Two kilometers south of Fuxing Hotel,

Beside a small street called 'Pine Road',

An all-black Lincoln Continental slowly stopped.

Out of the shadows on the side of the street suddenly appeared a tightly wrapped man. He pulled open the door and slipped into Lincoln's passenger seat, his black scarf revealing only his eyes.

"The action plan has been implemented?" A man asked, turning his head from behind the wheel, a gleam flashing out of the corner of his eye. The man was in his fifties, dressed in a suit and had a beard.

"It's almost over." The masked man takes off his scarf and looks like a Middle Eastern.

"Why is it delaying so long?"

"I can't write down the route to the stock exchange and the location of the guards to those idiots, can I?" The masked man asked rhetorically.

"That's right. These Middle Easterners are enough—" The cheeked man suddenly swallowed back the rest of his words. He then asked the masked man, "Are they suspicious?" ”

"Probably not. It's just that there are many worries and it's hard to deal with. ”

"McCaw's acting is great." The cheeked man said, "These guys really think that McCaw hired them to come to New York to disrupt the stock market and make a lot of money!" Hehe! ”

"yes, and as you might expect, they're getting ready to eat black."

"That's right, anyway, he's unkind, I'm unjust. As soon as the matter is completed, let the undercover brothers see the opportunity and do not leave a living. ”

"Okay."

"You understand what we're risking our lives for, right?"

"Understood."

"For the people." The cheeked man whispered.

"For the people!" The masked man also repeated. Then, he rewrapped his head, opened the door and got out of the car, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Behind him, the cheeked man pressed a button on the door. Yikes! The four doors of the Lincoln locked in response. He picked up his phone in the drink holder and sent a text message: "The tiger is in the cage." ”

Then, the cheeked man stuffed the phone back into the inner pocket of the top, stepped lightly on his feet, and looked out the window. The Lincoln Continent began to move slowly. Not far away, the side of the Deutsche Bank building is tightly covered by a bust of the nation's most noble man.

"George W. Bush!" The cheeked man sighed: "As soon as I was born, I stood at a height that others could not reach in their lives. The boss has been with their family for so long, he doesn't care at all, and thinks about how to let his nephew take over all day long. ”

Thinking of this, the boss's secret words sounded in the ears of the cheeky man: This guy is a madman and doesn't trust anyone. He carries a nuclear suitcase with him all day long, boasting of using nuclear weapons against anyone who dares to oppose him.

"To use nuclear weapons against Russia, does he dare?" The cheeky man still remembers his doubts at the time.

"He dared, but it wasn't necessary." The boss replied at the time: "But it's hard to say about the opposition in the country." This guy only has power in his eyes. ”

"Power! The crazy president of the crazy family! The cheeked man snorted coldly, and the Lincoln car instantly accelerated forward.

Bell bell bell! Bell bell bell!

Suddenly a bell rang in the car. The cheeked man touched the mobile phone in his arms, no. He then opened the central armrest box, picked up a car phone from it, put it to his ear, and opened his mouth to respond: "Hello! To sail to the sea, you need a helmsman, and the United States cannot live without a president! Yes, yes, it's me. ”