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Wearing sunglasses and dressed casually, Fei Lun swaggered out of the Los Angeles General Office, flagged down a taxi, and ordered, "Go to the most expensive hotel nearby!" ”

"Yes, sir!" The driver responded, slammed on the accelerator, and drove out.

On the other side of the car, Sanchez in the driver's seat was boredly reading the newspaper, Amena in the passenger seat was meditating, and only Phoebe kept an eye on the gate of the police station.

Seeing the taxi go away, Phoebe wondered: "Strange, why is the figure of that person so familiar just now?" Well? No, it's the guy with the surname Fei! ”

"What did you just say?" Sanchez, who was reading the newspaper, looked back at Phoebe, and Amena, who was meditating, opened his eyes.

Phoebe said eagerly: "Turn around quickly, turn the car around, the surname Fei didn't drive a Ferrari, he escaped in a taxi!" ”

Amena was stunned, "Shouldn't this be?" Are you sure it's him? ”

"I know him when he turns to ashes!" Phoebe was sure.

Hearing this, Sanchez, who had already started the car, shouted: "Sit tight! In order to avoid being intercepted by the traffic police at the intersection in front of him, he also took out the police lights from under the driver's seat and put them on the roof of the car, only flashing.

Sure enough, the traffic policeman who wanted to intercept saw the flashing lights, only thought that Amena and the three were plainclothes, so they let him go.

After chasing two blocks away, they found that the taxi in which Pheren was riding was carrying a black man leaving the door of the hotel.

"The surname Fei must have entered the hotel!" Dropping these words, Phoebe had already pushed the car door open.

"Wait!" Amena reached over and grabbed Phoebe's arm, "This hotel is only a few steps away from the police station, don't you think it's strange that Feron doesn't drive his Ferrari and takes a taxi?" ”

"It doesn't matter if he's weird or not, in short, he must be in this hotel, go in and check the video!" As she spoke, Phoebe also took out an FBI detective card from her jacket pocket.

"Oh, okay!" Amena spread his hands and said, "Sanchez, I'll go to the hotel with Phoebe to check, you're in the car, keep an eye out for the suspicious people coming out of the hotel!" ”

"Okay, Captain!"

A few minutes later, the hotel lobby reception.

With the help of FBI credentials, Amena and Phoebe managed to see the hotel's surveillance footage 10 minutes ahead, one of which showed the camera at the hotel's main entrance swaggering into the lobby.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Amena was dumbfounded, "He didn't come to the front desk, he went straight to the elevator room......"

Phoebe immediately said: "I photographed him in the elevator, it was the picture from three minutes ago, in the elevator on the twelfth floor!" ”

The two women immediately turned their eyes to the real-time monitoring screen on the twelfth floor, no, played back two and a half minutes ago, only to see Fei Lun disappear into the corridor and turn into the emergency channel.

"What is he doing in the emergency lane?" Phoebe said.

"There are no cameras there!" The receptionist at the front desk next to him reminded, "The suspect who is being monitored by the two is not going to do any damage in our hotel, right?" ”

Phoebe laughed when she heard this, "It's better if he wants to wreak havoc, so we can arrest him immediately!" ”

When the front desk receptionist heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Seeing this, Amena diverted the topic and said, "Where in your hotel is the surveillance camera closest to the emergency channel?" ”

"It's supposed to be a stairwell!" As he spoke, the receptionist pointed to the staircase on the left-hand side, but unfortunately there was no one on it.

Phoebe immediately said: "Captain, I'll go to the emergency passage and stairwell to have a look, if you can't contact me later, or if I don't come back in half an hour, you will notify the director!" ”

Amena understood what Phoebe meant, and said in a conflicted mood: "Be careful yourself! ”

"I wish he had attacked me and revealed his true form!" Phoebe threw down the words and headed for the stairwell without hesitation.

Although the receptionist at the front desk couldn't understand the dumb riddle played by the two women, he was worried: "Do you want to call a security guard?" ”

Amena waved his hand and said, "If my colleague can't handle it, it's useless to call the security guard!" ”

Just as Amena and Phoebe parted ways, Feron, who had become a thin black man, had changed his clothes and easily jumped across the alley to the rooftop of the adjacent building, which was much lower than the hotel. Because he moved extremely lightly and quickly, and there were only two or three kittens on the road except for cars and pedestrians, no one noticed this superhuman move at all.

When Faren came out of the low building, he was a young white man again, wearing Associate Doctor glasses, a light-colored shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and the image of a researcher. Then, he hailed a taxi and rushed to downtown's Chinatown.

Feron came out this time, firstly, to get rid of the annoying NSA, and secondly, to go to Las Vegas to explore the field first. However, in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the NSA, he could not sit on the flight, so he had to choose to take the bus.

