In the federal state prison, several men in short black coats walked into the cell area with a narrow aisle, led by a white man who showed his ID to the prison guard, and the sturdy prison guard took a look and quickly opened the iron door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where is that Huaxia person locked up?" The guard clearly knew who he was referring to, and he stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and the man pouted, motioning for him to lead the way, the guard looked a little reluctant, but still picked up a bunch of keys from the table and led the men into the front cell.

Except for a few white men, at the end of the walk was a man with a Chinese face, his eyes under the sword eyebrows were fierce, and every step he took was as precise as if he had been measured, and for the prisoners on both sides, he didn't even have a straight eye until he was in front of a separate cell.

The cell door was opened by the prison guards, but he did not enter himself, and the white man at the head smiled and stretched out his hand to the two people in the back: "Thank you for your company, go back and say hello to old George for me, and tell him that he doesn't owe me a favor now." ”

"That's not for sure, George said, and now you owe him a favor."

McGee laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly, "You're right, I owe him." ”

Soon, the two men left with the prison guard, McGee motioned to the Chinese man, and they walked into the cell one after the other, McGee closed the iron door, and in the small space, made a loud noise, awakening the people in the room.

It was a separate cell, it looked more like a ward, and there was a person lying on a small bed, there were no scars on the surface, only the horror in his eyes, as if he had been greatly traumatized, and the Chinese man couldn't help frowning.

"Wei Ru, Wei Ru, look at me." The Chinese man stepped forward and pressed the man's shoulders and shouted in his ear, and after a while, the man looked at him in a daze and screamed.

"Save ...... Save me! ”

The Chinese man couldn't believe his eyes, and when he turned his head, McGee pointed to the man's bottom a little helplessly, and he came to his senses, the muscles on his face twitched, and anger came out of his mouth.

"Mr. McGee, I suppose we should be collaborators, if not friends, are you treating our people too much?"

"Zhou, you misunderstood." McGee, of course, understood what he meant: "Mr. Wei's injuries were not caused here, in fact, when we found him, they were already ...... It is initially suspected that a group of black men did it, but there is no evidence yet. ”

"A bunch of blacks?" The Chinese man sneered: "What kind of black man killed ten well-trained agents at once?" ”

"I'm sorry that this happened, but you have to understand, this is New York, we can't interfere, and it's the safest way to leave it to the FBI, if it weren't for that, I'm afraid you wouldn't have seen him today."

The man was obviously not satisfied with his answer, but he knew in his heart that what he said had some truth, if the matter involved the CIA, even the Americans would be afraid that they would kill him, and where would he let him come here.

"When can I take him away?"

"The FBI needs to close the case there, Mr. Wei is not in good spirits, this is an extremely favorable explanation, of course, in view of the crimes he committed, the US government will not allow him to enter the country, Zhou, there is only so much I can help you, please believe that your friend has done his best."

McGee's face was full of sincerity, and the Chinese men had to accept that they were an unofficially recognized regional organization, and that it was impossible to have diplomatic immunity, and that they would be exempt from criminal prosecution on the grounds of mental illness, which was somewhat justified, and they would have to pay a lot of money for it.

"What you asked us to do last time cost me six elites, do you know how much effort it takes to train them?" Before paying these prices, Chinese men had to bargain with the face of a businessman.

McGee listened to this slightly lame English, and shook his head repeatedly: "This is not our request, Zhou, you have to figure it out, this is a cooperation, and it is good for both parties." ”

"But we didn't get anything out of this cooperation."

"Don't get excited, my friend, you have to take a long-term view." McGee smiled like an old fox: "At least your behavior in the United States is beyond the category of tourists, right?" ”

Seeing that he still wanted to argue, the old fox waved his hand: "According to the information you provided, our people successfully completed an operation in Pakistan, but unfortunately, they were not caught, are you sure that among those people, there will be someone who knows about the 'Mending Heaven Plan'?" ”

"I can't be sure, but according to the news from our insiders, this group of people are all from the secret department, and the leader is very high-level, even if he is not involved, he should know some inside information, since there is no living mouth, then this operation, in my opinion, can only be called a failure, not only that, they will definitely understand that there is a traitor inside them, maybe we will lose an extremely important nail because of this."

As for the question of which is more appropriate to describe the mole "nail" or "mole", McGee thought for a while but found nothing, this may be the inherent thinking of Orientals, he shook his head and threw these messes out of his head, walked over and put his arm around the other person's shoulder, and left the bedside.

"Zhou, I don't think we have a disagreement about the common enemy of the imperial capital government, so why not talk about some constructive topics?"

"Mr. McGee, no matter what you have planned, you need people to complete it, but this is what I lack the most now, everything was going well, and now that something like this has happened, I have no way to explain it to the top."

