Seven days later, as twilight fell, a large military plane slowly landed at a military airfield in New York.

The airport is not very large, and at the end of the runway, there are dim lights, a few cars parked here and there, a dozen people standing there, some people smoking, and there are blue lights flashing around from time to time.

Qi Xiao was the first to walk out of the hatch, and behind him were two entourages specially arranged for him by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

One is Wang Zhe, the third secretary of the Information Department, who is responsible for external propaganda work and a part-time translator for Qi Xiao; The other is Zhao Qianyu, an attaché in the protocol department, who is responsible for arranging Qi Xiao's representations to governments and the United Nations during his stay in the United States, and is Qi Xiao's secretary part-time.

"Isn't the scene enthusiastic, and the capitalist reactionaries don't welcome me like that?" When Qi Xiao stepped off the plane, he looked at the empty airport, his disappointment was overflowing, and he turned back to the two of them and commented.

"Not to mention finding a beautiful woman to offer flowers, the masses are welcome or something, not even a red carpet, and there is no honor guard of the three armed forces?" Qi Xiao said embarrassedly, "Why do you have to put a seventeen or eighteen salute casually, right?" ”

The two attachés didn't say a word, just stood side by side behind him.

"The American people don't welcome me, so it seems that we should go back." Qi Xiao muttered a few words, and when he saw that the protest was ineffective, he turned around and walked towards the cockpit of the plane.

"Mr. Qi, our trip is a secret mission, so we didn't notify the U.S. side to arrange those ceremonies." Translator Wang Zhe was a young man, not a few years older than Qi Xiao, and when he saw that this kid was about to leave, he quickly stopped him and explained a few words.

"Then arrange at least 180 FBI, CIA bodyguards are lined up on both sides, and get a few heavy bulletproof vehicles to come over, and put a few small national flags on the front of the car, it's so cold, why am I embarrassed to get off the plane?"

"This time, when you come here, the two countries have already made procedural arrangements for the handover in advance, and the pick-up was approved by our Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and there is nothing wrong with the US side." Wang Zhe hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Qi......" Zhao Qianyu, the young female attaché, looked at this young man who was younger than her and had no hair on his mouth, and pursed her lips hard to hold back her smile, "You know, there are not many people in this world who can pose a threat to you, even 10,000 bodyguards are not your opponents; And many people still have some resistance to the transcendental, and we can't ...... it too much."

"Tsk, too." Qi Xiao thought for a moment, nodded, took a few steps down, and then turned back and said, "You guys, you guys are weak-legged, and you don't know how to be tough in this diplomatic occasion?" Especially you, to whom do you speak? He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Zhe.

"This is dealing with the Americans, and you have to find fault with it, not to mention that they are begging us now? No wonder someone always sends you calcium tablets. Qi Xiao slowly descended the ladder while teaching the two people behind him.

"Hehe, now the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rarely receives calcium tablets. My little nephew had to go to the pharmacy to buy calcium supplements. The young and beautiful female attaché replied with a smile behind her.

Qi Xiao shook his head disapprovingly, and continued to walk down, looking at the few scattered officials in suits and sunglasses in the distance of the gangway staring at him with serious expressions, and behind them, several men dressed as beautiful ** people also saluted him.

And farther away, the American GIs scattered and hidden in the corners were scattered, and the M14 in their hands was even more flickering with an inconspicuous cold light.

He couldn't help smacking his lips, turned back to the two entourages behind him and said, "Look at this posture, what you know is the savior who greets the American people, and if you don't know, you think Fu Manchu is coming." ”

When he was halfway there, a tall, burly white officer in a blue military uniform led a group of men over and gave him a military salute.

"Is it Mr. Qi Xiao? I am Martin Warfield, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Special Military Adviser to the President. Warfield's voice was not high-pitched, but it was as powerful as thunder in the sky.

