Lin Cheng succeeded in changing the fate of the death of the old pilot Gabriel Singer and allowing him to survive.

But this veteran pilot was one of the insiders and witnesses of the events of that year, and although he did not know much, according to the CIA's methods, if he was left there, it would only attract more assassins.

Since he had already saved his life, there was no need for him to die here, Lin Cheng simply brought the old pilot with him.

After annihilating the assassination team sent by the CIA, Lin Cheng and his entourage got on a private jet rented by Lin Cheng through the mainland hotel channel before the local police arrived.

To ensure the safety of this flight, Lin Cheng dismissed the original pilot of the private jet, and the old pilot Mr. Singh piloted the plane.

Soon, the planes were back in the sky, but, because they didn't plan where they were going next, they were just flying towards the east coast of the United States.

Everyone gathered in the cabin, sitting around the sofa, exchanging information on both sides.

From Frank Morgan's mouth, Lin Cheng knew that they had only received an order for fire support and went to San Benito to support the front line, but it was not clear who gave the order.

"Mr. Singh said that although he was shipping the package, he did not know who the package was."

Lin Cheng shook his head slightly.

Gabriel Singer had made it clear that he had only been ordered to pick up a package, and although he saw a person at the end of the package, he didn't know who the other person was.

That is, in fact, Gabriel Singer's clue is also broken.

"If the other party is related to the CIA, I'm afraid the only place where you can find clues...... That's all there is. ”

Frank Morgan and Marvin Boggs looked at each other and spoke slowly.

It is not clear who the person in the package is, who gave the order to slaughter the village is unknown, except for the three people present, all those in the know have been killed, and no one can be found who can provide clues.

The only place where there is a possible transcript is the paper archives of CIA headquarters.

"Frank, you should know that our current identity used to be a death-"

Marven was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Frank meant.

But now they are on the CIA's must-kill list, not to mention trying to break into the CIA headquarters, even if they appear nearby, they may be shot and killed by people passing by the CIA headquarters or the Pentagon, and they will not be held accountable at all, and they will even be rewarded.

"So, I'm afraid we'll have to get some friends to help us."

Frank sighed slowly.

He didn't want to do anything like that if he didn't have to, even if he had worked there for decades and knew everything about the inner workings of the CIA, he wouldn't want to do it, because it would be too risky.

And even if he wanted to break into the CIA headquarters, if he didn't have a friend to help, he would definitely not be able to successfully infiltrate on his own.

Because the access control and password there are changed almost every six hours, he is retired, and he is being hunted down by his old club, how can he know what the new password is.

Right now, the only place that can help them break into the CIA is probably that place......

Lin Cheng suddenly felt that someone behind him was pulling the corner of his clothes.

"Lin Cheng, what are they talking about, why can't I understand it?"

He turned his head and saw Elena staring at a pair of large, confused eyes, the little girl did not seem to fully understand the situation, and she did not seem to understand the riddler behavior of the adults very well.

This situation is not surprising, although this little girl is very powerful, but due to age restrictions, her experience is really limited.

"I think they're probably saying they're going to break into the CIA headquarters."

Perhaps in order to take care of the little girl's face, Lin Cheng slowly approached Elena's ear and whispered in a voice in her ear that only she could hear, as if he was saying something little secret.

"Ha, I knew they would!"

And Elena's face instantly showed a clear expression, as if she had known it for a long time.

Lin Cheng smiled, he didn't care about the little girl's arrogant and petty nature, but instead wagged his big tail like a big-tailed wolf, trying to trick the little white rabbit into helping him.

"By the way, Elena, this is a rare opportunity, are you interested in blocking the CIA guys?"

"Add blockage, add blockage?"

Elena looked at Lin Cheng a little blankly.

"I want to see the shady stuff in the CIA's internal database, do you want to see it?"

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

Then, a smile also appeared on her face, like a little devil's smile.

She has just experienced the pursuit of the CIA, although she is not in danger, she will also have a lot of opinions about the CIA, and the CIA guys will not care if she is a child and will have mercy on her, since Lin Cheng invited, of course Elena will help.

The two then began to discuss the details of the operation - in short, a small transceiver that was unknowingly installed in the CIA's data server, and quickly copied the data without the CIA people noticing.

For Lin Cheng, infiltrating the CIA is not a problem, the only question is where to get this transceiver, however, it is obvious that this problem is difficult for Lin Cheng, and it is difficult for Elena.

The private airliner landed at Washington International Airport that night, without attracting the attention and inspection of any air traffic control department, and then they were directly divided into two teams.

Frank took Sarah and Marvin to find his so-called "friends" who could send them to the CIA and get the information, while Lin Cheng took Elena and Mr. Singh to the nearest ..... Flea market.

Yes, you heard it right, it's the flea market.

The American flea market is the same concept as the Chinese antique market, both of which are public platforms that bring together all kinds of strange things you can see and put them together for sale.

All you need is a pair of discerning eyes and a bit of luck to find something valuable here.

However, because the history of the United States is very short, Americans do not have as many antiques to sell as Chinese, and most of the things that are put out in the flea market are some unused household items and small bits and pieces, or some stolen goods.

So, basically, on weekends, the flea bazaar is packed with people.

Among them, some people really come to buy things to take home, but there are others who want to make a fortune by making these things.

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