After Zhang Heng and the three of them settled in a hotel, they had a hasty meal and fell asleep one after another.

In a foreign country, Zhang Heng's safety is particularly important, so no matter how Zhang Heng persuades, Li Kui and Ma Chao did not agree to rest together, and in the end, Li Kui was on duty alone in the first half of the night, and in the second half of the night, Ma Chao was on duty.

Zhang Heng couldn't resist the two of them, and when he saw that there was no trace of fatigue on their faces, he gave up, returned to the room, and began to fall asleep.

He had no specially trained body, and he was already very tired after getting off the plane, so he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhang Heng woke up, he found a faint sound of conversation in his ears.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, there was a somewhat dim room, a clean quilt, a cold wind from the air conditioner, and the huge hotel room was empty.

The soundproofing of the room was not very good, and Zhang Heng could clearly hear the quarrel coming from outside the high door.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Heng got up, opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunlight came from outside, he washed up in the bathroom, put on his clothes, and opened the door.

In front of him, in addition to Li Kui and Ma Chao, there were four or five Americans who were dressed quite formally, and in the entire hotel corridor, there were three steps and one sentry, and there were heavily armed special police officers, which stretched to the end of the corridor.

"Boss!" Ma Chao said in a deep voice: "These people are from the CIA (United States Central Intelligence Agency), and they want to talk to you. ”

There was obvious astonishment on Zhang Heng's face, CIA? When did I have a relationship with this kind of national machine?

A middle-aged man with a short beard and a wise man stood up, shook hands with Zhang Heng, and said with a pleasant face: "Mr. Zhang, hello, I am CIA agent Michael Charry, welcome to Washington, you can find our help if you have any needs in Washington, we will provide 24-hour privacy protection for internationally renowned superstars." ”

Zhang Heng frowned, 24-hour personal protection?

What are you kidding, it's simply a matter of whether the monitoring is good or not!

Li Kui and Ma Chao are real military backgrounds, and they naturally know that this so-called protection is actually monitoring that violates human rights, so they should be cold-faced.

If it weren't for Zhang Heng's lack of orders, and the fact that this was the United States, the two of them would probably have taken this Agent Charry hostage as soon as possible.

Zhang Heng thought about it for a while, and the current situation was nothing more than two reasons.

The first is yesterday's drug incident, and the second is that after I came to Washington, I ran to Citibank non-stop and revealed my tokens.

The former will not alarm the CIA, and the latter may be, but Zhang Heng is now at a loss in his heart, and he doesn't know whether the so-called token really has that much magic.

At this moment, the elevator door in the corridor opened, and a group of seven people wearing black suits and sunglasses walked out coolly, but they were intercepted by the special police.

It's just that among the seven people, someone took out a certificate, and after the special police checked it, it was a stern salute.

Release.

Zhang Heng saw this scene very clearly, and the agent named Charry was no exception.

Charry's face changed, he smiled apologetically at Zhang Heng, and then ran to talk to the seven people in person.

Zhang Heng was at the door of the room, only to see Charry holding the certificate handed by the other party with a pale face, and after looking at it for a while, he returned the certificate to the other party angrily, and did not look at Zhang Heng again, waved his hand, made a gesture, and dozens of special police officers left with him one after another.

When only the three Zhang Heng and the seven people wearing sunglasses were left in the entire corridor, the world seemed to be quiet.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!"

A fluent Chinese came out of the mouth of one of the seven men, who took off his sunglasses to reveal an Asian face, and smiled: "My name is Shi Wenlong, my ancestral home is Rongcheng, Jiangbei, China, and I am now employed by the general manager of Citigroup's Washington region. ”

After speaking, he handed his identity document and related materials to Zhang Heng to prove his identity.

Zhang Heng was stunned, and his heart instantly understood!

It's true!

That token turned out to be real!

Zhang Heng couldn't believe it in his heart, in fact, since he knew the so-called "Wang Hui" mysterious organization in his grandfather Zhang Qisong's mouth, Zhang Heng's heart has always been skeptical, but what his grandfather said is the Tao, and all kinds of questions point to this so-called "Wang Hui" organization, which makes Zhang Heng dare not believe it, and he has to believe it.

Because Zhou Jieyu is now one of the preparatory members of the "Wang Hui" organization!

In the photos that grandpa showed Zhang Heng, Zhou Jieyu is now training hard somewhere, just to be able to become an official member of the "Wang Club"!

How powerful are the full members?

No one knows for sure!

But according to the half-star that Zhang Heng got from his grandfather, almost every official member has the economic and armed support of the world's top families behind them!

