When Robert and his men came to the scene, they looked at the mess all over the ground and couldn't say anything for a while.

None of his men were killed, even though all seven had suffered minor or severe gunshot wounds. This shocked Robert even more than Lin Yongquan's plunder. And when he learned that his team had been beaten to pieces by only two people, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The FBI investigator at the scene looked at Robert sympathetically.

"It's very simple. You still have a few tough guys among your men who hold out until the confession is recorded. In that case, how can we help you? ”

Robert looked at him. "Find the murderer, of course."

The investigator shrugged his shoulders. "We don't have the physical characteristics of the killer yet, so we can't start the search yet. If we are given more clues, we can consider issuing a wanted warrant. ”

The law says that the C.I.A. can only handle foreign affairs, and at home it needs the help of the FBI in many ways. Considering that Lin Yongquan is very likely to be alive, Robert only hopes to find him as soon as possible. He called Bob over and told him to work with the FBI, including all the information.

Bob pulled him aside. "In this way, this matter will definitely be poked out by the media. If those paparazzi find out about Lin Yongquan, then I dare say we really have to explain it to Congress. ”

Robert tugged at his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"It's up to me to take responsibility for these consequences. Bob, if you don't want to change to a demanding boss, then you have to try. As you said, if this thing is made public, someone will be unlucky, and I certainly don't want that person to be me. You shouldn't hope that way, either. ”

"Hey, I'm always on your side, Luo." Bob spread out his 'fat' hands. "You don't have to worry about that."

Robert patted him on the shoulder. "We have to work harder to let the Chinese see how good we are."

Bob tilted his head to the side. "But before you can do that, you'll have to get rid of another problem."

Another deputy director of the CIA, Jack? Blake was also on the scene. He had just emerged from the luxurious Cadillac Escalade, nervously tugging at a suit that was actually 'straight' and unwrinkled. He was followed by a tanned white man in a Hawaiian shirt. This is Jack's 'private' advisor, named Sislin, who is said to have been a former ATF agent. Robert had heard that the consultant was in fact a 'milk' *** who helped Jack gain a foothold in the CIA.

"Hey, Luo, is it okay?" Jack held out his hand to Robert

"It's still up to it."

Sisling also extended his hand to Robert. As he shook hands, Robert noticed a line of writing tattooed on the inside of his arm with protruding muscles on his hairy, strong muscles.

"The Lord is the vine, and we are the branches."

Sislin noticed Robert's expression. "I'm a devout ******."

Robert shrugged his shoulders and 'rubbed' his neck.

"Who isn't? I also go to church every week, and then I can continue to deepen my sins without guilt at the beginning of a new week. Isn't that what we're religious? ”

Sisling glanced at Robert attentively, to make sure he didn't mean mockery.

"Guys, now that you've arrived, let me say what you want." Robert didn't pay attention to Sislin's gaze at him. "Jack, don't be idle with you and your people."

Jack patted Sislin on the back and squeezed his eyes at Robert. "Sisling has participated in many anti-terrorist operations. Trust me, this guy is quite capable. Luo, you won't be disappointed. ”

Robert smiled at Sisling. "I hope you can help too."

Sislin replied with a blunt smile. "If I can't help, I won't be here. My specialty is to search and identify weapons and gunmen that I may have encountered before. ”

Bob looked at him. "It doesn't seem like a horrific incident, does it? At least we know where and why the enemy might be coming from, and we can solve the problem by following those clues. ”

"No, of course it's a horrific incident. What could be more horrific than a blatant attack on American law enforcement officers on American soil? I think this attack should be treated as a terrorist incident. I have always respected you, but if you do not accept Sislin as a member, I will deem it necessary to ask the Director for authorization to deal with it personally. ”

When Jack spoke in a businesslike tone, Robert was tempted to punch him in the towering nose. Does this *** think that he is a Texan, and he can do whatever he wants? It's enough to have a Texan in this country.

But in the end, he chose to tolerate. "No problem, let's just treat this as a horror."

A kind smile appeared on Jack's face. "I'm very glad we were able to come to a consensus, Rowe."

It's a pleasure to be able to kick your ***, Robert said in his heart.

Then he turned to Bob. "Of course you know what to do?"

