John F. Kennedy Airport –

As one of the largest airports in the world, JFK Airport is like a small city, with a variety of cuisines, lounges, entertainment halls, huge parking lots in a U-shape, and beautiful hotels where people of all colors can shuttle and feel the atmosphere of the storm in the festive Christmas atmosphere.

In the corner of the airport, a man in a down jacket took out a cigarette in the corner, just lit it and took a puff, a staff member walked up with a smile on his face, "Sorry sir, please go to the smoking room for smoking, smoking is prohibited here." ”

The man reluctantly snuffed out the cigarette, shrugged his shoulders, seemed too lazy to speak, and after the staff left, the man cursed in English: "This hell airport, this hell weather, this hell Christmas, this damned, bitch-raised Chinese spy!"

"Haha, stop complaining, let's keep an eye on it. A voice came from the headphones he was carrying.

The man tilted his head and said to the miniature microphone on the neckline: "I think these airport workers have the potential to be agents, I just lit a cigarette and ran over, damn the smoking room, if I can go to the smoking room, I might as well go to bed with my wife at home." ”

The man was a plainclothes FBI, and he had been at the JFK airport all morning, and the Christmas holiday had come to an end, and the depression in his heart could be imagined.

"Okay, if we can make meritorious service this time, it will be developed, and the bonus given by the government is enough for you to squander for a lifetime. ”

As long as the spy's brain didn't get into the water, it would be impossible for him to break through the blockade from Franklin to New York and come here to board the plane. ”

"Well, to be honest, I also think he should be hiding somewhere in the country, but the blockade still has to be blocked, otherwise the spy won't even have to hide. ”

"The leader's head is funny. The man was still swearing, but he didn't know that there was a person standing close in front of him, but he couldn't see it.

Is it...... Even the New York airport, which is so far away, is blocked, and the FBI may have poured out this time, although this blockade can't stop Zhou Jian, but he can't relax......

He didn't buy a plane ticket, and the previous passport couldn't be used because it didn't match his appearance after his disguise, and this passport was in a hurry because of the hurry, so there were some problems, and if the FBI tracked it down, he would probably be detained. In fact, even if there is no problem with the passport, Zhou Jian does not dare to take risks, the US government is likely to have found out that this thing was done by a Chinese, and his current black hair and black eyes are too conspicuous to fly blatantly.

He stealthily passed through the security gate, came to the cargo lane, stepped on the conveyor belt of the airport's cargo lane, and went to the cargo hold of the plane without him knowing.

The airport personnel in overalls were counting the goods in the warehouse, and it was naturally easy for Zhou Jian, who was invisible, to avoid them.

As the door of the cabin is closed, the surroundings suddenly darkened, the environment of the aircraft cargo compartment is good, after flying to the high altitude, it will be pressurized and the temperature will be controlled, although the temperature adjustment is not as comfortable as the cabin, but in general it is okay, but it is a little stuffy, and a large number of goods printed with all kinds of English around also give people an extremely depressing feeling.

With the rumbling sound of the jet engine, the plane took off, and Zhou Jian's hanging heart was also relaxed slightly, and finally left the United States safely. He switched his consciousness back, he had been in high tension for the past two days, and now all he had to do was get a good night's sleep.

In the afternoon, the plane will arrive in Brasilia, and Zhou Jian's deity will be waiting there, and when he will recover the Ghost Slayer incarnation, he can rush to Norris City......

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In the evening, the sky is gray and gloomy, the cold wind is howling, in a small unheated building, a middle-aged man in a gray trench coat leans on the windowsill to look out the window.

The children lined up on the school bus and laughed as they walked about the upcoming final exams, and the white air exhaled in the cold wind as they spoke. Occasionally, vendors who closed their stalls early because of the cold weather rode through the ranks of students on "upside-down donkeys", and then laughed and shouted to one of the children, "Cuicui, why haven't you seen your mother for so many days?"

The man's eyes remained fixed on one of the little girls carrying a cartoon school bag, and after a moment, he sighed.

Closing the curtains, he turned around, and at this time, the sound of "Oooo

The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile, and said half-jokingly: "Xiao Liu, how many times have I told you, steady, steady, do you understand? ”

The young man named Xiao Liu trotted all the way upstairs, "Head, guess what? Last night, ......" Xiao Liu swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he said this, "I'm talking about New York time, the U.S. military industrial laboratory......"

Xiao Liu deliberately lengthened and emphasized, but before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man exhaled helplessly, he patted Xiao Liu's shoulder, and said in an almost sympathetic tone: "Xiao Liu, do you want to talk about the theft of the military laboratory?

Xiao Liu's eyes widened, and the description he had thought of was completely useless, and after a while, he said aggrievedly: "Head, let's not bring such a humble person." ”

"Come on, just your news channel, and when you know it's on the news network. ”

"Damn, head, you have to save some face for the newcomer. ”

"Okay, don't pretend to be tender with me. The middle-aged man said and pulled out a red tower mountain. "Smoked?"

Xiao Liu's eyes blinked as he looked at the cigarette case, and suddenly remembered something, "Head, it can't be done by someone from our bureau, right?"

"What are you wondering about?"

"I'm not thinking about it, the military laboratory, let's do this, I think it's likely to be Senior Sister Zixuan. ”

"Nonsense!"

"Uh...... Okay, I won't talk about it, I know that there are rules in the bureau, and I'm taboo again, hehe, let's not ask. ”

The middle-aged man was holding a cigarette between his fingers, and he wanted to educate Xiao Liu a few words, but at this moment, a crisp female voice came from downstairs - "It's not me." ”