The first purpose of the "Wang Society" is to support each other and unite with each other, according to the Chinese interpretation, that is, "when one party is in trouble, all sides support!" ”

In other words, when a full member of the "Royal Society" is in trouble, all members of the entire Royal Society will use their networks to help that member tide over the difficulties!

It's a terrible force!

A small and medium-sized country can destroy the armed forces and economic system of a small and medium-sized country!

Zhang Heng's heart fluctuated, looking at the information in his hand, Shi Wenlong is the agent arranged by Citigroup in Washington, D.C., who runs and controls all the Citibank financial systems in the city, although he is of Chinese descent, but he is a native of American. The United States is an open country, with a mix of yellow, white, and black races, Zhang Heng is not surprised by Shi Wenlong's Asian identity, he raised his head and said calmly: "Oh, what's the matter?" ”

Shi Wenlong was stunned, and he could clearly feel the sense of distance brought by Zhang Heng.

But he didn't look angry at all, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, we at Citibank would like to express our sincere apologies to you for the negligence caused to you by our bank staff yesterday. In fact, because that token is very important, in the past 20 years, few of us in Citibank know the meaning of that token, and we Citigroup will bear all the losses caused by it. ”

"I don't know if Mr. Zhang can take out your token again, let me check it, oh, don't worry, I don't mean anything else, just check the nails of the token, hehe, you know, this token is important and cannot be lost." Svenlong said.

He had a gentle smile on his face, which looked like a spring breeze, but the more he was like this, the more uneasy Zhang Heng's heart became.

At this moment, Zhang Heng suddenly woke up.

It has been at least forty years since Doug Phil handed over the token to his grandfather, and time is the most ruthless weapon.

For example, Mr. Doug said that as long as you come to any Citibank with his token, you can get his news as soon as possible.

But now, decades have passed, Zhang Heng came to Citibank, and after showing the token, not only did he get the courtesy he imagined, but he was also bombarded by the bank staff!

Obviously, for such a long time, there must have been all sorts of incomprehensible differences in between.

In case he hands over the token, and the other party suddenly kills people, who will he talk to?

At this moment, the content of spy war movies with a huge amount of information in Zhang Heng's mind passed by, and he already believed that there was an organization like "Wang Hui" in the world, so he also had reason to believe that the unbelievable things that appeared in spy war movies would inevitably happen in reality.

Therefore, he will not hand over the token without receiving accurate security information.

Zhang Heng's silence made Shi Wenlong's smile thicker and thicker, like a quiet and elegant cobra.

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to know the authenticity of that token, where did you put that token? Still is...... Wearing it on you? ”

I don't know why, Zhang Heng heard Shi Wenlong's gentle words, and his neck was cold for no reason.

This kind of momentum with a knife hidden in a smile is quite similar to the villain Boos-level characters in various big movies, so Zhang Heng became more and more careful.

"Oh, yes!" Shi Wenlong suddenly remembered something, and snapped his fingers, "I got the news yesterday that a few thugs extorted some money from you......"

With the sound of snapping fingers, a man in sunglasses standing next to Shi Wenlong took out a check from his arms and handed it to Zhang Heng, and not far away, the elevator door suddenly opened, and several militants who were fully armed to the teeth and couldn't see the specific faces clearly, carried a super large sack and walked over.

The sack was lowered, and several groans of pain came from the sack.

Zhang Heng was stunned, looking at the check for $50,000 he handed out yesterday in his hand, and then at several bloodstained figures exposed in sacks, a little incredulous.

The figure in the sack was the same thugs who chased Donnie yesterday.

At this time, their faces were covered with blood, and several people were lying on the ground half-dead, completely devoid of yesterday's arrogant momentum.

Looking at Shi Wenlong's smiling face, the uneasiness in Zhang Heng's heart became stronger and stronger, and he knew that it was time for him to make his own choice.

To pay, or not to pay?

Li Kui and Ma Chao looked at Zhang Heng quietly, as long as Zhang Heng gave an order, even if there was an iron wall in front of them, the two of them could do their best to poke a hole between them and protect Zhang Heng from leaving safely!

But obviously, Zhang Heng didn't want to leave so wolfly,

He put the check back away, and didn't have time to think about where Donnie, who had been detoxified, was now, just looked into Shi Wenlong's eyes, and said calmly: "The token is indeed on me, but I can't fully believe you now, the person who entrusted the token to me said that the token can only appear in Citibank." ”

"Oh, I see, so what? Do I have to go to the bank to verify? Shi Wenlong smiled, made way out, bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and said politely: "Please." ”

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