But things didn't get any better because of Sislin's addition. Two hours later, the F.B.I. found Tang Bai's body by the Anacostia River. His killers used the typical method of execution, with one bullet 'shot' between his eyes and another bullet in his heart. Through the FBI's arrangement, the media did not associate this seemingly ordinary shooting with a shootout on the street.

Lin Yongquan, a colonel of the Chinese People's Liberation Army who defected, disappeared silently into a foreign land and became a cold number in the morgue. This is revenge from across the ocean, and with as always, restraint. Compared to the three people they killed in Europe, the Chinese were cold and polite, they only wounded seven people, although some of these seven people could no longer live like normal people.

No matter how times change, intelligence work has always followed the old principle of "a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye", which is a bit ridiculous, but it is this principle that allows the various intelligence agencies to be at peace with each other. Robert remembers the Cold War time when the C.I.A. and the KGB, agents killed each other, and that cost both sides enormously. Since then, there has been a renewed respect for this principle.

Lin Yongquan's only regret when he was executed was that he had not yet given more valuable information. Both China and the United States will continue to look for opportunities to retaliate against each other, and it is certain that the scene will not be as bloody as this one.

But those in the CIA who knew the inside story were 'confused' and 'confused' by what happened to Lin Yongquan. All the evidence shows that the executioner could have executed Lin Yongquan on the spot, so why risk taking him away and then executing him? What happened in the intervening two hours?

An Nianrong also has the same 'confusion' and 'confusion'.

Luo 'Gate' is still in the process of separating from the mission, so An Nianrong can't get in touch with him. She had to formally inform Song Fei of the situation before he learned of the news from other sources, but at the same time, she had to give a reasonable explanation for Luo 'Men''s behavior in the past two hours.

Covert operations also have their own discipline, which is as sacred as the indisobedience of orders on the battlefield, and cannot be overridden just because someone has special abilities. Knowing that the good impression of Luo 'Men' that spontaneously arose when the mission was completed turned into hatred for his undisciplined behavior in a moment, An Nianrong once again experienced the uneasy feeling of uncertainty brought by Luo 'Men'.

A few days later, Luo 'Men' returned to Hong Kong. The 'exchange' between the two people in the confidential line was very brief. From the tone of voice, it was clear that Luo 'Men' was no longer as depressed as when they first met, and maybe a change of environment would really be a good idea for him. It's a pity that his own impulses forced him to leave this environment.

After Hong Kong's return to the motherland, the Stonecutters Island Barracks stationed a small number of marines who could be deployed at any time to support the Hong Kong Garrison. When Luo 'Men' returned, they were placed here along with ACE and Ma Beibei, so that they could pass the time by participating in the physical training of the Marine Corps and avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

When An Nianrong parked the car on the side of the barracks stadium, she saw Luo Men, Ace, and Ma Xibei engaged in a one-on-one battle with some marines who were almost as tall. Nearby, there were some swarthy, stocky Marines watching the battle, cheering on their comrades.

Shirt-clad soldiers showed their agility and strength to the fullest. When An Nianrong walked out of the car, she happened to see the bearded Luo 'Men' break through the opponent with a simple change of speed and direction, and then smashed the blue basket made of iron chains with a one-armed windmill buckle blue. He put his hands behind his ears and listened to the exaggerated celebrations of ACE and Ma Xixi, while none of the Marines on the sidelines cheered for Ro'Men.

The opponent threw the ball back to Luo 'Men' with a look of disbelief, and a new round of competition began.

Now it's the ACE turn. His moves weren't 'fancy', and it looked like he just wanted to use his speed to break through his opponent, but this time the opponent's attention was focused and he could only choose to attack sideways, and the Marines who defended him were also physically strong, and it looked like ACE could neither get rid of his close defense nor squeeze him away in a reasonable way.

An Nianrong also wanted to know what ACE would do next.

ACE had lowered his center of gravity and suddenly turned backwards with the dribble, as if intending to break through in a different direction. If he's fast enough, it should be an easy and effective solution.

His opponent looked like he had anticipated his next move and was already moving sideways in the path he had turned.

But ACE's turn was still a feint. He just deceived his opponent with the shaking of his upper body and the sharp swing of his arms backwards - as the opponent moved, he had already stepped into *** and easily picked the ball into the basket. With the rattle of the chains, the lads in the audience let out a sigh.

