The United States, which is like a beacon and always exudes the stench of justice, is the 12th hour after the VN15 organization exposed thousands of scandalous photos.

In an office in a certain city, the man sitting behind the desk smiled and handed the tablet to the female subordinate standing across the desk.

"Look, it's just as I expected."

The man behind the desk slowly lit a cigar smuggled from Cuba, and said predictably in the swirling smoke, "Once that Chinese who speaks freely returns to his home, especially to China,

He will immediately become as arrogant as a watchdog.

Look! These photos are revenge, revenge for the fact that he was almost hit and killed by a truck in the United States not long ago.”

"So he knows what's going on behind the scenes..."

"I guess he doesn't know, and there's no need for him to know who's behind it."

The man behind the desk shook the hand holding the cigar, "As long as those photos are released, whoever will be unlucky will definitely be the instigator behind the scenes."

"Isn't he afraid?"

The woman in business attire in front of the table subconsciously asked, "Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the United States?"

"Ha! American revenge?"

The man behind the desk snorted disdainfully, "First of all, he doesn't know who the person who wants to murder him is.

In addition, think about his arrogant look when he was interviewed on our warship. Do you think he would be afraid? Or, do you think he realized who he had offended?

Secondly, he is not an American. He can never come to the United States again. This will have no impact on him at all.

Moreover, the United States we live in is not as powerful as the United States in Hollywood movies, so what is so scary about it?

Finally and most importantly, he has once again become a public figure under the lens of the American media, and now it is our turn to have a headache."

"What gives us a headache?" The woman in professional attire became increasingly puzzled.

"Think about it, if this historian publicly visits the United States now, if he encounters danger in the United States, how much trouble will we have?"

The man behind the desk sighed, "He was injured in the United States. Even if he only injured a finger, it would be a serious public relations crisis for the image of the United States."

"How could we care about such a thing?" The woman in professional attire muttered subconsciously.

"But Americans, Americans who claim to be righteous, don't care, and the Mr. Buckets who are busy canvassing votes in various states care even more."

"Is the symptom of hemorrhoids correct?"

“The symptoms of hemorrhoids are correct!”

"So boss, what do we do?"

"Let's find the Captain America in the photo first. Where is he now?"

"Disappeared"

The woman in professional attire replied, "He disappeared after those photos were exposed, and his son disappeared with him."

"That Congressman with a bright future?"

"right"

The woman in professional attire nodded, "The last place they appeared was a hotel in Da Nang, Yue Nang. After those photos were exposed, the father and son disappeared."

"Being taken away or..."

"Hiding," the woman in professional attire added, "Because we didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, we didn't send extra manpower to keep an eye on it, so... we've lost track of it."

"Their father and son are very smart"

The man behind the desk snorted, "It seems they don't want to be the scapegoat for this. Look at those old photos. The T-Team led by Captain America has caused at least ten more incidents that can be compared with the My Lai Village incident."

After the massacre, he has no chance to make a comeback."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

"certainly"

The man behind the desk grinned with a sinister smile, "Go, let the news out, and expose the true identity of Captain America in the photo."

"Wha...what?" The woman in professional attire looked at her boss in confusion.

"That smart but reckless Huaxia and VN15 exposed thousands of photos this time"

The man behind the desk reminded, "And because of the last car accident, many low-level blacks and Asians have joined VN15.

Now more and more blacks and Asians have joined the ranks of forwarding, and the most important thing is that they are already planning demonstrations, demonstrations in which blacks and Asians stand together."

"so..."

"We must find a scapegoat as soon as possible"

The man behind the desk put his cigar on the ashtray and analyzed with a particularly sober mind, "If the escaped Captain America is not enough, let Lantos do it himself. Don't expect us to wipe their butts.

"

"What identity do we use to break the news?" the woman asked cautiously.

"Let me think..."

The man behind the desk tapped his fingers on the table, and after a moment he asked with a smile, "I remember your investigation results some time ago showed that Mr. Zack Kidd has many illegitimate children?"

