When I heard that our flight was suddenly cancelled, my brow jumped. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Many people on the same flight with us immediately made a fuss, and many people around them stood up and rushed towards the staff at the boarding gate, shouting loudly, and for a time Chinese, English and dialects flew together.

In the face of angry passengers whose flights were delayed, the airport staff gave us a reply with a smile on their faces.

There were reports that a bomb had been planted on the plane we were travelling in.

The plane is currently undergoing a full inspection, and it is uncertain when it will be able to take off, and there are also anonymous reports that among the passengers on this flight are Zoroastrian extremist militants in China's northwest frontier, so the FBI will be stationed here to question all passengers.

Belch......

When I heard this reason, I looked at Huang Fat Man and knew that this matter was a little bad.

Although the colonel was driven away by our uncooperative attitude and threats of racism, he quickly replied with the most drastic way possible, and detained us all at the airport.

You must know that after the 911 war on terrorism, the United States is fully vigilant for similar things, and it is impossible to relax any little thing.

For this reason, there is no way for the plane to take off anyway.

The fat yellow man took out the cigarette and patted me on the shoulder.

I understood what he meant, and followed him to the nearby smoking area.

The fat man handed me a cigarette, lit it for me, and got one for himself to smoke.

At the time of ignition, the fat man covered his mouth and said, "Someone is staring at us, if there is a professional lip stylist and distance audiometer, our conversation will be exposed......"

He didn't speak, but spoke softly in a nasal voice.

I took a puff of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and then built a Qi field barrier to roughly prevent the spread of sound, and then I used the means of sound transmission to say to him: "I know, how do you transmit sound into the secret?" ”

The fat yellow man smoked a cigarette, but spoke in a nasal resonance: "It's not good, I'll just do it." ”

I said okay, I can intercept this little bit of your voice.

Huang Fatzi said: "What went wrong? ”

I didn't think about it, and replied directly: "It should be Willy III of the Willie Skull Society." We shouldn't have used our previous identities to participate in the auction, and now we guess it's been investigated......"

Huang Fatzi said that the invitation letter was obtained through the leather bag company of Ciyuan Pavilion on the side of the United States, and the number of candidates was fixed and could not be disguised.

I slowly exhaled the smoke ring and said, "No one thought that Willy III would be so crazy that he would choose to do it directly at the Bellagio Hotel and make such a big fuss, and it would be strange if they didn't find out about us - but how could they think of our airport and flights?" ”

Huang Fatzi said, could it be that Xu was making trouble here?

Xu calm?

I had a calm smile on the man's mind, and I didn't think it was very likely.

Of course, such a possibility will not be ruled out, after all, Xu Danding is a member of the Maoshan Sect, and he is very likely to represent the meaning of the sect and the court, and will trap us in this; In addition, in addition to him, there is also the driver, that is, Xu Danding's subordinates.

Xu calmly may not be able to do anything to us because of friendship, but we don't know that driver at all.

So anything that could have been.

In addition to Xu Danding being very suspicious, there are also some other things, that is, about our identity at the moment.

A fake identity is a fake identity after all, although Ciyuan Pavilion has put some effort into it, but it is impossible to really find a person to maintain it all the time, so the relevant credit records, work information, etc., cannot withstand inspection.

That's what the FBI does, high-tech, as long as it's targeted, a lot of means can distinguish the real from the fake.

In addition, the purchase of air tickets may be found to be omission.

Hearing the fat man talk about this possibility, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I mean, if you say that, aren't we in danger now?

The yellow fat man nodded quietly and said yes.

I asked him for another cigarette, refilled it, and said, "If that's the case, when the FBI people come over and interrogate them one by one, won't we be directly exposed?" ”

Huang Fat Man said don't be too nervous, this matter is just for us to scare ourselves, maybe we can get through the trick?

I used to watch a lot of American dramas, and I have enough understanding of the methods and IQ of those FBIs in my head.

Such opponents are all battle-hardened guys, and there will never be a problem of insufficient IQ balance, and if we pin our hopes on the stupidity of our opponents, then it will appear that we ourselves are stupid.

