"These people are not ordinary people with their speed and guns, but a group of well-trained professional soldiers disguised as thugs, and I suspect that reporter Chen may have encountered something dangerous during the investigation, so someone was sent to kill her."

The expression on Lin Cheng's face was very affirmative.

"Extinguish?"

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment.

She was just an ordinary person, and she really couldn't understand why her daughter could have this kind of thing, but her daughter was a professional reporter for the New York Times, and it wouldn't be surprising if she had investigated something dangerous in her investigation.

"This ..... How so, what the hell is going on with her? ”

"It's not clear, did she behave in any way before it happened or something?"

Lin Cheng looked at Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment, and then picked up a postcard from in front of Reporter Chen's spiritual seat and put it in front of Lin Cheng, Lin Cheng picked up the postcard on the counter, the photo on it was Washington Square Park, not far from Chinatown, which seemed to be a propaganda postcard.

He flipped the postcard over and found a messy trail of handwriting on the back, characters written in black marker.

After seeing the characters, Lin Cheng had a little realization in his heart, he put the postcard back, then took out his wallet and counted out a wad of two thousand dollar bills and put it on the counter.

"Aunt Chen, if you take this money, it will be my own money, and I will definitely investigate this matter to the end and give you an explanation."

After speaking, Lin Cheng directly pulled Elena and turned around and left the souvenir shop, even if Aunt Chen wanted to ask him to take back the money, he didn't look back.

"You got it?"

Elena turned her head, looked at Lin Cheng with a confused gaze and asked softly.

"Got it, we've got to go to Boston and help me find a book in the database of the Harvard-Yenching Library, with the index number 1980-1795-120, classified in the Asian Documentation section, and we'll have to get the book before the old agent does."

As he spoke, Lin Cheng turned on his mobile phone and began to search for the earliest flight from New York to Boston, however, there were still a few hours before the latest flight to Boston took off, and Lin Cheng had to rent the right to use a helicopter through the channel of the Continental Hotel.

Because Lin Cheng's request was urgent, and the Continental Hotel was not prepared, Mr. Winston lent his private helicopter to Lin Cheng, but the premise was that he had to come to the tarmac of the Continental Hotel in person.

Lin Cheng took Elena and drove to the Continental Hotel.

"I found out that the book was on the third floor of the Harvard-Yenching Library, in the D3 area of the Asian Literature section."

During this period, Elena did not manipulate her computer, but took her mobile phone and searched the pages of the Harvard-Yenching Library without raising her head, and after arriving at the Continental Hotel, she raised her head and told Lin Cheng the information she had found.

Immediately afterward, she realized that she had been taken by Lin Cheng to a high-end hotel.

The two were already in the elevator, and as the elevator continued to go up, Elena's mind spun faster and faster.

"I'm helping you find out the whereabouts of the books, and it's illegal for you to bring me to this kind of place, and to do that kind of thing with minors!"

"What do you think, we're here to borrow something."

And Lin Cheng was a little angry and gently tapped Elena's cranky little brain with his hand, this little girl is good or bad at learning optics, just her undeveloped figure, who else can she attract besides the good lolicon.

"Borrow something, borrow something?"

"Helicopter—"

As the door of the elevator car slowly opened, a strong wind blew into the elevator, blowing Elena's double ponytail floating, the little girl looked out of the elevator door with some surprise, and found that the elevator had stopped on the top roof of the hotel, facing a helipad.

And on the tarmac, an elegantly shaped black Airbus AS365N3 helicopter has hovered at an altitude of less than half a meter, ready to take off at any time.

Mr. Winston still looked like an old god, dressed in a haute couture suit of fine materials, standing directly below the tarmac, letting the wind from the rotors blow the thick gray-white hair on the top of his head.

Looking at Lin Cheng and Elena who appeared in the elevator, he couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Lin, you should be aware that our country has a complete set of laws for the protection of minors-"

"She's a top-level hacker, the kind that hacks into the Pentagon."

Hearing Mr. Winston's seemingly ridiculous warning, Lin Cheng couldn't help but turn dark, does he look so much like a pervert who will attack a little girl, the best way is not to argue, but to tell the other party why he is here with a little girl.

Lin Cheng's words made Mr. Winston show a rather interested expression, looking up and down at this little girl in a suit and short skirt, facing the gaze of a continental hotel manager, Elena glared back without showing weakness, not caring at all about Mr. Winston's momentum that only a superior person has.

"Helicopters are ready, under our own laws, airspace below 1,000 feet is open to the public, and the distance from New York to Boston is about 300 kilometers, so you can probably arrive in an hour – have a nice trip and a nice trip."

After a moment, Mr. Winston withdrew his scrutinizing gaze at Elena, and a faint smile reappeared on his face.

Frank Morgan was wanted by the CIA, so he couldn't take the MRT, so he had to drive to the Harvard-Yenching Library in Boston, a distance of more than 300 kilometers, and even on the New England Highway, it would take at least three hours.

As for Lin Cheng and Elena, he can arrive at a faster speed by helicopter, so in this game, he and the little girl have the upper hand.

Bidding farewell to Mr. Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel, Lin Cheng took Elena and walked to the tarmac together.

He first carried the little girl into the back seat of the helicopter more than half a meter above the ground, and then jumped on it himself, pulled the cabin door, and fixed the little girl and himself in the chair with the seat belt.

Because it is a private helicopter, and it is also a private helicopter belonging to a wealthy man, this AS365N3 has a rather luxurious rear compartment, the interior is all gold-plated, and the double row of seats that could originally fit eight people has been removed to only four huge, fluffy sofas, and there is even a wine cabinet in the middle of the back compartment.

"Sir, we will be in Boston in an hour, please enjoy your journey-"

The driver's energetic voice came from the headset, Lin Cheng nodded, and gave a thumbs up to the rearview mirror in the middle of the cockpit.