The arrival of the SWAT officers alarmed the security guards of the community, and since the bombs had been defused, there was no mass evacuation in the community.

However, the necessary search was still needed, and soon, the entire Splendid Garden community was noisy, and even people who had fallen asleep were woken up by the noise outside.

Most of the people who live in the Splendid Garden Community are ordinary people, who have never seen this kind of scene of loaded guns, and they are both national security and special police, and they basically cooperate with the work of the police honestly.

Chen Xin entrusted Yang Jing to the special service team of the Provincial State Security Department, and ignored Yang Jing's expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

Chen Xin said hello to the head of Jiangcheng's national security department and left the scene. The boss of the national security system in Zhijiang Province had already received the news from above, asking them to fully cooperate with Chen Xin's work. Therefore, when Chen Xin left, no one stopped him.

Chen Xin found a secluded alley, and after making sure that no one was following him, he summoned the "Little Butterfly" armor and plunged into the air.

", let's go to Tokyo!"

……

Tokyo Narita International Airport.

The old cat carried a small handbag and hurried into the international passenger transfer channel of Narita Airport.

At this time, it was already half past five in the morning local time in Japan, and the distant sky was dyed red by the glow that was about to erupt.

The old cat was in a good mood, and the operation went unexpectedly smoothly, not only did it not alarm the people in the Chinese military intelligence department, but also brought the target out of the way.

You must know that the old cat has been trembling for half a year, and he has been worried that his surveillance actions will provoke the forces behind the Chinese girl.

The old cat didn't want to face that terrible silver-armored warrior again.

If it hadn't been for the CIA's grip. How could he take on such a task?

Fortunately, the enemy did not show up until the operation was successful, which greatly relieved the old cat.

After cooperating with the special operations team from the United States to carry out the mission, the old cat immediately went straight to Jiangcheng Airport and flew directly to Tokyo.

The next one will have nothing to do with the old cat, and in just over two hours, he will board a direct flight to Los Angeles, where he will meet Anne, and then his employment with the CIA will officially end.

The old cat who got off the plane regained his original appearance in the airport bathroom, and then he went to the breakfast bar and ordered a Japanese breakfast, eggs, rice, grilled fish, and vegetable salad. There is also a bowl of miso soup.

Compared to the kind of Chinese food that is heavy on oil and seasoning. Old cats prefer this light Japanese food, not to mention that it also provides enough calories for old cats.

The old cat was eating very pleasantly, and just as he was fantasizing about the reunion with Anne, a sudden throbbing flashed in his heart - this was a sign of danger!

Years of mercenary career. It's this intuition that is incomparably sharp. Only then did the old cat escape from the guns of death again and again.

"Who?"

The old cat brushed his head up. The only thing that made him feel strange was that a young man with glasses was walking towards him with a smile on his face not far away.

Could it be that the dangerous instinct came from this young man?

The old cat was a little stunned. His eyes were vicious, and he could naturally see that this young man had not undergone any martial arts training, and his steps and posture were no different from ordinary people.

And the other party was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, and there was no trace of a hidden weapon.

But such a person brought a sense of danger to the old cat, which made the old cat quite awkward.

The old cat is silent on the surface, but his nerves are highly tense and ready to act at any time.

The young man sat down across from the old cat, his face filled with a harmless sunny smile, and his first words made the old cat's heart tremble.

"Mr. George Wayne, the largest mercenary broker in the Middle East, a part-time arms dealer, now working for the CIA, the manager of the Starbucks coffee shop in Wuzhong Plaza, Jiangcheng, or should I call you Mr. Cooper?"

"What are you talking about, sir?"

The old cat blinked his eyes and looked dazed, but his hand moved quickly, picking up the stainless steel fork and stabbing it fiercely at the young man's palm.

"Ding—"

The young man's palm was suddenly covered with a layer of silvery-white metal, and he forcibly blocked the fork.

The old cat's eyes widened, and suddenly it seemed to remember something, and his expression turned into horror.

The old cat got up and wanted to run, but the young man moved faster, and grabbed the old cat's wrist with his backhand, and the next moment, a syringe suddenly appeared in the young man's hand, and the slender needle pierced the old cat's neck.

After a few seconds, the syringe disappeared, and the young man let go of the old cat.

The old cat covered his neck and panted violently, and said loudly, "You...... What have you done to me?"

The old cat's voice attracted the attention of some people around him, and the young man frowned and said, "If you want to live, calm me down." ”

The old cat rubbed his shoulders and stared at the young man fiercely, without speaking.

Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the people around looked away again.

Chen Xin smiled and said, "Old cat, you are a smart person, you should know what I want." ”

The old cat's eyes flickered, and he looked away and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about." ”

Chen Xin smiled faintly and said, "Do you think your Annie will understand?"

"Annie?"

The old cat's pupils suddenly widened, and it took a long time before he gradually returned to normal, he let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "Okay, what do you want to know?"

Chen Xindao: "Where did you take Ling Wei?"

The old cat said, "I don't know. ”

Chen Xin's face froze, and the old cat hurriedly said: "I really don't know where they took Miss Ling, I am just responsible for monitoring Miss Ling and cooperating with their actions, the only thing I know is that they took off from Pudong International Airport in Pearl City on a Gulfstream G550 business jet and left China." ”

Chen Xin squinted, staring at the old cat without speaking.

A few seconds later, the voice of the steel hammer sounded in Chen Xin's mind: "Lao Dou, at half past eleven o'clock last night, there was indeed a Gulfstream G550 plane taking off from Pudong, and the destination was Canberra, the capital of Australia. But ......"

"But what?"

"The plane is registered under IBM. ”

“IBM？”

Chen Xin suddenly frowned.

Its owner, Paul Nauert, was executive vice president at JPMorgan Chase & Co., and is currently a member of IBM's board of directors and the company's third-largest shareholder. ”

Everyone knows that although Warren Buffett is the largest shareholder of IBM, everyone knows that he has a close relationship with the Morgan family, not to mention that the Morgan consortium is also one of IBM's shareholders.

Chen Xin looked at the old cat again, and suddenly asked, "Old cat, are you sure that this operation was led by the CIA?"

The old cat said, "What do you mean?"

Chen Xin shook his head, got up and left.

The old cat hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Hey, what did you inject me just now?"

Chen Xin turned back to him and smiled mysteriously, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

The old cat restrained his desire to chase after him, and he had a faint feeling that he would meet this mysterious young man again. (To be continued......)