Los Angeles, the city that never sleeps!

You can see sports cars racing on the Golden Gate Bridge late at night, you can see drunk women outside Hollywood, you can see criminals robbing in the most corner ghetto, and you can see homeless people on both sides of the streets of California. Fire Ran Wen ena'com

All in all, it's a city full of reality.

And at this time on an open-air basketball court.

Ten people on the opposite side are attacking each other, and the platforms on the four sides are full of people, mostly young women, raising their hands and shouting wildly, calling their favorite names, but on the north side of the platform, there is a figure out of place, a middle-aged man, wearing a black sportswear, stepping on leather shoes, holding a bag of potato chips in his hand, and a cola next to him, stuffing it into his mouth vigorously, chewing crunchy.

The spectators watching the game next to him all stared at this guy with angry faces.

"Hey! Dude, can you tap the sound? A fat man in Michael Jordan's No. 23 jersey bared his teeth and clenched his fists, showing his strength, as if he wanted to beat this guy up.

"Would you like some?" The middle-aged man gestured.

"Huh? Thank you..."No fat man can refuse the temptation of potato chips, and the middle-aged man is still so polite, the other party just wanted to stretch out his hand, but he shrank back and stiffened his neck, "Don't... Don't try to bribe me, I'm not going to betray myself. ”

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, stuffed the potato chips into the other party's arms, stood up, and the ball game on the field was just over.

A group of girls screamed and rushed down, surrounding a handsome blonde white man.

This was not the target of the middle-aged man, who looked at a young black man on the side of the basket, drinking a drink with his head held high.

The corners of his mouth hooked, and he strolled over.

"Hey... Feed... Your potato chips. The fat man stretched out his hand behind him and shouted, but when he saw the other party walking away, he lowered his head, swallowed his saliva, looked left and right twice, and then stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gothic. Benluns. Fitzginger bent down to tie his shoelaces tightly, and was about to leave with his sports bag, when he found a man standing in front of him, chewing gum and looking at him with his hands folded.

"Is there anything wrong with you? Mr. Goth wondered.

"Lakers No. 8, are you a Kobe Bryant fan?"

Goth looked down at his jersey, smiled on his face, and nodded, "Yes, he was last year's regular season MVP, do you like it too?" ”

"Introduce yourself, Jonah. Bayer, a 20-year die-hard fan of the Los Angeles Lakers, I go to Staples Arena almost every game, I have Kobe's autograph, there is a game tomorrow, do you want to watch it together? The middle-aged man said with a smile, this smile seemed to be contagious, and the goth's vigilance was relaxed, but it was still a little calm, and the guy who suddenly broke in invited himself to watch the game?

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit of a problem.

Jonah looked at the other and shrugged, "I was just excited to see a Lakers fan like me, you know, uh... Basketball is life, it is higher than life, it is youth, it is also the twilight, this is tomorrow's ticket, see you then. He took out the ticket from his bosom and handed it to the other party, without saying anything else, and turned away with a smile.

Gothic brain crashes, this ticket... $4,300 per ticket!

Now he doesn't know what English words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

He remembered that there was a rich second generation in the class who showed off tomorrow's tickets, which made the goths envious for a while, after all, 4,300 US dollars is not something anyone can get, and now... There's pie in the sky.

Smart people know that what is delivered to your door is not necessarily a good thing.

But...

The human heart is very unpredictable, and the gift may just be delivered to the heart?

Some people like celebrity calligraphy and painting, some people like antique gold, and some people like hand-made dolls.

Goth's love for the Lakers is only understood by himself.

Jonah didn't actually go far, he looked at each other in the dark corner in the distance, and the corners of his mouth lifted when he saw Goth holding the ticket.

"The fish has taken the bait!"

His real identity is actually an employee of the HWP Group, who used to work for the German Federal Intelligence Service, and was later poached by the HWP with a high salary, of course, the main thing is that he is not an important person, otherwise, he will definitely not let him go.

Isn't it easy to get close to someone?

Gao Jun gave an order, and Goth's blood type, measurements, friend relationships, and hobbies were all investigated, so there was a "chance encounter" tonight.

Jonah suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and his eyes looked towards the west side of the platform, and he saw two or three men in tracksuits talking to each other.

This sportswear always feels like it's on them... It's weird.

Jonah sniffed, he smelled a familiar smell of stinking eagle, as if he had met an old acquaintance.

cia？

fbi？

Anyway, he thought that these people must have come to find Goth, and Jonah rolled his eyes and disappeared into the darkness.

……

Outside the Asmara Grand Hotel.

The figures were so thin that they couldn't even see a few wild dogs, but there were two small cars parked not far away, and occasionally a few rats ran by.

In the swimming pool in the hotel, all sides were chartered by employees, and Gao Jun was wearing shorts and diving goggles to swim in it, and the African weather made his skin a little dry.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, Gao Jun pulled the escalator and climbed up, and Sosphia wrapped him in a bath towel and handed him a glass of orange juice.

"Are those rats still there?" He asked, as soon as he lay down on the recliner.

"It's still there, it's not moving." Peter nodded.

On the day after leaving Yabo, there were more eyeliner outside the door, and it was not hidden, almost translucent, as if it was telling Gao Jun that Lao Tzu is CIA, and he is staring at you here, what can you do?

"That's hard enough." Gao Jun just said casually, and Peter opened his mouth on the side and said in a deep voice, "Boss, I also found other people staring at us." ”

Others?

Gao Jun was sucking orange juice and was stunned when he heard the words, "Find out who it is?" ”

"The other side is very sophisticated, all of them are high-tech surveillance, I have found two monitors in the corridor, we suspect that it has something to do with the hotel, or the Russians."

The Russians are also coming to intervene?

Gao Jun frowned, pursed his mouth, and his eyes flashed with depth.

What's the matter, Lao Tzu is here for a vacation, do you need so many people to keep an eye on you?

Compared with the CIA, Gao Jun is more reluctant to deal with the Russians, and these big-haired intelligence agents are more bottomless, more dangerous and ruthless, and have a more fierce reputation in the world.

"If there is no other problem except for monitoring, don't worry about him, and keep the two monitors, don't worry about it." Gao Jun thought for a while and said.

"Understood."

Gao Jun stretched, "Is there any news from Los Angeles?" It's been four days, and I'm almost moldy here. ”

As soon as Peter was about to speak, he heard a ringtone, and Sosfia hurriedly took out his mobile phone, his eyes lit up, "Boss, there's news." ”

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