Two days later, west of Mexico City, on the coastline, a small coastal town.

In the empty luxury villa, an old man in a casual beach short-sleeved apartment is standing on the aerial platform next to the swimming pool, grabbing his mobile phone, roaring loudly at the person opposite the phone, the expression on his face is extremely angry, even a little hideous.

"What does it mean that I was given up, I have reached the age of retirement, it was you who begged me to come back and I came back to work part-time, why did I go out for a while, and when I came back, I became like this, you explain it to me, what does it mean that I was given up?!"

The old man shouted angrily, his voice a little hoarse, and there was a hysteria in his words.

"I don't know what's going on, but for the sake of our friendship over the years, all I can say is - you'd better run faster."

Listening to the busy sound of the phone being hung up, Harold froze in place, and the ensuing impulse made him angrily slam his phone on the ground.

He turned and walked into the bedroom of the mansion, where the previously empty walls revealed a hidden door, and in the safe inside was a black travel bag full of dollars, as well as forged identification documents such as passports, and a pistol.

He has dedicated most of his life to his country, retired and rehired as a Black Ops consultant, focusing on eliminating dangerous alien metal lifeforms that could pose a major security risk to the country, and he has done a great job.

But now, after only two days of leaving, he was charged with a series of trumped-up charges such as violating the rules and prohibitions, abusing power for personal gain, trading power for money, and treason against state enemies, plotting to steal all his achievements, and splashing all the dirty water on him.

Not only was his position swept to the end, but even the bank cards and credit cards on his body were frozen.

He is now wanted by the country to which he is loyal and, if nothing else, there are now at least two national intelligence services searching for his whereabouts, and as soon as they discover his whereabouts, they will immediately send out an operation team to arrest him.

More likely, though, it's not the action team that captured itself — it's the assassination squad.

This is something that a veteran spy who has worked in the CIA for more than 50 years is all too familiar with, because, as a former director of the CIA, he has done this kind of crossing the river and demolishing bridges more than once, even if it is just to save himself a labor fee.

With his understanding of the CIA's operating rules and methods, Harold was keenly aware of the anomaly, and when he realized that something was wrong, he sent himself out of the United States directly through special channels, and what happened next also happened to confirm his conjecture.

He was an old widower who had lived alone for more than 20 years, and his wife, who was also an intelligence agent, died in an invisible place in the Cold War.

The intelligence services in the country could not threaten his family, and the agents who appeared and seized his mansion and apartment immediately after, as well as the frozen assets, proved that his choice to leave was definitely a wise choice.

He is now in Mexico, in a mansion that he bought for himself a long time ago.

However, it was only a short stay here, and he needed to get the money hidden here, and then leave immediately, and only by constantly changing his place could the people who followed him not find his existence.

But the question now is, who is targeting him, and for what purpose?

"Damn, what the hell is going on......"

Suddenly, there was a faint noise in the sky.

The old man, who had worked in the CIA for half his life, could naturally hear what the sound was, it was the sound of the helicopter propeller, he came to the window and raised his head, and sure enough, on the distant coastline, there were two black UN-60 Black Hawk helicopters approaching at high speed.

Looking at the two gunships flying closer and closer, the expression on Harold's face was a little gloomy, this operation was in a hurry, he didn't even have time to get the modified satellite phone, these two helicopters must be coming towards him, he had to leave as soon as possible.

The garage of the mansion is closed, and in the garage is a black Chevrolet van, a modified high-horsepower bulletproof security vehicle, and the old man has just walked into the garage with a travel bag, and before he can turn on the lights, in the dark, a gun is against his head.

"Mr. Harold, don't be in a hurry, how about we talk?"

The unfamiliar voice sounded in the old man's ears, Harold's face suddenly turned white, his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move - careless, he had been an agent for almost half his life, but he didn't expect that because he had been in a high position for too long, he didn't even have this bit of defense.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Harold forced his composure, trying to control his emotions, and said in a deep voice.

"We don't know each other, but you've seen me, but it's still dark in the garage and it's not a good place for us to talk, so let's talk somewhere else - now, turn around and keep going until I say stop."

Lin Cheng, who had been waiting in the garage for a long time, raised the gun in his hand and forced Harold to retreat again and again, until the two passed through the corridor of the main building of the building and came to the courtyard, Lin Cheng asked him to stop, slowly turned around, and faced Harold face to face, but did not remove the muzzle of the gun.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Harold saw the face of the young man in front of him clearly, and he thought about it in his mind for a long time before matching Lin Cheng's face with a face in his memory, but then, an ugly expression appeared on his face.

"Are you...... The guy who saved the Cybertrons? ”

Not only did they save the Cybertrons, but they even almost wiped out the Gravewind Squad, they relied on the surveillance probe of the traffic management department to find the photo of the person in front of them, and he was of course impressed by the fact that the wanted warrant for the person in front of him was signed by Harold himself.

"I didn't expect you to have a pretty good memory, and you deserve to be the CIA boss."

Lin Cheng smiled and did not deny it.

“...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

After a short silence, Harold spoke again, but the two gunships had already arrived above the mansion, and the hatches on both sides opened, and immediately several special forces soldiers in black combat uniforms descended from the air and surrounded the two.

Harold could clearly see that the epaulettes on those people belonged to the Tombwind Squad, but what made him feel incomprehensible was that these Tombwind Squad soldiers, who were supposed to be his subordinates, were pointing their guns in his direction at this time, not the stranger who had held him hostage.

"I'm just here to deliver an arrest warrant issued by the White House, approved by Congress, and signed by the Department of Defense, and you've been arrested, Mr. Director."

Seeing Harold with a look of surprise on his face, Lin Cheng chuckled and shook his head.

He even took the initiative to retrieve his gun and took out a document.