The tall American looked to be fifty or sixty years old, but he was full of spirit and energy, he was half a head taller than Qi Xiao, and at this time, his angular face showed a smile that was not in harmony with his identity: "I am here to welcome you on behalf of the United Nations Planetary Defense Council and the United States government. ”

Qi Xiao looked at the person, turned his head and looked at his accompanying interpreter with an inquiring eye.

Wang Zhe, the translator behind him, hurriedly stepped forward: "Hello, Admiral Warfield, he is Qi Xiao." ”

Warfield nodded and took the initiative to extend his hand to Qi Xiao.

Qi Xiao looked Warfield's height up and down, tentatively stretched out his hand, and asked with a little hesitation: "Good blockage and blockage?" ”

"Uh...... Goodmorning，Sir？ ”

"Ahem...... No, it's night, that ...... Nicetomeetyou! Howareyou?”

Wang Zhe heard this series of greetings, and couldn't help but look dark in front of him, in the information he received, it was said that this Qi Xiao was fluent in English and had no problem communicating, so he didn't pay attention to reminding Qi Xiao of some etiquette problems, he didn't expect to lose such a big person to himself just after getting off the plane, what words did he say, people Americans don't say hello like this for a long time, okay?

Warfield smiled, "I'mdoinggood." Then he replied in blunt Chinese: "I heard that you speak English very fluently." ”

The two shook hands, Qi Xiao smiled embarrassedly, and then looked at the dozen or so people behind Warfield, and realized that Warfield didn't mean to introduce, so he replied bluntly in English: "When will we start moving?" ”

Warfield didn't answer, but turned around and made a gesture of please.

The two walked forward side by side, and a large attaché behind him hurriedly followed with luggage and packages, Qi Xiao walked a few steps, but stopped and asked: "There are a large number of illegally smuggled controlled knives on the plane, can you help unload the goods to the embassy?" ”

"Of course, these arms are exactly what we need." Warfield laughed.

Qi Xiao looked at Warfield: "If I can, I will consider exporting to the United States in the future." ”

The two of them continued to move forward, walking together in the direction of the vehicle.

"You're the first of the five transcendentals, it's getting late today, I'll take care of transporting you to the hotel, you can take this opportunity to have a good time in New York." The meeting will officially begin in a week's time. ”

"God, isn't the world already in danger? Still have time for a meeting? I didn't even attend the class meeting at school, and you actually asked me to come to the United Nations for a meeting? ”

Qi Xiao stopped again and complained: "I heard that Americans are very direct, you can't be simple this time?" ”

"Tell me directly, first, where to go? Second, how many kills? ”

"Isn't that the end of it?"

Warfield looked at Qi Xiao and smiled wordlessly: "In the political field, the more incompetent politicians and bureaucrats are, the more they have to show their presence through some high-sounding but empty meetings, this is the general rule of international affairs, you can't expect everyone to be as good as you." ”

"Hey, you're honest." When Qi Xiao heard this, he stopped, turned his head to look at Warfield with a smile, and said appreciatively: "I like you old man!" ”

"Hehe," Warfield came to an extended Humvee, opened the car door, and Qi Xiao immediately took the most comfortable position, and then patted the seats on both sides and beckoned to the two entourages behind him: "Come, sit here, the seat is big here." ”

Wang Zhe and Zhao Qianyu were willing to be rude like him, and hurriedly asked the general to get into the car first, Warfield hesitated for a moment, and sat on the small seat near the bar in the car, although his sitting posture was still straight, but this time, Qi Xiao was more than a head taller than him.

Then Wang Zhe and Zhao Qianyu also sat next to Qi Xiao, and waited for the two entourages of Warfield, two fat officers with a total of 500 pounds, to squeeze into the car, and the car started to start.

Warfield took a stack of leaflets from the table at the bar and handed it to Qi Xiao, and introduced: "Due to the rush of time, you did not provide a hotel you are familiar with, the hotel we arranged for you is the Times Square Hotel in the center of New York, I hope you can like it there." ”

Qi Xiao took the leaflet, looked at the colorful room decorations and landscape atlas on it, glanced at it casually, put it down, looked up and asked, "Is it the presidential suite?" ”

When Wang Zhe heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head and pretended not to know Qi Xiao.

