George. Charles didn't trust Zuo Han, and he couldn't even confirm Zuo Han's identity. But he believes that Zuo Han has a grudge against the organization behind Paul, and the cooperation is also to achieve his own goals.

But the elder Charles is not averse to this, and it is a good thing to have a goal of cooperation when there is no mutual trust. If Zuo Han put on a look of no desire and no desire, old Charles would not be at ease.

And Zuo Han only wanted to destroy the plan of the Blood Lan Organization through Old Charles, and confirm Claudia's detailed location in Boston, and he didn't care much about what Old Charles thought.

The two took what they needed and reached a consensus. When the elder Charles recovered, he left for the United States to meet the granddaughter Catherine of the elder Charles in Boston.

Old Charles consciously ate more salt than Zuo Han ate, and went to his own territory, thinking of playing a leading role in cooperation. But when he set foot on American soil, the elder Charles discovered his innocence.

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"How can you get such a broken car, and it's not that you don't have money?"

"Don't forget who we are now."

"Okay, forget the car. But can you go to a better store to buy food? Look at this hot dog, it's all moldy. ”

"Don't forget who we are now."

"I'm rheumatism, can I go to a better hotel tonight?"

"Don't forget who we are now."

“**……”

"You're swearing again."

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According to the old Charles's idea, he disguised himself as a businessman, and Zuo Han disguised himself as a bodyguard and smuggled into the United States.

Zuo Han basically had no objection to this, but only put forward a little opinion on his identity.

In the end, old Charles's hair, beard and even skin had all changed color, he was wearing bells and whistles, he had fake tattoos on his neck and face, and now he had lost weight several times, and he was an old hippie.

If these can be endured, after arriving in the United States, old Charles really wants to strangle Zuo Han.

The two were smuggled into the country from New Haven, Connecticut, and then to Boston, Massachusetts. In order to enhance their safety, the two decided not to take any means of transportation, but to get a car and drive it themselves.

As a result, Zuo Han got an old-fashioned Ford pickup truck, I don't know which scrapyard it was taken from, it was called a broken one. Food, accommodation, but also can be dealt with, in short, there is a cheap and certainly not expensive.

Old Charles had been tortured for more than a month before, and he was not very accustomed to the diet on Mandelin Island.

On this day, in a small town near the city of Hartford, old Charles finally came to an end. Because there were no roadside stalls, there seemed to be a problem with the electrical circuit of a street, and the monitoring could not be used, so Zuo Han finally agreed to go to a burger restaurant on the street to have a bite to eat.

Sitting on the soft seat and looking at the steaming hot dog in front of him, old Charles was so moved that he almost cried.

While old Charles was gobbling up, a brown-haired young man in a suit and leather shoes walked in at the bell in the door.

Zuo Han was facing the door, glanced at the man, and reached out to press Charles's hat down.

Charles concentrated on dealing with the hot dog in front of him, ignoring Zuo Han's unusual behavior.

The brown-haired young man was thin and had very bright eyes, and he looked like he was twenty-seven or eighteen years old. After entering the door, I first looked around before sitting down and ordering food. Intentionally or unintentionally, the right hand rests on the thigh.

Zuo Han glanced at the young man a few times, but he didn't pay much attention.

At first glance, this person is a police officer or a detective who has just entered the profession, and he is very vigilant and has poor concealment, as if he is afraid that others will not recognize his identity.

The brown-haired young man looked around as he ate. looked at Zuo Han and didn't care, his eyes stopped for a few seconds on the old Charles with his back to him, and he was about to move away.

But suddenly, as if he had discovered something, the young man looked back again, and looked at old Charles carefully, his eyes becoming more and more excited.

Zuo Han pretended to lower his head and drank his drink, observing the young man with his spare eyes, and couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart.

At this time, the appearance and body shape of old Charles have changed, even people who know each other may not be able to recognize it, will a rookie see what is wrong?

While he was thinking about it, the young man came over with his plate and sat down directly next to old Charles.

Old Charles was stunned, turned his head and asked, "What do you do?" ”

"Introduce yourself, Rist, FBI agent." The young man put his papers on the table and said with a slight smugness: "Mr. Charles, I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

The corners of Charles's eyes jumped, and Zuo Han also had a different color flashing in his eyes.

"I don't care if you're an FBI or an MBI, but I'm not called Charles." Old Charles muttered and continued to deal with the hot dog in front of him.

