energy.

So Nanming was a little moved.

It's the bear kid Lu Rongfu who called, today is Saturday, Lu Rongfu doesn't go to class, so he thinks about calling Nanming to watch the drift race.

In another city, less than 100 kilometers east of Qingyang, there is an international circuit, and today there will be a Chinese leg of the international drift race.

"Okay, come pick me up. Nanming hung up the phone and began to turn his head. I want to ask a teacher for leave.

"Go, go. Let's have fun!" Liu Nanchuan hurriedly stood up, courteous like an old woman.

Not long after, Lu Rongfu drove to Qingyang University, and there was another bear child, He Cunping.

Lu Rongrong has just returned to China and has no friends of the same age. has a good relationship with He Cunping.

This time, Lu Rongrong didn't drive his red BMW again, he drove an ordinary black private car, Nanming jumped into the car, and before the car started, a person pulled away from the co-pilot. sat up, it was Zhao Gaofeng.

Zhao Gaofeng didn't worry about these two bear children going out with Nanming.

So when Qing Linqiu called Nanming, Nanming's answer was: "Ah, I'm not at school, I'm at the racetrack, come on!"

Qing Linqiu's eyes widened, Nanming would also go to watch the racing car? It's not like his style, if it's Chen Haocong's kid, he will definitely like it.

But he still said to the driver: "Go to the International Circuit." ”

……

Joe McGovern sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the huge, slightly messy city.

As he watched, he thought about his thoughts.

McGovern came from the FBI and is an excellent agent, even within the FBI, he has a brilliant performance.

This time I came to China to hunt down an international drug trafficker.

It is said that this drug dealer once appeared in Qingyang, and the news is not known to be true or false.

Therefore, he applied to China through Interpol, and the central bureau of China applied to Guò, and then forwarded his application to the Qingyang police, asking for cooperation.

It was supposed to be just an ordinary cross-border business trip, like dozens of previous ones, to various countries, and then to show his superb expertise, in the stunned eyes of the locals, to capture the prisoners magnificently and escort them back home.

But this time on the plane, there was a change.

As soon as he boarded the plane, he was invited to a small separate room by the stewardess in the name of inspection, and a man in the captain's uniform was waiting for him, and the first thing he said when he saw him was.

"Mr. McGovern, have you ever applied for the CIA?"

"It was decades ago. McGovern is a high-minded man, and since he was rejected by the CIA, he has never continued to apply, but has been mixed up at the FBI.

"Just apply, you're now recruited. ”

McGovern was stunned, how did this trick change?

McGovern is in the photo because he is a person who has no bad record and is innocent, but his perennial law enforcement in the FBI has enough discipline and execution, and he is the most suitable person.

And McGovern's application, which was made a few weeks ago, is not easy to suspect.

In a situation where it is difficult for professional spies to infiltrate, recruiting such a person is the best option.

"Why?" McGovern was a little upset.

"Because you're the best. These achievements you have achieved, even if they are placed in the CIA, can be ranked in the top five, and working in the FBI is a waste of your talent. ”

"And because you have a patriotic heart, your country needs you now. ”

Then, by the time he got off the plane, McGovern had gone from McGovern of the FBI to McGovern of the CIA.

His first mission has also changed from arresting drug dealers to chasing down a person who doesn't know the specific identity and carries a strange program comparable to the Vision of God.

"I can't do this kind of thing alone. McGovern said.

"Of course, we're going to try to give you some help, and you have some help, a few years ago, there was a team that snatched an important target from our CIA, they should have been charged with leaking secrets and treason, and I got them away, they owe me a favor, this team is the best, and now they're in a car race. ”

"It's a ......"

"Racing teams, or once underground racing teams, are now transitioning to full-fledged racing. ”

McGovern's eyes widened: "What's the use of such a team?"

"This team has computer whizks, mechanics, vehicles and the best drivers in the world, and each of them is the best gunman, and the target they snatched last time was the leader of a terrorist organization. Would you say that such a team is useless?"

The captain handed McGovern a small badge: "Take this, show it to any of them, and convince them." ”

"But be careful, the Chinese are very cunning. Finally, the captain warned him.

"It's just a bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys. McGovern sneered.

His impression of China is that he is ignorant and backward, and in several exchanges with the Chinese police, he has even left the impression that the Chinese police are backwardly equipped, poorly staffed, and lack professional knowledge.

"I hope they will obey my orders and not drag their feet. That's McGovern's idea, "At least they know how to obey orders." ”

The Qingyang police attached great importance to McGovern's cross-border pursuit, and reported it to the hall and mobilized several of the best policemen, including Chen Wei.

The idea of the Qingyang police is very simple, that is, they must not lose people, let alone throw people internationally.

Early on Saturday morning, Chen Wei drove to Qingyang, met with He Shan, and went with several other excellent police officers to receive McGovern and cooperate with his pursuit mission.

For the Qingyang police, it is also a big deal to catch this international drug dealer.

When Chen Wei and others saw McGovern, their first impression was: bald eagle.

McGovern is six feet five inches (1.93 m) tall, with short, straight white hair, thick lines, and sharp eyes, and is one of the few middle-aged men in the West who has not been crowned. (To be continued......)