Northwestern Maxi was the skinniest of the six men on the floor, and he was blocked on several occasions when he tried to break through like Romen and Ace, and was finally forced to shoot outside the three-point line. However, this is Ma Xibei's specialty, he almost hit every shot, although the opponent began to pay attention to his defense, he shot farther and farther away, and the arc was getting higher and higher, but the ball still obediently hollowed into the basket.

The Marines on the other side were apparently 'provoked' by the three outsiders. When it started again, even An Nianrong could feel their anger. Generally when this happens, the Marines show a tough style that matches their fame.

Despite a pair of bulky marching boots on his feet, Ro' was able to easily shake his opponent through his opponent this time around, ready to go to the side for a layup.

A Marine flew up behind him like an eagle, knocking him on his back with the ball. The unsuspecting Luo 'Gate' suddenly hit the iron pillar behind the improvised rebound, and even An Nianrong heard a heavy impact. Then a Marine picked up the basketball and slammed it into the basket with both hands, and 'swung' it high on it twice.

When Ro'men got up from the ground, he pinched his nose with his hand and raised his head. He was bleeding from his nose.

It was a malicious foul. From the narrow smiles on the faces of the Marines who had comforted him in the past, it could be seen that he was deliberately trying to do this, and Luo 'Men' persuaded Ace and Ma Xibei, who were about to rush forward to theorize, that he was fine.

"You amphibians should be playing more beautifully, not doing these disgusting fouls." ACE angrily pointed at the soldier who had committed the foul. "If you don't think you're an opponent, you can come up with someone else."

A soldier calmly dissuades the crowd.

An Nianrong came over and handed Luo 'Men' a pack of tissues and a bottle of water.

The sweat on Luo 'Men' was shining in the sun, An Nianrong covered her nose with a handkerchief and walked away from him a few steps.

The foul Marines walked over and let the basketball spin on their fingertips, grinning on their faces.

"Shall we continue? New to the new arrival? ”

Ro' smiled and waved his hand. "I've got some things to do, so we'll have a good fight in the evening."

The Marines looked at An Nianrong and showed an aura of understanding. "Then we're done."

Watching this marine run away, An Nianrong smiled. "Looks like you won't be able to avenge yourself tonight."

Luo 'Men' squinted at An Nianrong. "Why? You're going to treat me to dinner in the evening? ”

An Nianrong smiled and nodded. "Of course, we should have a meal together."

There was a little unnaturalness in her expression, but it made her beautiful maturity have a kind of youthful splendour. For a moment, through her wandering eyes, Luo 'Men' saw a little 'girl' who was 'confused', 'confused', and unconfident.

An Nianrong did not shy away from the inquiring meaning in his eyes, and quietly met his gaze.

Luo 'Men' nodded silently and poured water off his head.

"He is the one who is anxious for revenge, and I have nothing to lose if I don't come at night."

Dinner in a tropical-style 'dew' day restaurant would have been a good choice. The music, food and the performances that were interspersed in between, were all good, and An Nianrong also deliberately wore a dress with a simple style, which made her more youthful and lively. She didn't wear makeup either, but her well-defined rosy lips still made her a little more charming in her plain face. An Nianrong is that kind of 'female' person, no matter what state she is in, she can always make people feel her special charm. However, Luo 'Men' didn't speak much during the whole dinner.

An Nianrong had learned the silence of Luo's 'Gate', but in the past, Luo's silence could still make people figure out his thoughts, but now, Luo's silence seemed meaningful, and the flashing light in his eyes showed that he had been freed from his decadent state.

"I said I wanted to show you the night view of Hong Kong." An Nianrong pushed a glass of 'chicken' tail wine in front of him. "Although the time is a little rushed this time, Hong Kong is only so big, and the scenery and color are all the same, so you have nothing to regret."

By this time they had finished their dinner and were sitting in the bar next to the fountain.

Luo 'Men' wore a black 'color' short-sleeved shirt with a hand-embroidered pattern, loose, 'cream' white linen 'pants', and a pair of brown and yellow 'color' deck shoes barefoot.

He fiddled with the colorful 'chicken' tail wine in front of him, but he didn't drink a sip.

"You're reminding me that you're a man of promise?" Luo 'Men' looked at An Nianrong, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

An Nianrong was stung by the ridicule on the corner of his mouth.

