The moment the gunshot rang out, Xu Le realized that he had made two mistakes.

First, it was not Sean Conrad who wore sunglasses and a sweatshirt, a high-ranking official in charge of urban architecture, even if he had a good figure due to the habit of exercising, he should not have such a quick reaction speed, when the gunshot reached his ears through the air, he made a standard tactical evasion move without any hesitation, and quickly moved behind the obstacle with the cooperation of two personal bodyguards. When they disappeared from Xu Le's sight, a few tourists not far from them showed panicked expressions.

Second, this plan is not as seamless as I imagined, and the fake Sean in front of him is likely to be a designed trap, in other words, the other party has expected it.

What's going on?

Xu Le's fingers were still on the trigger, and his heart was as cold as the rifling of a gun in his hand. He didn't fire the shot just now, and the bullet didn't fly from the back compartment to Piazza Raphael, but from some high-rise building to the rear compartment.

The superpower gave Xu Le extremely strong nerve reflexes, allowing him to clearly distinguish the two sounds when the bullet grazed his back and pierced the bottom of the carriage and when he heard the gunshot, with a time difference of less than a second, which meant that the "yellow finch hiding behind the praying mantis" was very close to him, and should be within three hundred meters.

Xu Le did not choose to dodge, but quickly turned the gun, completed a series of complex calculations before the opponent fired a second bullet, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the window of a room in a hotel next to the southeast street.

However, the window was wide open, and a Remington 700PSS was abandoned by the window, and the back was empty.

Xu Le instantly understood: the other party was a real professional, and it was likely that he had a certain understanding of himself, and after pulling the trigger, he immediately withdrew without even checking the results.

"." Xu Le gritted his teeth and cursed, what happened in just two seconds was too weird, he only felt that his mind was a mess, and he couldn't sort out a clear idea at all, and there was only one thought he could think of: run! Run!

Since the other party has expected it, and disguised as Sean Conrad is just luring out his own bait, then there must be an ambush nearby, and if you want to force your way out in a truck, you will definitely be intercepted, and the battle is inevitable, and this is Washington, D.C., the fastest place in the United States federal police response, once there is a shootout, the surrounding roads will be quickly blocked, and then all escape channels will be cut off, and there is only a dead end.

Therefore, Xu Le had to abandon the car and flee the scene, and the best place he could think of was the Raphael Square in front of him.

The shot just now did not cause any casualties, and a small number of people in Raphael Square heard the gunshot, looking puzzled, but they did not hear the screams, nor did they see someone falling covered in blood, and most of them did not react, still doing what they were doing before, or talking with the people around them laughing, or running with headphones on their headphones.

Xu Le opened the other side of the car door and jumped out of the back compartment, while running towards Raphael Square, while taking off his reversible jacket, taking off his wig and contact lenses, putting on a baseball cap and in-ear headphones, he was originally wearing camouflage pants and sneakers, and his upper body immediately blended into the environment after changing his outfit, and no one noticed the Asian man running out of the roadside van.

When he ran to the subway underground passage platform, Xu Le stopped and looked back, several black suits armed with automatic rifles and shoulder straps were approaching the truck in battle formation, and on the other side, there were many plainclothes throwing newspapers, magazines or bouquets in their hands, holding their ears and looking around.

Judging from their attire, they didn't look like military or police personnel, but more like operatives of some secret intelligence agency, Xu Le smelled a familiar smell from them, and was even more convinced that it was a trap, so without any more hesitation, he ran down the stairs and rushed in the direction of the platform.

It wasn't until he got into the subway that Xu Le gasped for breath, he had gone through so many experiences between life and death, but he was not shocked because of the previous accident, Xu Le quickly calmed down and began to think carefully, what went wrong?

All the plans were conceived on the ship smuggled to the United States, and all preparations were completed within twenty-four hours of disembarking, during which time he did not reveal his intentions to anyone, except for the hotel computer to check for some information he needed, and a few phone calls to obtain specific information about Sean Conrad.

With all this, the intelligence agencies of the US federal government can find out that they are going to assassinate Sean Conrad?

What an international joke, no, what an interstellar joke! If the U.S. federal intelligence agencies really had such terrifying capabilities, how could those mutants of the Temple infiltrate the U.S. Federation and cause trouble?

After nearly twenty hours, Xu Le still couldn't think of an answer, and he couldn't help but feel depressed about his failure.

The only thing to be thankful for is that everything that had happened before had not been in vain, at least, it had certainly attracted the attention of the U.S. federal government and the Temple.

Xu Le believed that it would not be long before a mutant would chase him to the door, and before enjoying the meal, Xu Le wanted to taste a little snack as an appetizer, so Xu Le changed into "borrowed" clothes, sat in the most remote corner of the Nandu Impression Restaurant, ordered a few plates of Jiangbei specialties, and tasted it slowly.

This was probably the last time he would taste the taste of his hometown, so Xu Le was not in the least annoyed by the disdainful and disgusted eyes of the waiters and other diners.

Therefore, it can be especially annoying when you are disturbed by uninvited guests.

A man in a straight suit came uninvited and sat down on the seat opposite Xu Le, he was very tall, his hair was natural and charming silver-gray, his facial features were deep, and there was a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, and his neatly combed hairstyle with hair wax and the little stubble left on his chin were matched together, which was slightly contradictory.

From the way he sat and the hands he placed on the table, it was clear that this was not an ordinary civilian, but neither he nor the pistol hidden behind his waist could pose any threat to Xu Le, as long as Xu Le wanted to, he could turn him into a corpse at any time before he could react.

It's just that if you have a murder here, it will bring unnecessary trouble to yourself, and now Xu Le doesn't want to cause trouble, so Xu Le uses his most polite way and words to ask the other party to leave his seat.

", FF."

"Thought you'd ask me who I was?" The corners of the gray-haired man's mouth sank when he spoke, and his tone did not rise like most people, but always remained low, with a seductive and sexy magnetism.

Xu Le clenched the chopsticks in his hand and cautiously glanced around and out the window, everything was as usual.

"My name is John Riesser. Reese), you haven't met me yet, but I've seen you. Yes, I sent the bullet into your car yesterday. ”