In recent times, Everett has been busy navigating a complex web of politics and personal affection for his partisan and self-interest, as well as for his friend Dr. Albert Amos's new product development plans, and has not had the leisure time to visit Chinese restaurants.

Everett hadn't seen the mysterious J since the last time they met in the Chinese restaurant, but that didn't mean J's contact with him had been cut off, and it didn't mean that everything J had said before was a blank check.

The old fox's sense of smell does not deteriorate with age, and Everett could faintly perceive the dark clouds hanging overhead, which were ominous gloom.

J, on the other hand, seems to hold up an umbrella for him out of sight.

This hunch stems from J's anomaly, and although J does not appear in Everett again, J repeatedly uses private contact to inform Everett to change his schedule.

First, the celebration dinner and appreciation dinner for two consecutive terms and 10 years in office were cancelled, and then the fundraising dinner was postponed indefinitely.

These dinners are important gatherings of politics and business, and for Everett, who is interested in the primaries, is a great opportunity to gather votes and raise campaign funds, and the longer it drags on, the more resources will be missed. Because political resources are limited, there is a fixed total number of votes and endorsements from party congress attendees, and even if you don't reach out, someone else will reach out.

Everett believed that J should understand the importance of these dinners, and then, in the eyes of the old fox, there were only two possibilities for J to allow himself to postpone similar political activities again and again.

First, J's really promising candidate is someone else, and the so-called future president is just a lie to deceive himself, so that he can be thrown into trouble from the beginning and lose without a fight.

Second, the holding of the dinner party will have a bad impact on oneself, and even threaten the safety of oneself and one's family.

Considering that his own resources and prestige are not outstanding, and that he is likely to run for election as a foil, Everett thinks the latter is more likely - after all, there are many better ways for J to do the trick if he wants to trap himself, and he can't take the risk.

If it's the latter, then what exactly happens at the dinner party?

Assassination? Violent assault? Scandal breaks?

Everett has always cherished feathers, neither directly dealing with money and power, nor messing with women outside, and he really can't think of any scandal that can hurt him a lot.

Violent attacks don't make J so cautious, knowing that in the eyes of the younger generation, J is a knight in the dark, a messenger of justice, and a natural enemy of evil. J's followers were able to organize themselves to take down the Ku Klux Klan stronghold in Montana, so what was the point of a mere violent attack?

After ruling out both of these options, the word "assassination" crashed into Everett's mind like a nail, causing him to breathe.

Maybe there will be an assassination at the dinner party that even J can't stop, so J wants to cancel and postpone the dinner party for insurance.

Thinking of this possibility, Everett fidgets and finally decides to take a trip to the Chinese restaurant, not just to satisfy his appetite, but also to send a message to J.

Concealment will only make things worse, and communication is the effective way to solve the problem.

However, J and Everett have always been in one-way contact, Everett can only passively receive messages, but cannot actively contact J, he can understand this "inequality", because all the federal intelligence agencies are jointly hunting, J must always be careful.

Therefore, if Everett wants to find J, he can only try his luck at a Chinese restaurant, although it is unlikely that he will meet J here, but it is certain that J will take the initiative to contact him.

For the sake of secrecy, Everett did not let the driver accompany him, and he hardly drove a car after being re-elected to the Senate four years ago, but driving a car can be said to be one of the skills that a Federator must master, and no matter how unfamiliar he is, he will not completely forget it.

A few hours after leaving the Capitol, Everett made his way to a small restaurant on the edge of New York, where night was falling, but there were still two tables of diners in the restaurant, which Everett knew was a common custom in China and some East Asian countries, called "supper."

When Everett, who was in a suit and leather shoes, stepped through the door, the eyes of the diners at both tables were focused on him, probably under the impression that Lao Mei did not eat supper, and even if she was hungry, she would have a hot dog or burger.

"You're here." The waiter greeted the big boy, more enthusiastic than before, "Welcome, welcome, what to eat?" ”

"I want to eat in a hot pot, in a small room, I, explain?" Everett gestured his hands into a circle and spoke Chinese, which impressed the diners at the two tables.

"Huh? Oh, hot pot. The big boy was a little troubled and said, "The small room is a private room?" We don't have a private room, and we don't have a hot pot, so when will we open a private room, will we call you? Look, what's the change? ”

Eating hot pot in the private room, this is the code that J told Everett, and hearing the only waiter in the restaurant answer, Everett knew that J was indeed not in the restaurant.

However, the purpose of the trip was achieved, and Everette nodded and exchanged for a Kung Pao chicken rice bowl.

At this time, the two tables of drunken diners raised their voices and began to shout loudly, they seemed to be arguing, and they had the intention of making a move, they rolled up their sleeves one by one, and even bare their breasts, but their dancing arms did not touch each other, but they made various gestures with fist swings, and shouted slogans of unknown meaning, as if they were crazy.

"Is that scissors, rock, paper? What do other gestures mean? It looks a bit like a Maori war dance......" Everett muttered and asked in a low voice, "What are they doing?" ”

"They're punching, a, uh, a game of drinking." The older boy smiled a little awkwardly, probably because he felt embarrassed by his compatriots yelling and affecting other people's meals.

Everett was very interested in Chinese culture, and wanted to ask again, but the Chinese man who could stroke his fist raised his voice again, completely covering his voice.

In desperation, Everett could only use gestures to tell the waiter that he was going to pack up the Kung Pao Chicken Rice Bowl and take it away, and if he ate it in a restaurant, he would get tinnitus even if he was not deaf.

In order to fill the rice bowl into the hungry stomach while it was hot, Everett sat in the driver's seat with a lunch box and chopsticks, and began to take a big bite of rice.

After eating dinner happily, Everett, who was sweating on his forehead, put away his lunch box and prepared to drive home, when he started the car, he subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, and suddenly hot sweat turned into cold sweat.

At some point, a dark shadow sat in the back seat.

A black coat, black waistcoat, black shirt, and black mask completely blend in with the darkness.

Immediately afterward, darkness quickly spread in Everett's sight, taking over everything.