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Central Florida. Third-tier cities: Orlando.

More than 10 foreign affairs personnel of the Watermelon Alliance drove to a civilian house in a civilian area at the same time.

It was Altaïr's home.

However, what surprises these people is ......

They actually pounced.

Altaïr is missing, and he is not at home.

Mr. Americas, who received this information, panicked and immediately called the Orlando City Police Department.

"Call up the surveillance at the intersections and help me check Altaïr's whereabouts."

"Yes, sir!"

At this moment, Mr. Officer, who was in charge of the affairs of the Americas, was very anxious. He wasn't afraid that Altaïr would run away on his own, he was afraid that he would be kidnapped by another group.

If that happens, then things get tricky.

In the anxious wait of Mr. Officer, more than 10 minutes later, a call from the Orlando City Police Department came.

"Sir, I found it! He wasn't kidnapped, and we found him at the Spatial Portal Toll Gate on the outskirts. According to the Toll Booth Authority, the man had purchased a ticket half an hour earlier and traveled to New York. ”

What the? New York?

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, thank you for me, Director."

"You're welcome, sir! It is an honor for us to be able to help the Watermelon Alliance! ”

After saying that, the two sides hung up the phone.

Later, Mr. Officer called the New York City Police Department again and asked for their help in finding Altaïr's whereabouts.

The New York City Police Department has no way to refute the demands of the Watermelon Alliance.

Because, even Mr. Governor of New York is a peripheral member of the Watermelon Alliance.

As a result, the New York City Police Department immediately called in citywide surveillance and began screening Altaïr's whereabouts.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes......

The New York City Police Department has still not been able to locate Altaïr. Because New York is so big, it's the economic center of the United States and the world. In normal times, there are millions of permanent residents alone.

How easy is it to find Altaïr's location among the millions?

The New York City Police Commissioner was in a hurry.

Fortunately, after another ten minutes, the police finally saw Altaïr from the surveillance at a traffic light intersection.

He's getting out of a taxi!

And that address is: Park Avenue, Manhattan.

Oh my God, how did he get there?

Is it a coincidence? Or is it accidental? What exactly did Altaïr want to do?

Receiving a reply from the New York Police Department, Mr. Officer was stunned on the spot.

Not for anything else, because the Park Avenue neighborhood in Manhattan is home to two exceptionally noble people.

One is: the woman of the great god Ike - Miss Chu Yun'er.

The other is also: the woman of the god Ike - Miss Alice.

Damn, Altaïr didn't want to go to Ik, did he?

Is he crazy? No one introduced him, and he couldn't enter those two manors at all.

Those two manors are hidden in the elite armies of China and Britain, and they have unlimited killing rights.

"Call the headquarters immediately, and ask the headquarters to contact the British Military Intelligence Agency and the Chinese National Security Bureau, and ask them to show mercy, Altaïr is a member of our Watermelon Alliance!"

"Yes, sir!"

……

New York. Manhattan Boulevard. Alice Manor.

The British soldiers, who were dutifully standing guard, suddenly frowned as they saw a sneaky middle-aged man.

The man had been wandering across the road, occasionally turning his head to look at the manor.

Is it a spy?

"No. 7, No. 9, you two go over and ask!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Hearing the order, the two British soldiers immediately left their posts and walked towards the opposite intersection. The right hand of the two kept pressing on their waists, and their eyes were full of wariness.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a little frightened.

At this moment, the man wanted to retreat, to leave this place quickly.

However, for some reason, the man seemed to suddenly think of something. He gritted his teeth and walked over to the two British soldiers.

Such an unusual move made the two British soldiers feel nervous.

In the dark, they seemed to feel a powerful threat from this strange middle-aged man.

The feeling was so intense that it was like facing a beast.

Who is this person?

At this moment, two British soldiers suddenly pulled out their pistols and aimed them at the middle-aged man's head.

“Stop！ Stop！ Raise your hands and put them above your head! ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately stopped moving forward and raised his hands high.

"Don't shoot, I'm an American, please don't shoot, don't shoot!"

On the streets, countless people paused one after another, and many exclaimed:

"God, what's wrong?"

"Could it be that some bad guy wants to assassinate Miss Alice? Oh my God, what about our federal prodigy? Is it still at Alice Manor? ”

"Whoever dares to disadvantage our little Ike is our enemy!"

"That's right! No one is allowed to assassinate our little national treasure! ”

"Protect little Ike! Protect little Ike! ”

An American citizen shouted slogans and surrounded the middle-aged man.

"Protect Miss Alice! Protect our British roses! ”

The British tourists also shouted slogans and rushed towards the middle-aged man......

"Bang--"

The British soldiers fired their guns into the sky, and the loud sound of gunfire rang out in all directions, stopping all the onlookers.

If so many people really rushed to the front of the manor, the situation would be extremely complicated.

If there are other killers hidden in these onlookers......

I can't imagine!

Unthinkable!

"Nighthawk! Nighthawk! The sentry calls the Nighthawk! There is an emergency at the door, is it allowed to shoot? ”

The captain on duty shouted loudly with a military headset.

With this call, less than a minute later, two tactical squads rushed out of the manor, armed with automatic rifles.

At the forefront was none other than Mr. Smith, nicknamed Agent Nighthawk!

In the middle man's extreme fear, Nighthawk came to him.

"Your name is Altaïr, isn't it?"

Nighthawk's voice was cold, shivering.

Hearing the question, the middle-aged man hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, I'm Altaïr!" Sir, I'm not a bad person, I'm really not a bad person! I'm here to find Ike, please help! I'm really not a bad person! ”

"Altaïr, you should be glad that if the Watermelon Alliance's call comes half a minute later, they'll have to collect your body!"

"Sir, I'm ......"

"Come with me! Mr. Ike knows you're coming, and tells me to take you in! ”

"Yes, yes! Thank you sir, thank you! ”

Under the watchful eye of the onlookers, Altaïr followed Nighthawk into Alice's manor.

At this moment, no one knows what Altaïr risked his life to find Lord Ike today; No one knew what he wanted to do with him.

Love?

Money?

Or ...... The fruit of life?