Jacks was stunned.

Looking at Zhao Donglai, he asked in disbelief, "You, aren't you dead?" ”

Zhao Donglai nodded.

"Then you ......," Jacks said at a loss.

"Did you know that there is a magic trick in magic called golden cicada shelling?" Zhao Donglai smiled slightly, and then tore off some of the fake skins on his face.

Then another face different from Mr. King appeared in front of Willyce.

Jacks' face changed suddenly.

"You! You're not Kim? ”

"In China, there is indeed such a person as Jin, but he has died a long time ago, and I just used his identity to enter the United States." Zhao Donglai said.

"The one in the house?"

Zhao Donglai chuckled: "This is also the reason why I want to create an explosion and fire, the fire can completely burn the skin layer and face of a person, who can recognize it, who is it?" Does it matter? The important thing is that my agent and lawyer think you killed me. Through their mouths, let the American people know that the FBI is doing all this. ”

Jacks was in the car because of the violent impact that left him with blood on the head, and he was more miserable, but his brain was quite sane.

"Why are you doing this? From the beginning of the magic trick to the present, I don't understand what your motivation is. He swallowed his saliva, looked at Zhao Donglai carefully and said, "I feel that you are so familiar." ”

"You really don't recognize me?" Zhao Donglai leaned close to the car window and looked at him: "Take a closer look at my appearance, you are an intermediate agent of the CIA, you should know me, it stands to reason that at your level, I have dealt with a lot, oh, by the way, maybe you have more contact with people, then I'll give you some hints, do you remember that Huaguo is from the Shanying Squadron, a Chinese soldier named Zhao Donglai?" ”

"Zhao? Are you Zhao? As a middle-level administrator of the FBI, Wei Jie Si naturally had contact with Zhao Donglai's files, no wonder he felt that this face was familiar: "Aren't you, aren't you crippled in both legs?" In the country of Italy! ”

"yes." Zhao Donglai said: "But I'm okay again, it's been a long time, my old friends, it's really a pity that you didn't kill me in Italy last time, which makes my motivation for this operation even stronger!" ”

"Then why are you looking for me? I'm just working for people, and from your standpoint, all you hate is this country, and I'm innocent. Willis narrowed.

"If you live, whether it's me or not the one who died in the house, the answer is coming out. On the contrary, only if you disappear, the answer will never be solved, and no matter what the official explanation is, the people will only believe that you were instructed by them to disappear in order to die without proof. Zhao Dong said this, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly.

Jacks' pupils dilated, and he pushed open the car door to resist and run away.

But Zhao Donglai landed on the car door, and he couldn't push it open.

"You're a madman!" Jacks roared hysterically.

"Then you shouldn't have provoked a madman in the first place!" Zhao Donglai grabbed his collar and said viciously: "I'll tell you, this is just the beginning, from now on, see how I have a good time with you." ”

"No, don't kill me, please don't kill me!" Jacks suddenly begged for mercy in fear of death.

Zhao Donglai took out a lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and then threw the lighter over the gasoline water stain that had burst and spilled.

In an instant, the fire ignited the oil pool and dragged it to the oil tank, and with a bang, before Jacks could jump out of the car, the entire pickup truck exploded.

Zhao Dong walked to the road on the hillside without looking back, and after getting into the car, he took out a Weijies work clothes from the trunk, which he stole from his home, as well as his work permit, although Weijies is currently in a state of recuperation, his job position is still there.

After Zhao Donglai put on his uniform, he drove away, and while driving, he also applied certain makeup liquid to his face and neck to make his complexion look closer to bronzed.

He made a beeline for the CIA building, parked his car in the parking lot, and put his badge around his neck.

When the police subordinates saw it, they all nodded politely and said hello.

Zhao Donglai ignored it and went straight to the elevator of the CIA building and sat in.

Cards are required anywhere within the CIA, and only internal staff can access them, but some secret offices are also limited by cards.

And the cards are distinguished according to your job level. Zhao Donglai used Wei Jies's work card to take the elevator all the way up, passing through the corridors and glass doors of various intelligence sections, and his card passed all the way through the green light.

When the staff saw his uniform, they didn't know which agent it was, so they could only nod politely in greeting.

The United States is a diverse country, and it is not surprising that the people employed by the government here include black Asians.

Zhao Donglai came directly to the senior intelligence room, and it happened to be noon, and many civilian personnel in charge of intelligence files went to dinner after work.

While greeting Zhao Donglai, they cautiously passed by him.

Zhao Donglai saw that a clerk had not closed his CIA file system, so he stretched out his hand and said to him: "Don't turn off your computer, I need to investigate the information." ”

The clerk nodded, flattering to give way to him.

"Then you get busy first, I'll go to lunch."

Zhao Donglai nodded. Sitting in his seat, he began to operate the computer after the others walked away.

In the entire system used by the CIA, he took out a photo of the masked man on his phone and scanned it.

As a result, the system immediately pops up with a red warning.

"Not enough permissions!"

"Haven't found Jacks yet? If you don't find him again today, I'll be wanted in the whole city!" The senior agent was furious in the conference room on the top floor.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

The other end asked in a deep voice: "Agent Merck, this is the Fifth District, just 3 minutes ago, there were ordinary staff members from your CIA who wanted to call up the file codenamed 'Wisdom' Angel, what is going on?" Where did you get the photo of the code name Wisdom to identify him? Also, do you have a letter from the White House? No kidding! ”

Agent Merck's pupils dilated, and he subconsciously pushed open the door and rushed to the computer office of ordinary staff.

The other agents, for unknown reasons, ran down with him, and when he reopened the door to the general staff's office, it was empty.

Merck slowly walked over to the computer with the screen still lit and looked around.

"Call this clerk to me."

(End of chapter)