In the cold winter of January, Las Vegas is located in the Northern Hemisphere, and the temperature at night is naturally extremely low. Even with the blessing of air conditioning, the cold wind is still not something Li Hong can bear.

It was already half-past eleven in the evening, and it was the dead of night. The wind was blowing outside the window, blowing a few willow trees downstairs and swaying.

Li Hong had already woken up, in fact, he was recuperating in the afternoon, waiting for the moment of the decisive battle. Although Lin Ruxian and Xiao Yuchen didn't know what was going to happen, they obediently slept in the afternoon according to Li Hong's wishes.

After sleeping for so long, Lin Ruxian had already woken up. She hugged the sleepy-eyed Xiao Yuchen and accompanied Li Hong to sit motionless on the sofa.

The stakes were very high, and before that, Li Hong didn't tell Lin Ruxian what they were going to do later. But now that the time has come to act, there's no point in hiding it from her. So, Li Hong rustled a pen on the paper and wrote down what was going to happen.

After reading it, Lin Ruxian covered her mouth with a look of horror on her face.

Li Hong then wrote: "Are you afraid? If we fail, we will probably have to spend the rest of our lives in a secret prison. ”

Lin Ruxian shook her head, although she didn't say anything, Li Hongneng could see Lin Ruxian's choice from her firm eyes.

smiled, gently stopped and hugged Lin Ruxian's slender waist, and the two of them snuggled up to each other on the sofa, waiting for the judgment from fate.

The room was quiet, in order to avoid alarming the agents who were watching outside, Li Hong didn't even turn on the lights, and the family waited anxiously in the dark room for the time to come.

The wait was difficult, and Li Hong never felt that these thirty minutes were so long. It's been so long, it seems that he and Lin Ruxian have been together for a century, but they still haven't been able to wait until the end......

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In the next room, only a few agents were left who were still monitoring Li Hong. Jebold and the hook-nosed man had already left in order to compete for credit.

It was late at night, and there seemed to be no movement outside the house, except for a few meticulous agents busy in front of the computer.

"Crackling ......"

"Crackling ......"

The crisp sound of tapping on the keyboard echoed through the room, adding to the noise of the lonely night.

With the help of computers, these agents are organizing the information gathered today into a printable document in the form of words and pictures.

It's their routine, and that's what it's like to be a secret agent, and they hardly have any time off when they're on a mission. You have to keep an eye on your target during the day and sort out the day's reports at night.

They are used to these kinds of days. To get a real rest, they had to wait until the mission was completed before they could return to the base for a good night's sleep.

After staying up all night, several agents also had a trace of bloodshot in their eyes, and their attention was not as focused as the previous two days. This also led to the fact that the fleeting figure on the thermal imager was perfectly ignored by them.

"Five, I'm done, what about you?" An agent turned to his companion in questioning.

The questioned agent shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I can't do it yet, damn it, I studied science and engineering in college, and writing reports or anything is not something I'm good at......"

"Come on, man." The agent smiled, and then used the radio headset at the collar to notify his colleagues who were lurking nearby to prepare for a shift change.

In fact, their room is not full of agents, but also some information technology experts drawn by the CIA. Their main responsibility is to use various high-tech means to monitor Li Hong next door and the surroundings of the hotel.

Most of the truly elite CIA agents have lurked in various identities throughout the hotel, secretly observing everything.

Unlike their "office and computer-watching" agents, the agents in charge of the undercover guards are usually physically exerted. Therefore, the agents lurking outside will be rotated once a day. The timing of the rotation is not fixed at a certain point, but is determined temporarily through a proprietary password.

To a large extent, this practice is to prevent others from taking advantage of the rotation time. Just like now, the rotation time is 11:48 p.m., a time that no one else can guess.

However, those who really want to take advantage of the loopholes will not choose the time that is easy to expose by rotating agents.

When the rotation was over and a few more minutes had passed, after making sure there were no anomalies, the agent used the headset to inform, "The rotation is over, please be vigilant at all times, over!" ”

Unless there is an anomaly, the hidden agents will not answer the agents in the monitoring room. This is also to rule out the possibility that the other party will use the radio to do things after killing their own agents.

However, there is also a loophole, that is, if you don't reply, no one will know about the hidden agent even if he is dead!

Just like now, one agent after another who was lurking in the shadows was wiped off the neck with an incomparably sharp military dagger, and failed to deliver a useful message in time.

One by one, ghosts dressed in black absorbent tights secretly lurked in the hotel. The special material on their bodies is black, which can perfectly hide their figures in the night light. The space-grade soles on the soles of the feet can reduce the sound of footsteps to an ultra-low decibel level that humans cannot capture.

After taking out an imperialist agent, the absorbent tights on their bodies were perfect for absorbing the splattered blood, preventing a drop of blood from falling to the ground. After absorbing blood, the tights can play a role in concealing the thermal imager.

As for the smell of blood on the body that affects the penetration, there is no need to worry. These tights are manufactured by drenching the material in a special chemical solution for deodorization. Even if you absorb the blood of your body, when you are face to face, the enemy will not be able to smell the slightest smell.

And that special chemical solution, there is also a deliberately added molecule, this chemical molecule, can hinder the operation of the olfactory nerve after the canine organism is absorbed. Over the course of half an hour, canines become waste with no sense of smell.

This kind of tights is expensive, and the cost of a wrap tights suit is not less than one million yuan. Probably there is no more expensive costume than the spacesuit.

Of course, the cost is so expensive, and the effect is naturally excellent.

In special operations such as infiltration, assassination, lurking, and surprise attacks behind enemy lines, they can show an extremely perfect role. This tights, its name is black scab, which means a black scab attached to the enemy's body.

In the dark world, the black scab is no less famous than weapons such as stealth fighters and aircraft carrier rockets, and even greater. Because those are all artifacts for team legion combat, only the black scab is the invincible god costume of single penetration.

Of course, everyone knows that there is only one army in the world that is equipped with a company of black scabs. That's PLA!