The coordinates provided by Hawkeye are only an exact location, and who knows if the plane will turn? Who knows where they're going? Nobody knows.

"This is an An-124 transport plane." At this moment, the goshawk, who had not said a word since entering the house, suddenly spoke.

"So what?" Hawkeye leaned back on the couch, his eyes behind his glasses glinting with a strange light. He knew that the goshawk was good at these things, so he also knew that the goshawk would definitely provide him with some useful clues that he could use to track down.

"An 124 is a giant transport plane." Goshawk continued. "It weighs 175 tons empty, and the maximum load is 150 tons, they use such an aircraft, I think, it can't just be a simple mann, right?"

"I see." Hawkeye suddenly became extremely excited, and immediately lay down in front of the computer and banged again.

This time, just a minute later, Hawkeye looked up and said. "I found that a month ago, only one An-124 took off from the United States to Rio, and now the range can be narrowed down, and they are not in Africa, but in South America -- you know, Africa and South America are very close to each other, and the map is marked by 20 degrees west longitude."

"There are a lot of tropical rainforests in South America." The silver fox said complainingly on the side.

"Indeed." Hawkeye smiled. "South America has more rainforests than Africa -- you know, the United States has always liked to play the role of the world's policeman, so their satellites are all over the place. I just poured into one of their MSI and took a general look, but I didn't find any big target, I thought, maybe some kind of shielding was made. ”

"Ready, let's go to Rio." Qiao Mu made a decision directly, he was the captain, and his words were no different from the Holy Decree now. Although the people of Longteng never wore military uniforms, they were still soldiers. And the soldier takes obedience to orders as his duty.

In fact, arbor is not without plans. Even if there was no Yan Murong matter, they would have taken some action after they knew about it.

"Thank you." Yan Murong looked at Qiao Mu and said sincerely. For the first time, he thought this man who always had a straight face was cute.

"Don't thank me, I'm not helping you, I'm for the country." Qiao Mu's words directly made Yan Murong's gratitude to him disappear as he had just risen.

This man is really boring, Yan Murong thought to himself. I finally sensationalized once, but I was hit by such a straightforward blow, grinning and saying that you are welcome, can you die? ――

Washington, D.C., in an interrogation room at FBI headquarters.

The light on the ceiling of the interrogation room was bright, illuminating the small room as if it were daylight, and the interior was simply furnished, with only a table and two chairs, and then, a large one-way pane of glass, which looked inside as a mirror, while the people outside could see everything inside.

The old man's hands were handcuffed, the chains passed through the iron ring in the middle of the table, both hands were on the table, his body sat straight, but his eyes kept looking at himself in the mirror.

"Rocco, go in and ask." Nari said as he looked at the man standing beside him.

Rocco nodded, pushed the door open, and walked into the interrogation room.

"Hey, old man, how are you?" Rocco is a Caucasian man, and when he speaks, he speaks authentic Chinese, and although his tone sounds a little weird, it is quite standard.

"What do you say? Why don't you try to sit in my place? The old man said expressionlessly, but his words could choke people half to death. If Yan Murong was present, he would definitely be shocked, and then he said that he had finally solved the case, and his sharp mouth was passed on from this old man who usually likes to pretend to be cool.

Sure enough, hearing the old man's words, Rockey's face became a little embarrassed, and the muscles on his face twitched, and only then did he forcibly adjust a smiling face - no way, he was here to sing white face.

"Haha, I've sat in that position, and it doesn't feel very good." Rocco snorted and said. "Sir, I like your Chinese culture very much, so I often study some of your Chinese history - China is a country of etiquette, and we pay attention to etiquette when dealing with people and things, so can we have a good chat? Yes, chat like an old friend you haven't seen in years. ”

As he spoke, he deliberately walked out, and when he came back, he had two more cups in his hand, which turned out to be filled with tea.

"Come, old sir, let's talk over tea." Rocco said with a smile. "I like tea very much, although the first time I drank it, I felt that it tasted weird, but it was bitter and fragrant, and the more I drank it, the more I wanted to drink it."

"Chat like an old friend?" The old man asked, tilting his head sideways.

"Yes, chat like an old friend." Rocco said with a serious face. "We can insult each other and confide in each other, like old friends who haven't seen each other in years."

"Is that what you call chatting like an old friend?" The old man's handcuffs shook with a clatter. "In our Huaxia, there is no such way to chat, can you open it for me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't be the master." Rocco looked apologetic. "Although I'd love to open it for you."

“****！” The old man did not hesitate to reward him with a three-character sentence - oh no, it is a four-character scripture. Then, slowly, with a look of course, the urn said angrily. "You said it, we can abuse each other."

Rockey suddenly felt that his two legs were like two highways, and the blood rushed to the top of his head at a speed of one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour, almost spurting blood directly on the spot.

I have been studying Chinese culture for 30 years, and I thought that he was already the second in the United States, and no one dared to recognize the first Huaxia Tong, but the old man in front of him taught him a solid lesson today, letting him know how broad and profound Chinese culture is. Looking at the old man's eyes, he felt that he was despised. That look in his eyes seemed to say to him - dare to say that he understands Chinese culture like this? Young students, go back and study for a few more decades.

God knows how much Rocco wanted to pull out his gun and kill the guy who insulted his mother—in fact, he did the same.

When he was greeted by his wife, he couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the gun directly from his waist. However, he did not choose to shoot irrationally, but smashed the old man's head with the butt of his gun, and let him suffer a little first.

"Rocco, what are you doing? Stop it. ”

Just then, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and Nari shouted angrily. "We're the FBI, not the cops, and we can't torture to extract confessions."

As he spoke, he looked at the old man again, quickly changed his face to a small face, and said to the old man apologetically in not very authentic Chinese. "I'm sorry, sir, but please forgive Rocco for being impulsive."

With a smile on his face, he was depressed in his heart - he said that he sang blackface, why was he robbed of the show so quickly?

PS: Hurry up or not before 12 o'clock......