At this time, he couldn't even believe his own son, Charles naturally wouldn't believe the FBI, let alone that he didn't know whether the guy in front of him was real or fake. But Charles is also puzzled, now this virtue, he can't even recognize himself, how does he see it?

"Is this the man threatening you?" Rist glanced at Zuo Han and said, "Don't worry, my pistol is pointing at him." ”

Under the table, Rist had already pulled out his pistol and knocked Zuo Han on the knee.

Zuo Han shook his head and said, "Mr. FBI, it doesn't matter if you recognize the wrong person, don't go off and hurt the wrong person." ”

"Still want to deny it?" Rist nodded at Charles and said, "Mr. Charles's disguise is indeed ingenious, and he can't tell that he is a person at all. However, you overlook a small detail. Mr. Charles's ears. ”

Zuo Han turned his eyes to look over, and Charles himself subconsciously touched his ears.

"What's wrong with the ears?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

"I carefully looked at all your photos in the last three months, and found that you have two black moles on your left ear, which are smaller than ants. Others may have them, but they can't be exactly like yours. Position, shape, spacing...... There is no difference. ”

Charles was stunned for a moment. He doesn't know this kind of thing himself, and this FBI agent really has a set.

Zuo Han was also surprised and looked at Rist: "I admit it, you surprised me very much." Although you are a newbie, the veteran agents may not have your insight. ”

"Thank you for the compliment. So, are you ready to surrender your weapons to me? Rist smiled smugly again, continued to hold the gun under the table with his right hand, and took a bite of the half-eaten hot dog with his left hand, as if he had everything under control.

"Unfortunately, I'm not going to do that." Zuo Han nodded his head and said, "You are not as good as your insight here. ”

Rist's face sank: "Don't think I'm joking, this gentleman. If you don't want to have multiple holes in your stomach, it's best not to do something stupid. ”

"I didn't do anything." Zuo Han spread his hands on the table, signaling that there was nothing. But when he stretched out his palm, a faint white glow swept into Rist's hot dog.

The white mangs flashed away, and the sausages in the hot dog turned green. But Rist was unaware of this, snorted, and took another big bite.

Rist chewed hard, as if this would create more pressure on Zuo Han.

But after less than two bites, Rist's expression changed.

"Ah...... Oh...... Wow...... Ha ......"

Rist dropped his pistol and jumped straight onto his chair, whining and spitting out everything in his mouth. The corners of his mouth and chest were mixed with green vomit, and tears and snot could not stop flowing out.

The people around him were startled, and then there was a wave of nausea, covering their noses and looking at him with disgust.

The clerk was even more dissatisfied: "This gentleman, even if you don't like to eat our food, don't affect the dining of other guests." ”

"Yes, damn it......" Lister spit out several times, finally relieved himself, and scolded intermittently: "...... You guys, what's going on with your shop, why do you put so much mustard......"

"Mustard? What mustard? The clerk walked over with a puzzled expression.

"Drink something and press it." At this time, Zuo Han kindly handed Rist a drink.

Rist was uncomfortable, so he took it and drank it all.

And then......

"Ahhhh......h

Zuo Han shook his head: "This is an authentic second pot head, even if the degree is high, as for this." ”

The store was in chaos when two police officers who had been alerted to the police walked in.

"What's going on here?" A police officer asked.

Zuo Han pointed at Rist and shouted: "Officer, he has a gun, and he wants to rob this place......"

Rist only felt dizzy, stared as if he heard the word "gun", and subconsciously ran to the chair and picked up his pistol.

"Lay down your weapons!" The two officers immediately tensed up and drew their guns and pointed them at Lister.

The rest screamed and fled in all directions.

"I, I'm the FBI......," Rist said, holding up the papers on the table.

Two police officers cautiously approached, and one of them took his ID and checked it.

Rist only felt that his head was two big, and he just wanted to lie down and sleep for a long time, and he couldn't stand steadily. Inadvertently looked to the side, Zuo Han and Old Charles were about to walk out, and Charles looked even more sneaky.

"Don't, don't let them run, run ......" Rist staggered and was about to catch up, when two policemen next to him pounced on him and crushed him underneath.

"Damn drunkards, you dare to fool us."

"**, this guy's gun is real!"

"Damn, it's dangerous......"

Two policemen scrambled to handcuff Lister, and the dazed Lister was powerless to resist. Before he fell asleep, he vaguely saw the documents that were lost in front of him.

The words FBI are true, but ......

What about your own photos? What's the deal with that Garfield on the papers?

With the last few doubts, the rookie detective of the FBI, Lister, fell into a complete coma. (To be continued.) )