Safe house, as the name suggests, is the first thing to ensure is safety, this is an agricultural area in the United States, full of farms, away from the crowd, you just fight in the field every day and there is probably no audience.

This is a small farm, of course, the so-called small, compared to other farms in the United States, in fact, as far as the eye can see, it is not much smaller than the parks in China.

The van drove to the intersection with a wooden sign next to it that read, "Private territory, trespassers will be held legally responsible." ”

Amid the barking of dogs, the lights came on in the cottage on the farm, and the owner of the farm, a bearded uncle who looked indistinguishable from other American farmers in the area, stepped out, carrying a Remington double-barreled shotgun.

Gold-rimmed glasses jumped out of the car first, and shouted at the beard, "Tom, it's me." ”

Tom had already received the news beforehand, and when he saw that it was his own people coming, he put away his shotgun and came forward to shake hands with everyone warmly, it seemed that he had not communicated face-to-face with people from China for a long time.

On the surface, the farm looks the same as any other farm, but the interior is unique, with weapons, food, water, communication tools, medical equipment, and everything in the basement. There are cameras around the safe house, so you can spot when someone approaches.

Tom took out food to entertain everyone, Li Xiaoning used the confidential phone in the safe house to report the latest situation to the embassy, and two field agents watched over Ye Zhiqiu.

After the report, Li Xiaoning was bored, opened the refrigerator door and wanted to get a bottle of drink, but saw the refrigerated plasma.

"There are all kinds of blood types, and there are operating tables and shadowless lamps here." Tom came over and helped Li Xiaoning get a can of Red Bull drink, introduced it very kindly, and did not ask Li Xiaoning's name, the agent is not a police officer, and his identity determines that they will not ask these sensitive questions.

"Been here for a long time?" Li Xiaoning accosted him in a friendly manner.

"It's been some years." Tom replied vaguely.

"You speak Chinese very well." Li Xiaoning thought for a while and added, "It's better than any American I've ever seen Chinese." ”

Tom laughed: "That's because I'm originally Chinese, oh, my father is Chinese, I was born in China, grew up in China, and came to the United States later." ”

Li Xiaoning suddenly realized that mixed-race children were originally more like Americans in appearance, and sending mixed-race agents was indeed the best cover.

After a while, the confidential phone rang. Tom stepped forward to pick up the phone, listened to it, and then handed it to Li Xiaoning and said, "Looking for you." ”

Li Xiaoning took the phone, and the voice of Ambassador Feng Hong came from the other end, "Xiaoning." The above instructed you to stay put, protect Ye Zhiqiu, wait for the response personnel to pass, and then escort him back to China for trial. ”

"Understood." Li Xiaoning calmly agreed. This order was almost the same as he imagined, Ye Zhiqiu's identity was too sensitive, and he would definitely be escorted back to China for trial. Before the truth of the matter comes out, this Ye Gongzi's life is also very precious, if there is any accident, there will be countless aftermath that need to be taken care of.

"Stay safe, safe houses may not be safe." "The F.B.I. has intervened in the investigation. ”

"Yes." Li Xiaoning agreed expressionlessly. In fact, he has already thought about this, after all, the US intelligence department is not a vegetarian, especially the FBI, which is definitely an expert among experts in dealing with terrorist activities and espionage in the United States. Although the pursuers have not yet appeared, it does not mean that people cannot find out your whereabouts. In fact, the Four Seasons Hotel is full of cameras, and the FBI can easily find a few of them, and then find it here.

After making the call, Li Xiaoning said with a stern expression: "Comrades, I don't say much, the situation we are facing now is very dangerous, everyone must work hard to deal with a possible situation." Ensure the safety of the target before the backup arrives. ”

"Understood!" Several people nodded solemnly and said.

Gold-rimmed glasses nodded at Tom, who opened the gun cabinet embedded in the wall, which contained a row of spears, magazines, grenades, and gas masks.

Li Xiaoning took an SCAR rifle, which is a modular weapon with a replaceable barrel. It can meet various tactical needs, and the combat effectiveness has also been greatly improved. Then he picked up two handfuls of Colt M1911A1 and stuck them behind his waist.

"Do you say, will the Americans come?" A field agent asked.

"It's not a question of if, it's a question of when." The gold-rimmed glasses snapped and put the magazine on the M14 in his hand.

"Then let them have no return." Another field agent made a nonchalant statement. The field agents who can be stationed abroad are all selected top talents, who are politically reliable, have excellent military skills, and have a long-term patriotic education, which makes them hate the United States to the core and despise it to the core. Coupled with the fact that the field agents in the United States had been purged before, they hated the Americans even more, especially those in the intelligence services.

"It's just that I haven't opened meat for a long time, and I've been suffocating it for a long time." The agent who asked the question just licked his lips and checked his Type 95 assault rifle, he was not afraid, just a little nervous, and a little vaguely expectant.

The gold wire glasses unceremoniously poured cold water on them: "The military literacy of the Americans has always been the top in the world, and our strength is to engage in intelligence, not to fight such a tough battle." When the time comes, we must not be impulsive, and focus on preserving our vitality and waiting for backup. ”

"Yes!" Several field agents hurriedly agreed.

Li Xiaoning was talking to Tom about the defense capabilities of the safe house.

"Our farm is mainly for disguising identity, not designed to be a fortress. The walls are made of ordinary wood, not bulletproof, and have a basement, but no tunnels. Originally, the most important thing in a safe house is concealment, not solidity, and it is not interesting to make a fortress, and people will attack you with Hellfire missiles, even if the walls are embedded with bulletproof steel plates. Tom has an eye for Li Xiaoning and is very willing to chat with him.

"Do you have a map around here?" Li Xiaoning moved on to another topic.

"There must be." Tom pulled a plastic folded map out of the drawer and handed it over, "Here you go, I still have it." ”

"Thank you." Li Xiaoning opened the map, first asked where he was now, and then looked at it carefully.

It was late at night, and everyone lined up on duty and took turns to keep vigil and stay on guard against possible surprise attacks.

At this time, at the Four Seasons Hotel in New York, in the FBI's temporary command post, a middle-aged man with a small head was connecting all the clues bit by bit on the whiteboard. Suddenly, he slapped the map with the whiteboard pen in his hand - Canton, Ohio.