The Emblem of the United States

As soon as Song Xiaotian finished speaking, a scene that made him stuttered. The policeman obediently handed Feng Er a bunch of keys, looking quite respectful.

"Damn... Is this okay?" Song Xiaotian's eyes widened. At this moment, he had some new understanding of the concept of strength.

"Thank you, I will give you back!" Feng Er politely threw a fluent English sentence to the policeman and turned around and left with everyone.

"Bastard, cia, you are all bastards..." After everyone walked a long way, they faintly heard the policeman standing in anger at the door of the office and cursing.

Everyone who got into the police car showed a smug smile on their faces and left.

Feng Er turned on the lights of the Jeep Cherokee and walked out of the airport with great might. He encountered several checkpoints along the way, but they were all set by the airport and local police. With the cooperation of Feng Er and Ye Zi, they were all unobstructed and could not be

Not to mention, all the grassroots policemen have a deep sense of fear.

"Why did those policemen get scared when they see Cia?" Zhang Sheng asked curiously.

"Do you know the Jinyiwei?" Feng Er smiled proudly and said, "We are the American Jinyiwei now. Damn, who dares to stop us? Haha..."

"Don't be too happy too early. Drive quickly and find a remote place to drive after leaving the airport. We must change this police car quickly!" Ye Zi said in a deep voice.

"What's the hurry? You didn't see the police along the way, when they saw our equipment and documents, they didn't even dare to put one of them. Who dares to stop us? They don't want their black hats?" Feng Er continued to show off.

"Beep...beep...beep...beep..."

As soon as Feng Er finished speaking, several police cars came to him.

"Continue to be proud?" Song Xiaotian said angrily.

"What's the situation?" Feng Er shouted nervously.

"Will anyone find those agents who are being pointed by us?" Jixiangruyi said nervously.

"It's very likely..." Ye Zi nodded: "Hurry, go to a crowded place!"

"Hey... I just asked me to walk to a place with fewer people, but now I'm asking me to walk to a place with many people!" Feng Er shook his head, but he still rang the steering wheel from an intersection in front and turned to a

Drive up the wide avenue.

"Beep...beep...beep...beep..."

The four police cars behind were indeed here to chase them. Jixiang Ruyi guessed correctly. It was indeed an airport policeman who found something was wrong in the office. He kicked open the door and looked in. All the agents inside were puppets and could not say anything.

He couldn't move, and he thought he was possessed by evil spirits, so he quickly ran to report to the airport leader.

The airport sheriff knew that these Cia agents were supposed to be interrogating several Chinese terrorists. Now that this happens, it must be the Chinese people who did it, so he quickly reported to his superiors.

Now the whole of New York is in chaos, and all police and anti-terrorism forces are dispatched to arrest six terrorists from China who are trying to bomb Kennedy Airport.

The Counter-terrorism forces dispatched four helicopters, and some senior executives already knew that the terrorists were hijacking a senior CIA agent, so this matter was very difficult.

...

Lawrence, a core member of the CIA, and deputy director in charge of the Operations Department.

At this time, he was so anxious that he was very anxious. The 30-life agents he sent out, 26 of whom became puppets, one disappeared, and only three snipers did not have any accidents. This was a very shame for his Cia's operations.

He just heard that the other party was very powerful, so he sent so many people to go over, but he ended up like this.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." At this moment, the phone on Lawrence's bedside table rang. This phone was a special phone developed by the CIA Technology Department. It is highly confidential and there is no need to worry about eavesdropping in any way.

As long as it is a call from a relevant important leader in the CIA, a red LED light at the bottom of the phone will flash rapidly, and the LED light will flash rapidly at this time.

"Hello, I'm Lawrence..." Lawrence hurriedly picked up the phone and said politely.

"What kind of disaster did your operation department cause me again? You made all New York citizens unable to sleep well. Thousands of complaints have been answered. You have also been upset by you. Dozens of flights have been turned on by Kennedy Airport.

Delay, thousands of passengers are stranded at the airport. If you don’t settle this matter before dawn, you don’t do it…Dududu…”

The content of the phone was very simple and clear. Lawrence didn't say a word from beginning to end, and the phone hung up. He didn't have to guess to know that it was called by their great director, Mr. Christopher.

He is very capable, but he is a little rabies and likes to bite people randomly. This is the only evaluation Lawrence has always given him.

Lawrence's forehead was sweating coldly. After thinking about it, he had to call his old boss. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand this matter. If he continues to make trouble like this, maybe he, the deputy director, really did it.

No.

"Hello, I'll look for General Blaze, oh... no, I have to talk to him. I have urgent military information to report to Jean. Please wake him up, okay? Tell him I'm from Cia.

Just Lawrence!" Lawrence spoke politely, but his tone was firm.

"Hey..." Blaise's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone soon.

"General, I'm sorry, the few people you want have escaped. Now the whole of New York is in chaos, and all the police are chasing them. If this continues, I really can't stand it anymore. Thousands of citizens' complaints have been called to the headquarters of Cia

Now, look..."

"I asked all the police to withdraw the team, just say that the terrorists have been caught by you. Don't you know the people in the Longhu Hall of Chinatown? They will definitely go to Chinatown and ask your own people to investigate slowly. New York is not you.

My two of them…”

...

Feng Er drove a police car to Manhattan's Chinatown without any danger.

Jixiangruyi brought everyone around and came to a narrow street. Although it was already two or three in the morning, there were still many people eating barbecue here, which looked similar to what they saw in China.

However, although most of the people here are Asians, there are also many foreigners in the middle.

"Damn... Is there a barbecue here too?" Song Xiaotian asked, but what made him feel a little strange was that these people did eat barbecue, but they didn't see the barbecue stall outside.

"Let's go..." Jixiangruyi said in unison, pulling Song Xiaotian and continuing to walk forward.

After walking a few dozen meters away, everyone came to a food stall.

This is a place where casserole porridge is very popular. At this time, there were still hundreds of people eating here. Jixiangruyi didn't say anything, and pulled Song Xiaotian directly to a private room on the second floor.

The few of them were all in suits, with politeness, and looked mysterious, which attracted many people to turn their heads and watch, but everyone ignored the strange gazes of these people.

"Have you been here?" Song Xiaotian couldn't help asking after entering the private room.

"Hehe... we have lived here for several years. Do you think we have been here?" Jixiang said.

“Tu tu tu tu…”

Just then, a waiter knocked in the door and asked fluently in Cantonese: "What do you want to eat?"

He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Zhang Sheng, and he spoke softly and looked very honest.

"Call Uncle Peng here!" Jixiangruyi said, she also spoke Cantonese.

"Uncle Peng has rested. If you have anything to do, come to him tomorrow!" said the waiter.

"Damn... just ask you to go, where can a little waiter come from so much nonsense?" Feng Er glared at the waiter coldly. Although he couldn't speak Cantonese, he could understand a little.

"Oh!" the waiter nodded and turned around and left.

"God, there's a lot of nonsense..." Feng Er held a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, stepped on one foot on the stool, and began to show off again.

"Can you suffocate you to death if you don't show off?" Song Xiaotian said angrily: "We are running away now, so can't you be more low-key?"

"You don't understand this..." Feng Er said proudly: "A good person is bullied and ridden by horses. The more we are in a place that is not familiar with, the more we should be high-profile and not give them some colors.

Look, they don’t know that the pot is made of iron…”

"Bang..." Before Feng Er finished speaking, the door of the private room was kicked open, and dozens of men holding machetes stood at the door.

"Brother Gang, it was him who scolded me!"
Chapter completed!