I was silent for a while, and finally made a decision.

I said let's withdraw.

Yes?

The fat man was stunned for a moment and said why?

I said that this is the best way, if we wait for their people to come and check, as long as we ask a few questions about this fake identity, about income, jobs, neighbors, addresses and so on, we can't answer them at all, even if they are deceived, others will investigate......

But if we leave, where can we go?

I pondered for a moment, and said that we had to make sure that Willie III of the Willie Skull and Bones Society was dead.

The fat man said that you have already killed him, didn't you?

I said that I thought it was like this, but now that I think about it, I start to doubt it again - if he is dead, there is no proof of all death, even the rest of us will not know our true identity, and only if he is alive can we explain why the investigation is so strong......

The fat man said how do you want to find him? Go to that warehouse? Stupid, he escaped death, how could he go back?

I'll talk about this again, there will definitely be a way; If he really isn't dead, I'll send him to their foreign Grim Reaper.

Indeed, Willy III is not only our most important threat, but also the one I hate the most.

Even though I chose to work with him, I still couldn't quench my hatred for him.

This gang leader is so bad that it drains pus, from head to toe.

After the two of them decided, they snuffed out their cigarettes and returned to the crowd, pretending to be angry, and after a few minutes, we began to retreat to the nearby bathroom.

In the bathroom, Fat Yellow and I both completed cross-dressing and disguise, and turned into two other people.

Two white men.

When we got out of the bathroom, we saw two people walking towards us, and if we didn't look at the appearance, if it was just temperament, we could feel the identity of the other party.

Police, or military.

This is already doubting our rhythm.

After leaving the bathroom, we left the waiting room and started walking in the other direction.

After more than 10 minutes of twists and turns, we finally left the airport smoothly.

Looking back, the fat man spat viciously on the ground, and then scolded: "Damn, I'm almost going back." ”

I reached over and put my arm on his shoulder, saying that this was the enemy we needed to face, far more powerful than we thought.

The two flagged down a taxi and headed back to Las Vegas.

After we came back, we didn't stay too long, and rushed directly to the warehouse of the previous Willie Skull Society, but when we arrived, we found that there was something wrong with the surrounding movements, so we held our patience and did not start immediately.

It was only in the evening that we went over and found that the warehouse had been sealed.

It wasn't the FBI that shot it, it was a bunch of menacing guys.

Judging by the people standing outside, it looks like they have been in battle.

It should be someone from Blackwater.

We didn't dig deeper, but did a general look before leaving.

However, even with such caution, after walking for a while, we still feel that we are being targeted.

However, the other party's methods are obviously very clever, and people are almost imperceptible.

Glancing at the fat man, we began to detour down the path.

After another ten minutes of walking, we blocked the stalker in an alley.

The man was a small man with green eyes, with two symmetrical scars on his face, and in the dark alley, his eyes radiated a faint light, which made people's hearts cold.

Looking at each other, the fat man asked calmly, "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

The little man squinted at us and said, "Who are you?" ”

The fat man said impatiently: "What's your business? ”

The little man smiled and said that if you dare to say such words, you may not know my name, right?

Who do you say?

The little man said I was one of the twelve angry men under the Green Parrot, Coyote More.

The fat man shook his head and said that he had not heard of it.

The little man suddenly became angry, and said that you are not from the United States, it seems that you are from the underground world, how can you not even know about my famous coyote Mohr?

Ignoring his self-praise, I said, "What are you doing with us?" ”

Isn't it suspicious that Moore said that the Willie Skull Society had done an unforgivable thing, that we Green Parrots were scrutinizing all of their relationships, and that you were visiting the Willie Skull Society's headquarters in Las Vegas at this time?

I'm right, we're looking for Willy III, do you know his whereabouts?

Moore snorted coldly, saying that the undead was seriously injured and did not know where to flee, but rest assured, our people already knew about him and were on their way to arrest him......

Oh?

When I heard this, I couldn't help laughing, stepped forward, stretched out my hand, and said Hello, Washington Chinatown, disciple of the Northern Sect of the Heavenly Master Dao, Mai Ruitang, we are also looking for Willy III.