Obviously, his clever tongue did not work, the Chinese man could see at a glance what the other party was trying to do, and the latter's answer made McGee a little helpless, feeling that things were about to get out of control, none of these people were obedient, not at all like the Chinese people he knew.

"I know what you're thinking, but not now, this matter is too big, the FBI only gave me one day, and they will set up an investigation team internally for this, Zhou, I've had enough trouble, don't get it to the end and make things out of control."

As a last resort, he could only give a vague warning, and the Chinese man almost shouted in a low voice: "Then my people died in vain?" ”

"Trust me, the FBI will find the killer." McGee understood that his words were not very convincing, and the chips he could come up with were limited, and the Chinese man's anger went quickly, and finally stopped, this is the United States, and he has no bargaining qualifications.

"Tell me, what else do you want to do?"

"It's a very simple thing, and it doesn't take many people." McGee took out a photo and handed it to him: "Don't do it here, New York is messy enough, I don't want to give my friends any more headaches." ”

The Chinese man put it in the pocket of his underwear without even looking at it, and glanced behind him: "I'm going to take him away now." ”

"Okay, I'll go talk to them." McGee glanced at the man on the hospital bed, patted the man on the shoulder, and turned to walk out.

The door to the cell was closed again, and the Chinese man walked up to the bed, approached the man's ear and said, "Now there is no one, tell me a name." ”

Wei Ru looked at him blankly, the muscles on his face gradually became distorted, and a scream like a beast squeezed out from between his teeth: "Han ...... Dawn...... Rue! ”

A woman? The Chinese man pulled out the photograph of a man and a woman, intimately holding each other, stared thoughtfully for a moment, put the photo back on his body, and stood quietly in front of the hospital bed, waiting for McGee to arrive.

Before Ding Wenjun returned to his office, he went to visit Mary in the hospital center, her heart bypass surgery had been completed, and her postoperative recovery was relatively good, but her spirit was still a little low, so she only stayed for a short time, and when she fell asleep, she left the building.

When she got off the elevator, she couldn't help but glance at the other side, but she didn't find any familiar figure, with a feeling of not knowing whether to be disappointed or happy, Ding Wenjun hurried back to the company, and sure enough, pushed open the door of the office, and there were already people waiting for her inside.

"It's off work, and there's no one outside." After closing the door, she suppressed her feelings, and the man in the room turned his head and looked at her deeply.

"I waited for you for an afternoon, and your secretary said that he would go out at noon, what happened?"

Ding Wenjun didn't dare to hide it, and reported the situation of his meeting with the 'deep sea' as it was, and there was a regretful expression in the man's eyes, it was obvious that he had just learned the news.

"Comrade 028's sacrifice is to protect our safety, and the follow-up matters have been dealt with organizationally, and the comrades on his line have been evacuated, so you can rest assured."

"The suggestion of 'deep sea' is very important, the Americans will definitely track him down from Canada, but there are so many Chinese people crossing the border every day, they just have to screen, and it is not so easy, each of us has a proper job, can withstand any form of investigation, once you feel that there is danger, immediately send an emergency contact code, we will help you evacuate."

"I don't have a problem, but he said that the target was targeted by the CIA, and the specific reason is not clear."

Ding Wenjun's words surprised him, if it was just a guess before, now it can be sure that the target appeared in that building, and there was definitely another purpose.

"The operation in the port area, the news said that the Americans rescued six kidnapped Chinese female students, and later I learned about it, they disappeared in San Francisco, California, Philadelphia and other different places, plus the girls you saw that night, this must have been a premeditated plan, the initiators were the people we met, the target was to rescue them, and those black people were just smoke for him to cover."

"I know." Ding Wenjun thought of the girl who committed suicide, her expression was a little gloomy, her words once again confirmed the man's inference, and only those field workers would understand what would happen to those girls once they fell into the hands of hostile forces.

"If that's the reason, the CIA can only act against him secretly, and our job is to keep him safe, especially you."

"I ......" Ding Wenjun hesitated again and again, but still didn't say the other party's words: "That American reporter Giessen, do you need me to contact him?" ”

The man shook his head: "It's not that simple, since the news has been suppressed, it means that this person has either been threatened or bought, no matter which one it is, our contact with him will be extremely dangerous, and now is not the time." ”

He looked at Ding Wenjun's face, thinking that her worries came from China, so he patted her on the shoulder: "I just received the news, Lao Lin is out of danger, and when this mission is over, the organization will give you time to return to China to visit them." ”

This news made her happy, and the depression in her heart was all dispelled at once, and her emotional changes were fully seen by the man, this is the process of a novice growing up, and there is still a long way to go to achieve the sophistication of joy and anger.