"To the dear Mr. Dycardy Shaw, your own sister, Miss Heidi, has been taken to the secret CIA office in the heart of the City of London by a DSS consultant named Luke Hobbes, and is being interrogated, period, and sent in the conference room."

Lin Cheng said as he typed awkward English phrases on his mobile phone.

He then sent a text message to Dicardy Shaw.

You ask him where he got Dicarder Shaw's mobile phone number, and of course it's from his friends in the CIA.

Lin Cheng just asked Agent Loeb, and Agent Loeb gave Lin Cheng the mobile phone number of Dicarder Shaw, but Agent Loeb actually didn't know what Lin Cheng wanted Daikard Shaw's mobile phone number to do.

"Who are you?"

Moments later, Lin Cheng received a reply on his phone.

Seeing this reply, Lin Cheng didn't reply, just put the phone back in his pocket, and then walked to the conference room where Hobbes and Heidi were, standing outside the conference room door, through a layer of glass, listening to the conversation taking place inside.

At the edge of the long table in the conference room, Heidi sat in an uncomfortable chair, wearing only a thin autumn suit, handcuffed hands, and bruises and scrapes on her face, but no longer bleeding.

The American giant in front of her didn't mean to pity the jade at all, and the injuries on her body were all left when the two fought.

"You don't look like a CIA."

"How do you know?"

Hobbes narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face was a little strange, because he really wasn't from the CIA, and the U.S. Department of Foreign Affairs and Security was subordinate to the U.S. Congress, and the CIA were two systems, but their job functions were the same, all of them were foreign foreign foreign intelligence agencies.

So Hobbes was quite interested in Heidi's words, and he really wanted to know how Heidi knew about it.

"There are two kinds of people in the CIA, intelligence agents and spies."

"Those weak people over there look like they're engaged in intelligence, but you look strong enough to collapse the entire building, which doesn't conform to the policy of low-key spies blending into the enemy, and you have nothing to do with the word low-key."

"Your opinion is interesting, yes, I'm not from the CIA, but I still have the right to ask you about it."

Hobbes smiled.

"I didn't kill those people, I didn't kill anyone."

"I know, you don't look like you're killing someone, you're just trying to escape."

Hearing Heidi argue herself, Hobbes nodded slightly.

After the fight, Hobbs had realized that although the combat effectiveness of the woman in front of him was not bad, it was impossible to deal with more than a dozen people in the escort team at the same time without being injured, and there must be some misunderstanding in this matter.

"Heidi, tell me what the hell is going on."

Heidi shook her head, her long blond hair swaying slightly, quite dazzling.

"Heidi, everyone thinks you killed someone and stole something, so don't want to leave here, don't talk to anyone on the phone, or even meet with anyone until you tell me the truth."

Hobbes sighed and spoke slowly.

"You don't understand what's going on, I can't explain it, you're delaying my time!"

"You're wasting our time, Heidi, the virus can't fall into the wrong hands, once it's taken by the enemy, it's too late!"

Hearing that she couldn't leave, Heidi's face changed instantly, she slapped the table and roared at Hobbes, seeing that Heidi didn't plan to tell the truth of the matter, even Hobbs, who had always been good-tempered, couldn't help but start a fire.

He yelled at Heidi until a series of sudden ringing cell phone ringtones interrupted the foolish behavior of the two of them like children.

"Isn't it time for you to build your muscles, hunk?"

"The brain is the most useful thing in the whole body, and you should exercise more there."

Realizing that arguing wouldn't solve the problem, Heidi forced herself to calm down, sat back in her chair, glanced at the text on Hobbes's phone, but a smile appeared on her face, gently tugging at the corners of her mouth, and slowly laughing at Hobbes in a sarcastic voice.

Hobbes ignored her, grabbed his phone and glanced at it, and when he saw that it was his daughter calling, he stood up and smiled softly at Heidi.

"There is the deepest wisdom in the body, far better than any philosophy in the world, Nietzsche."

"You see, I have brains, but at the same time, I have muscles."

With that, he walked to the door of the conference room and pulled in the Asian CIA agent in a black suit.

"Watch her for me, I'll be right back, and if she moves, you can shoot her."

"No kidding, he's not going to shoot."

"No, I'm not kidding, see a little more clearly, hit her in the face."

"That would have put him in jail."

Looking at the seriousness written on Hobbs's face, Lin Cheng was at a loss, he was just listening to the corner at the door, why was he suddenly pulled in.

But Hobbs obviously didn't want to wait for him to reply, so he directly opened the door of the conference room and walked out, so in the entire conference room, only Lin Cheng and Heidi were left looking at each other.

Looking at the blonde woman in front of him, Lin Cheng shrugged his shoulders helplessly and sat on the chair that Hobbs had already sat on before.

"Miss Heidi, I've wanted to talk to you before, but I haven't been able to find a chance."

"You don't look like a CIA, who are you?"

Earlier, when Hobbes turned around, Heidi had already ripped off her necklace and was using the sharp point on the necklace to try to unlock her handcuffs.

However, when Lin Cheng spoke, she realized that Lin Cheng in front of her seemed to be a little different from the others present.

"It's true that I'm not from the CIA, how can you tell?"

Lin Cheng frowned slightly, how could anyone see that he had a problem.

His identity concealment course was also taught by the fox, could it be that there is something wrong with the fox teaching?

"You made me feel a variety of completely different qualities, one that only veterans have the smell of blood, one that feels chaotic and disorderly, and one that is inherently approachable, and these traits shouldn't be in the same person, so you can't be a CIA person."

Heidi stared at Lin Cheng's eyes with a pair of cold jade-like eyes, and said slowly.

"It's kind of interesting, so who do you think I am?"

Lin Cheng blinked, and Heidi's statement surprised him.

"If you're not born an anti-government, anti-social lunatic, you're a hidden murderer."

"I know that there is a superhero series in the United States that Warner asked the great director Nolan to shoot, called The Dark Knight Batman, and in my opinion, you are the character that Heasley has played brilliantly."

Heidi says he's like a clown.

"Blanch—"

Lin Cheng Bengbu lived.