Unfortunately, when I arrived in the downtown, I didn't encounter a Chinese bus, so I had to choose the American Greyhound bus, which sometimes takes seven or eight hours to reach Las Vegas.

There was no way, Feron immediately bought a ticket and just boarded a Greyhound bus that was about to depart.

The Greyhound bus quickly got on Highway 15 and headed northeast. The buses run smoothly because it's not rush hour, but there are still a lot of cars on the highway before leaving the satellite towns of LA.

With the decrease in roadside buildings, there are fewer cars on the highway, but because the road is straight, you can still see many cars from the front windshield.

When the bus starts to climb over the mountains, all you can see outside the window are the Gobi Desert and the desert dotted with greenery.

It is worth mentioning that those plants were specially researched by the Yankees for desert management, sown by planes, and it is said that they can survive tenaciously with only one rain a year, so the sky above the desert is still blue and white, and Las Vegas, a city in the center of the desert, is also fresh in the air, and there is almost no sand and dust.

From time to time, patrol cars with "border.patrol" written on their bodies appeared on the side of the road, but that wasn't the focus of Faeron's concern right now, as he was already being overwhelmed by a few approaching the back seat.

Since he bought the ticket almost at the last moment, Fei Lun had nowhere else to go except the last row, and several second-generation with different skin colors sat in the rows of seats in front of Fei Lun.

I don't know if the were too excited, or if they thought of Faerun, a white boy, for a fat sheep, and not long after he sat down, one of the fat, who weighed two hundred pounds upward, pulled out a pair of pokers from his butt pocket and shouted, "Hey, guys, how about a few games?" ”

Faeron looked at the fat's costume a little, and then rejected his suggestion, this kind of poor ghost whose whole body is not worth a hundred yuan, he is too lazy to do anything to win!

The fat didn't care when he saw that Fei Lun didn't come, but instead played cards with the other in full swing, and shouted quite loudly, attracting the sideways glances of the passengers in front.

But whenever a passenger came over, all the would stare back in unison, and the passengers dared not speak out in anger. The bus driver may have been accustomed to such situations and did not interfere.

Faeron smiled at this, exuded a sense of thought, turned off his hearing, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After a few hands, the fat yelled, "Damn, I'm losing this one again!" As he spoke, he sat down beside Faeron, "Hey, man, why don't you have two?" come.on！ ”

Although Faeron closed his eyes and turned off his hearing, Si Gansi "saw" the shape of the fat's mouth, and naturally read the other party's words clearly, and secretly thought: You really treat me as a fat sheep! A crumbly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent.

Seeing that Faeron didn't respond, as if there was a mockery, the fat man's mouth began to be dry: "Dodger, come.on!" ”

Hearing this, Fei Lun immediately opened his eyes, intending to give the black fat man a little color to take a look.

At this moment, a Slavic-looking passenger and a Kurdish-looking passenger got up from the middle seat and came to the front and rear of the train.

The Slavic passengers who came to the vicinity of the card game said coldly: ", you are too noisy! ”

The who were playing cards froze when they heard this, and they all looked at the Slavic passenger, and were about to scold, but the other party actually took out a silenced pistol from his satchel and shot it at the head of the black fat man beside Faerun.

"Toot!"

The slight gunfire did not attract the attention of the passengers in front, but it completely silenced the noisy black fat man. Faeron's ears fell silent.

"Ahh

"Toot!"

The Slavic passenger burst the head of the who was the first to scream, and sneered: "If you have the ability, you can call again!" ”

At the same time, many passengers were affected by the screams and looked back to see a lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and they were a little panicked. A few enthusiastic passengers even got up and wanted to find out.

The Slavic passengers didn't look back at the passengers who came over, pointed their guns at the, and said to Faeren, who had not changed color: "Hey boy, you have good guts, are you interested in doing it with us?" ”

Hearing this, Fei Lun's heart was racing, and he pretended to be a little stunned, as if he subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Holy War!"

Fei Lun's heart shook slightly, and he secretly thought: Big brother, don't make trouble, robbing a bus is called a holy war, what is the nine-hundred-year-old?

At the same moment, several enthusiastic passengers had approached behind the Slavic passenger and faintly caught a glimpse of the silenced pistol in his hand. At this time, a handsome Arab passenger stood up on the seat next to the Slavic passengers, and immediately took out two handfuls of micro punches from his satchel, aimed at the enthusiastic passengers, and shouted: "Obediently return to your seat, quickly! ”

Several passengers were so frightened by the muzzle of the black hole that they stayed where they were for a while, unable to move.

When Faren saw this scene, he was even more speechless: it's organized and planned, it's really ......

(To be continued)