"I've always kept my word."

"Let's not talk about that." Unexpectedly, Luo 'Men' gently patted the back of An Nianrong's hand. "Since you've 'time' for me, make good use of it and let us all relax."

An Nianrong 'pulled' her hand without a trace. "I appreciate your calmness."

When she looks at Luo 'Men' now, her eyes are very emotional, and at this time she has a kind of pear 'flower' with rain, which looks cute. An Nianrong has never thought of using her beauty in front of a man to achieve her goals, but sometimes talent can't be ignored, especially when it doesn't hurt to use it. The eyes of the two 'met', and all kinds of fierceness in their eyes softened under the bizarre neon lights.

"The 'Eagles' have a high opinion of you." An Nianrong also 'fiddled' with the wine glass in front of her, and her slender fingers were as intriguing as works of art against the background of the wine's 'color'.

Snorting, Ro'men nonchalantly tugged at his beard, concluding that he was not at all interested.

"Can we not say that? Now I only want one thing, how to spend this nice night with you, why bother babbling about things that no one cares about? ”

The eyes and face of Ro' were palpable, and no one could doubt the sincerity in his eyes. He had just returned from birth and death, and it was understandable that he would be comforted a little.

Having made up her mind, An Nianrong smiled.

"How would you like to spend the night?"

Ro' smiled. "Let's start with this glass of wine in front of us."

An Nianrong took a sip of the wine glass and raised her delicate eyebrows approvingly.

"Well, that's pretty good. Guess what it is? ”

Romen looked at her with a smile. "This is Abaha***t, which is very popular in Mexico. There's rum, tequila, and brandy in it, three percent sugar, as well as orange juice, pineapple juice, cranberries and a secret special recipe. ”

He also took a sip and tasted it with his eyes closed.

"Do you want to bet? I also know what their special formula is today. ”

An Nianrong pursed her lips and smiled, and took a piece of paper to wipe off the wine stains on the side of her lips. "It's pomegranate juice."

Luo 'Men' was surprised and couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

"Only those who really know how to live can tell the difference."

An Nianrong stared at the 'chicken' tail wine in her hand, and the color of the liquid was so rich that it seemed to be alive under the light. The Latin music played in the bar is just the right amount of ambiguity, and Latin music always evokes a different feeling. At this time, as Ro'men said, why would she babble about things that no one cared about?

Ro'mon stood up and held out his hand to her.

Some music has the magic to create a good time, and the well-behaved and rhythmic dance of men and women is more like a reckless wave. Wherever the music flows, life extends. What about dreams within dreams? Life is always full of farewell sentimentality, why not be able to grasp every joyful moment?

Driven by Luo 'Men', An Nianrong regained her former light dance steps. As she turned, the soft-textured dress clinged to her body, outlining her graceful lines. The imminent contact of Ro' seemed to have activated a switch on her body, and she began to feel dizzy as if she had drunk many cups of Abahat.

And yet that was blissful dizziness. The free-flowing tango reminded her of many good old days, when she didn't have to worry about other people's lives or deaths, and she didn't have to suffer whether she made the right decision. As long as you swing your body, you can immerse yourself in unrestrained pleasure.

At the end of the dance, she found herself snuggled up in the arms of Romen like a little bird, and the lips of the two men were almost together. Romon's gaze burned her face like flames. It was a gaze that only a 'woman' could understand the meaning of, and it shook the 'woman'' mind more than the tense body.

For a moment, An Nianrong didn't know what kind of reaction to what was about to happen.

She was about to break free from Romon's grasp, but he held her tighter. The soft *** sticks to the male 'sex'' majestic 'chest', and the sensitive 'nipple' is rubbed, and the feeling almost makes her moan' out.

Luo 'Men' didn't 'kiss' her lips, but just looked into her eyes.

"You're really beautiful, Director An. I have nothing to say other than that. ”

He let go of An Nianrong and walked outside without looking back.

On the way to the airport, Ro'men was as silent as he came. was blown by the air conditioner in the car, and An Nianrong also woke up from the 'confusion' and 'chaos' just now. She couldn't imagine what would happen next if Luo 'Men' 'kissed' her at that time. But when she felt lucky, she also felt a little lost.