Lin Cheng, he is a very chicken thief, because, to a certain extent, he knows how to play his enemies.

He didn't show up in front of the CIA, but Elena and Sarah had already registered, and after entering Washington, it would be difficult to get out, because the CIA had asked the Washington police and the National Guard to search the city.

So, Lin Cheng chose to retreat - simply put, it was to call Frank and tell the other party that he had rescued everyone, and then asked Frank to give the phone to Ivan, the head of the Russian embassy, the old agent.

After making the phone call, he got out of the subway and took Elena and Sarah directly to the Russian Embassy in Washington.

The beauty of this choice is that the embassy is the legal territory of another country, and even if the C.I.A. knows that they are hiding here, the Americans have no right to come in and search them.

What's more, when they came, they were silent, and the CIA did not find out about their whereabouts at all.

At half past eleven in the evening, in a small conference room in the wing of the Russian Embassy.

On the long table in the center of the conference room are two large red trays filled with McDonald's takeaway meals downstairs, such as clumps of beef burger wrappers, chicken nuggets piled up like a hill but getting colder, and several empty Coke cups.

Lin Cheng sat at the conference table, with Mr. Singh, the veteran pilot, next to him, and Elena and Sarah opposite.

Several of them have been waiting here for nearly four and a half hours, the little girl is very sleepy, lying directly on the table, using her arm as a pillow to sleep, Lin Cheng is bored playing with his mobile phone, Sarah is looking at the clock on the wall in a daze.

Just as the clock was about to point to twelve o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden chaotic sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Soon, Frank Moses was the first to rush into the conference room, his bald head shining in the light, but he didn't even say hello, he came directly to Sarah, grabbed Sarah's hand, and asked with concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Luckily, it was a trip that was more than I expected...... Much more stimulating. ”

Sarah was stunned at Frank's words, and then a big smile appeared on her face.

She didn't seem to care about the events that had happened from yesterday noon to this morning, and behind Frank, the head of the Russian Embassy, Old Agent Ivan, Marvin Boggs, and Lady Victoria, walked in with them.

They looked at Lin Cheng with a somewhat complicated look, presumably they already knew that earlier today, on the street in Washington, there was a tank playing bumper cars with police cars, but they all chose to shut up and didn't ask about the ins and outs of this matter, which saved trouble.

The little girl seemed to have been woken up by the sound of someone coming in, and she slowly raised her head, staring at the others with a pair of big confused eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, you continue to sleep your-"

The little girl didn't suspect him, and with a sigh of oh, she went back on her stomach.

Lin Cheng chuckled and shook his head, turned off the phone screen, and slammed it upside down on the table.

In the conference room, everyone gathered again, but what happened next was the most troublesome.

"That's basically the case, Robert Stanton chose to bury his past in order to participate in the presidential race, kill all those who know, we can't let him succeed, this country, although the future is bleak, but if this kind of person comes to power, there is no future at all."

Frank, who was sitting on the side of the conference table, gently pinched his eyebrows and sighed slowly.

"According to the informant, Robert Stanton will be attending a charity dinner in Chicago tomorrow night to announce his candidacy for the presidential election and to get campaign investment for his team, and he will inevitably be there, and this may be the only chance we can find him."

Ivan recounted the information he had obtained through special channels of the Russian Security Service.

"So, you mean, we're going to assassinate a vice president at a charity gala?"

Marven was stunned for a moment, even a crazy guy like him would not think of assassinating a vice president at a charity gala.

But the only problem is that the situation seems to have no choice, if they want to survive and want to revoke the wanted warrant they are carrying, they must find a way to bring the other person down, even if this so-called knockdown means killing the other party with a gun.

There was a strange silence in the conference room, because no one wanted to be charged with killing the vice president, and they were silent for a long time, until Lin Cheng's sudden opening made the eyes of everyone present gather on him.

"While it may seem interesting to assassinate a vice president, I don't think it's entirely out of options."

"Lin, what do you mean?"

Frank frowned.

"Don't forget, we still have a secret weapon in our hands, don't we?"

Lin Cheng smiled and looked at the conference table, the document stolen from the CIA's paper document archive in Frank's hand, and the rest of the people's eyes followed Lin Cheng to the document.

But after a few seconds, Frank suddenly shook his head, and didn't seem to agree very much.

"The documents are basically blacked out, and we can't convict him without the most critical evidence."

"We don't need to convict him, it's enough to discredit him — take the picture of the deceased, the identity information, all the clues left behind, and this file, put it all together, and send it to every Robert Stanton political enemy, especially the Democrats who are about to run in the general election, and compete with the Republicans, what do you think they will do when they get this document?"

What Lin Cheng said was very simple and clear.

Sending these things to Robert Stanton's opponents, political enemies, and people who don't want him to be president can still give them an excuse to attack Robert Stanton, even if they don't serve as legal evidence.

In this way, they don't need to send this sanctimonious hypocrite to court at all, they can directly let him fall into disrepute and fall into the abyss, and the dilemma situation will be naturally solved.

Listening to Lin Cheng's description, everyone, including Frank, had some misunderstandings about Lin Cheng.

They suddenly felt that this young Chinese with a gentle smile on his face had a pair of demonic wings and tails growing out of his back, otherwise, how could he be so skilled in such a thing?

"Then how do we find those photos, they should have all been recovered by the CIA, should we break into Langley again?"

"No, because we still have an expert—"

As he spoke, Lin Cheng turned his gaze to the thirteen-year-old girl in front of him, lying on the conference table, using her arm as a pillow, and sleeping soundly.

At this time, Elena was still intoxicated in her own dreams, and she didn't notice that everyone around her, including Lin Cheng, was looking at her.