“At least 10”

The woman in professional attire replied with a bit of laughter, "It was all the models back then who gave birth to him."

"Let's see if anyone is abroad and just pick one."

The man behind the desk said nonchalantly, "Send an email to CBS through his social software to reveal all the information about Captain America. Remember to include Lantos."

No, no, no, I regretted it, I can’t use this identity, people will guess that we are causing trouble."

"Then let's..."

The man snapped his fingers and said, "Use the wife of that congressman who had a bright future... and once had a bright future, and use her social software to publicly expose the news."

"Wouldn't this get us into trouble?"

"If we don't create some trouble for Lantos that we can't avoid, it will be our trouble to clean up their mess."

The man behind the desk said matter-of-factly, "Let them wipe their butts themselves. I want to enjoy the weekend and leave this to someone I can trust."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Do you still need to pay attention to that Chinese?" the woman in professional attire finally asked.

"Just remember to let me know when someone pays you to kill him," the man behind the desk replied nonchalantly.

"Kill him? Who will kill him?" The woman in professional attire seemed to have unlimited curiosity.

"Captain America, of course it's Captain America. If it were me, I would also find a way to kill that bastard who is hanging around women."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already picked up his golf bag, opened the door and left the office.

At the same time, also around the 12th hour after the news broke, the Xiangjiang Terminal in Hue City, a straight line distance of 80 kilometers northwest of Da Nang, was discovered.

It is already around nine o'clock in the evening here, whether it is the fishermen on the river who are pretending to be fishing, or the staff who are spying on tourists on the riverside, waiting for someone to take pictures of the river and then immediately surround them and force them to charge, or those who are waiting

The boatmen who took unsuspecting tourists aboard and then made a fortune were all off duty.

On the edge of the pier, a man wearing a difficult hat and ordinary clothes pushed an old man in a wheelchair and walked forward in a hurry.

“No need to be in such a hurry”

The wild boar George sitting in a wheelchair whispered, "As long as we get on the boat, we will be safe. As long as we take the fishing boat and rush to the port, I will be sure to contact a cargo ship to take us out of here."

"Where do we go after we leave here?"

Brad, who was pushing the wheelchair, asked nervously and confusedly, "Can we still go back to the United States?"

"Do you want to go back and be the scapegoat?"

George snorted angrily, tremblingly unscrewed the medicine, shook out two pills and threw them into his mouth, "Let's go suck the stick. Our most reliable ally is there. As long as we get there, we..."

"I'm sorry, you can't suck on the stick at the moment."

A hoarse, slow voice sounded behind Brad, and at the same time, Brad also clearly felt that there was a cold barrel pressing against his lower back.

"You...who are you?" Brad asked stammering.

"CIA"

The person behind him slowly waved the ID in his hand in front of Brad's eyes. However, in the dim night, he could not clearly see the contents of the open ID.

"You know why I'm looking for you, so it's best to keep quiet. You're lucky. I'm the only one who can save you."

Before he finished speaking, Brad felt a pair of handcuffs stuck on his wrist. When he reacted, one of his hands was already leaning against the handle of the wheelchair.

"I want to have a phone call with your director, I am..."

"no problem"

Before he finished speaking, the second pair of handcuffs had already been placed on Wild Boar George's wrists and on the armrests of the wheelchair.

"I'm here to catch you, but I'm also here to save you, so you'd better cooperate."

After saying that, this person had already taken away all the communication and electronic equipment from the father and son.

After some inspection, he saw that not only had their mobile phones been turned off, but their phone cards had also been unplugged, so he put them into a backpack with a lead leather jacket to isolate the last possible possibility.

Pushing the muzzle of the pistol against Brad's lower back again, the "CIA" whispered into his ear in a hoarse voice, "Turn around and walk back to the van.

I will follow you not far away, if you make any move, I will have no choice but to give up on you."
To be continued...