How can you directly ask the other party what grade of room has been arranged in a diplomatic situation, I have never seen such a big face......

Warfield was also stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Have you watched "Mission Impossible"? ”

Qi Xiao nodded, but saw Warfield raise his right hand, make a phone call, imitate the tone of American star Tom Cruise, and shook his head slightly and said, "I stay in the Plaza Hotel." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, there is such a sentence." Qi Xiaodeng's eyes lit up and nodded.

"In the United States, as long as you say this, you don't even have to report the door number, almost everyone will know that you live on the south side of Manhattan's Central Park, and the four words "Plaza Hotel" are synonymous with celebrities."

"Is what he said true?" Qi Xiao squinted at the two Chinese beside him.

"The Plaza Hotel has been in business for more than 100 years and has hosted many kings, presidents, movie stars, sports stars, and business people, and is one of the most famous hotels in the United States." Wang Zhe, the translator next to him, couldn't bear Qi Xiao to continue to be embarrassed, and whispered to Qi Yufeng.

Qi Yufeng glanced back at him: "Have you ever lived?" ”

"Live...... Not great. ”

"Then you can live in this time and stain me, right?"

Translator Xiao Wang lowered his head and was choked to stop talking.

Warfield smiled: "Maybe tomorrow at six o'clock in the evening, I can have the honor to invite you to the Broadway Grand Theater to enjoy Ms. Aditta's latest opera "Endless Waltz", by the way, I will introduce you to the current situation?" ”

Qi Xiao lowered his head and looked at the promotional page of the hotel, and when he heard this, he waved his hand without raising his head, and said, "Opera? If you don't understand, don't go. ”

Zhao Qianyu, who was beside him, hurriedly pulled his arm and reminded in a low voice: "This is the general is issuing a formal diplomatic invitation to you......"

Qi Xiao raised his head, looked into the eyes of Warfield on the other side, and said with a smile: "I don't think the two of us need any diplomatic invitations." ”

Warfield could only nod helplessly: "I also appreciate your quick words." ”

The car continued to move forward, and the people in the car were silent, except for Qi Xiao who looked at the promotional page of the Plaza Hotel with relish, and the two officers of Warfield's followers both looked at Qi Xiao with contempt.

Suddenly, Qi Xiao raised his head and said, "Oh, by the way, when can I meet my four foils?" Uh, I mean...... Four new friends. ”

Warfield first smiled and nodded, then shook his head solemnly: "The four of them will not be your followers, maybe you are strong enough, but I can guarantee that none of them will be inferior to you."

Qi Xiao smiled undeniably, the corners of his mouth rose, he chose a comfortable position to hug his chest, looked down at the old man in front of him and said, "General Warfield, you may not know much about ......"

Before the words fell, I saw the convoy slowly stop.

"General......" A black suit with sunglasses stepped out of the lead car and knocked on the window, and the little fat man next to Warfield, who was originally serious and unsmiling, hurriedly lowered the window.

"What's going on?" Warfield asked.

"Fifth Avenue is currently occupied by anti-war protesters, and we can't get to the Plaza Hotel."

"Can't you take a detour?"

"The other roads are more crowded."

"Why didn't the City plan for this enough? They should know I'm here today to greet a ...... Distinguished guests. Warfield waved his hand at Qi Xiao and said with some annoyance.

"In fact, we've made enough arrangements for this, with tons of pepper water, and dozens of protesters are said to have been sprayed blind, including an eighty-year-old woman. We've also sent out a lot of tear gas and tactical batons, but the scale of the riot has exceeded our expectations......" The black-suited man replied with a look of embarrassment, and then he slurred, "You know, the relationship between the mayor of New York and the police department has always been ......"