Landau slowly stopped in front of the traffic light, and the Ford behind him followed, one left and one right, and the last car arrived at the rear of Landau.

Turning his head slightly, the blond-haired and blue-eyed Russian was waving at him, and Landau smiled slightly.

Looking at the turbulent traffic in front of him, Landau observed for a moment, and immediately stepped on the accelerator to the end and rushed out directly.

With the help of the moving bus, he got rid of the three Fords, and Landau turned the car into an alley, turned off the lights, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that my Russian friend is very concerned about me, but he is unstable and knows where he is hiding." ”

Fox who had already pulled out a UZI from under his seat and checked his firearm, "No information. Everyone thought that Pushkin had died in the explosion that night. ”

Looking at the Ford speeding past at the entrance of the alley, Landau's eyes flashed, "John's side should have been in trouble." Contact them, Fox. ”

The roar of engines echoed through the alleys, Volvos with their high beams rushed out, and Landau swerved towards the base.

Fox called John seven times along the way, but no one answered.

Landau parked the Volvo in the nearest mall parking lot and walked back to the base with the Fox on foot.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the call back was forcibly interrupted.

Landau, who walked out of the elevator, contacted John as soon as possible, and was relieved to learn that Jane had completely cooked the Russians who were chasing them.

Telling the Smiths to make their own preservation their first priority, Landau added, "After taking care of the tail, return to the base as soon as possible." ”

Landau walked into the next surveillance room and inspected the entire base, but found no trace of Robert.

"There is a good chance that Robert was calculated by the Russians." Landau looked at the base's monitors and sighed, "His behavior pattern is so easy to grasp. ”

Fox pointed to the top monitor, "Mike and Robert are very close, he probably knows where Robert went." ”

Landau looked at the bar on the first floor of the ground floor, where Mike was talking to a young man, apparently in a good conversation.

After a brief message to Mike, Landau saw Mike on the monitor say goodbye to the young man and enter the elevator.

"Robert got word from black market intelligence merchants that there is a place where many victims of forced love trade are being held." Down Mike got straight to the point, "a place in Brooklyn." ”

Landau took the note with Mike's address written on it, glanced at it and said in a deep voice, "Gather everyone, we may have to go to support Robert." ”

The largest Chinatown in Brooklyn, he believed there were Russians.

Landau sighed, unable to comprehend how the mind of a man like Robert works.

A brand-new Chevrolet stopped at the corner of Chinatown, and Landau, who got out of the car, pointed to the wandering Chinese Americans and asked, "Who knows through whom to reach the Chinese in Chinatown?"

Christian straightened his clothes and walked straight to the wandering Chinese on the street, with Landau and Fox and Mike following behind.

Christian obviously knew this Chinese and stood in front of him expressionlessly and greeted, "Ray, are you okay?" ”

"Hey, Christian, you're leaving your accounting firm and going for a walk." When the man surnamed Hua saw Christian, his face was immediately full of smiles, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Christian.

Christian didn't accept the cigarette handed by the man surnamed Hua, "Ray, you know I don't smoke. I've got something to do with your boss. ”

The smile on the face of the man surnamed Hua froze, and his eyes kept rolling, scanning Landau and his party.

"I'm Li Lei, who are you?" Li Lei said as he walked up to Christian and asked quietly, "Are you in trouble?" ”

Lan Dao walked up, elegantly took out the unopened cigarette from his jacket pocket, spread the package, and handed it to Li Lei, "My name is Lan Dao, and I want to pay a visit to the mountain gate here." ”

Everyone in the group looked at Landau in amazement, and no one expected that he was fluent in Chinese.

Li Lei took the cigarette handed over by Landau, looked up and down suspiciously, "Follow me." ”

Landau and his party followed behind Li Lei, constantly walking through the crowded Chinatown, and finally stopped in front of a medical center.

Li Lei went in to explain the situation, and Landau also took the opportunity to look at the medical hall.

The years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of the year, the words "Gong's Medical Hall" are dull, the plaque is full of dust, but the two lanterns on the side are very bright.

The upstairs window opened, and Li Lei beckoned everyone to enter the museum.

The house is very old, with old-fashioned hardwood floors, and there are traces of medicine cabinets, photographs, and pennants on the walls, and the parts that were previously covered are white, revealing a dull yellow, a clear watershed, and the traces are clear.

Landau suddenly felt that the old man here was so lonely, so lonely that all the honors would go with him, so he took down all the certificates.

Walking from the empty first floor to the second floor, you are greeted by modern floors and simple decorations, and Landau has immediately entered the modern society from the last century.

In front of the bright window, an ordinary old man stood in front of the window, and Li Lei walked over to Lan Dao and introduced, "Old man Gong Juchen, the backbone of our Chinatown." Just ask him for anything. ”

After Li Lei introduced Gong Juchen to everyone, he didn't introduce everyone to the old man Gong Juchen, but just left first by looking outside.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs faded away, and Landau stood up with a smile, "Hello Old Man Gong, we have something to ask you for." ”

Gong Juchen raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Lan Dao carefully, and then said with a lot of anger: "I can't be the master, you don't have any expectations." ”

"I have a friend named Robert." Landau beckoned the group to sit down on his own initiative, and skillfully fiddled with the tea set on the table, "He used to work for the imperial court here, and he had some problems, and he couldn't see anyone suffering. ”

Lan Dao handed the brewed tea to Gong Lao, "He listened to the rumors, there were some pickled things about the persecution of women from good families, so he broke in alone." ”

Gong Lao took the teacup handed by Lan Dao with both hands, put it on the small cabinet on the side, and stared at Lan Dao in a daze, "What do you mean, I understand." How can you be sure that this place is indeed spotless, free of all the dirt and filth? ”

Gong Lao walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down, setting up the pulse diagnosis, "Come, you come to me." Let me take a good look at your pulse and answer one of my doubts. This question has been bothering me since the moment I saw you, and my heart is itching. ”

Lan Dao walked to the other side of the Eight Immortals table and sat down for some reason, put his hand on the pulse diagnosis, and let Gong Lao check the pulse.

"Strange, weird." Gong Laomo rubbed his beard and muttered to himself.