Bang!

As the door ran into, Asasterman smiled and swung the red wine in the glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, wiped the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "Idiot."

Put down the cup, grabbed the suit with the back of the chair and walked out the door. A group of agents in the room followed behind and drove to the port by waiting cars on the side of the road.

In the street view flying outside the window, Asasterman pressed his headset and asked in a low voice: "Is the vehicle staring at it?"

"The other party has already entered the dock."

After hanging up the communication, Asasterman took the communicator to pass the vehicle behind: "Let the Cia who are squatting at the port and the Free Watchers disguised themselves on the ship! Keep a close eye on the Asian man who got out of the car."

Woo~~Woo~~

In the direction of driving, a freighter about to head to Honiara, Solomon Islands sounded a loud whistle from leaving the port. The areas for tourism and trade are separated, and the tourist distribution centers are mostly foreign tourists. When hearing the whistle from leaving the port, some of them looked around and stared at an old car with a dilapidated front that was driving from a distance in the parking lot.

"Note, that person is here."

However, when the car door opened, a white-haired Mexican old man came out. A group of cias staring at each other were stunned. The next second, someone pushed away two figures blocking the road in front of him and rushed over to the side. The old man locked the car door. Before he could walk a few steps, the person who rushed over pushed the car door and pressed it tightly on it.

"What are you...what are you going to do?"

Looking around, there were more than a dozen people in different clothes coming towards this side. The old man panicked and pinched the buttons of his clothes, "I...I don't have money..."

"So where did the Asians driving this car go?"

As if he was seen through, the old man stammered and pointed to the direction outside the port, "The Asian man gave me some money and gave me the car... The premise is that he had to go around the port and then leave. I don't know where he would go."

The face of the cia who was asking about it changed, then let go of the old man, pressed the headset and shouted: "We were fooled, that Asian man would not go here at all."

As we drove to the long street here, the convoy stopped squeaking, Asatman's face changed wildly, and he was so gloomy.

‘He predicted my prediction?’

Then, everyone was asked to drive and turn to the airport. At the same time, Nathan was summoned to the NSA. At this time, the other party asked the airport staff to check the list of boarding personnel, and Nathan took several people to check the cargo warehouse waiting to take off.

After finding nothing, he came out with regret, "Did you really go to the port?" Immediately, he called the team members to run out of the airport. As soon as he left the hall, he received a message from the port, and he stayed in place in confusion.

"Not there either? I checked everything here and found nothing suspicious."

Nathan returned to the car and took out notes to draw the port and airport, drew several lines that were intertwined back and forth, analyzing the other party's possible route.

"I used the old man to lure Asatman and the others, causing them to have wrong signals. I don't have any suspicious traces. The other party has no identity information and it is impossible to board the plane normally. All corners of the cargo warehouse that can hide people and the cargo container have been checked one by one... Could it be that the other party is actually leaving by sea?!"

"What a cunning Chinese!"

Thinking of this possibility, Nathan contacted Asatman again who was rushing here.

"We may be plotted, and the other party uses the old Mexican man to lead you out of the port. He is going to take a boat to the Solomon Islands!"

After expressing his guess, Nathan was even more sure that this time it was correct. He smashed the instrument panel hard and told the driving to drive away, the window suddenly sounded a "bang bang". A young Mexican man stood outside with a smile. When Nathan lowered the window in confusion, the other party took out a note from his pocket.

"A Asian man gave it to you."

"What?!" Nathan hurriedly snatched it from him and spread it in his sight, and saw that there was only one word written on it - idiot (Idiot)

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Nathan tore the note to pieces, opened the car door, and his eyes were red and grabbed the collar of the Mexican youth: "Where is he?! Where is the person who gave you the note?!"

"I have no idea......"

The Mexican youth was startled by his actions and his expression. Seeing that there were many people in black suits coming down from the vehicles around him, he quickly raised his hands on his head and shook his head repeatedly: "He gave me some money to let me see if some people are running back and forth here, give him the note and the other party will give me a second reward..."

Before the last word "......" was finished, he was punched hard on his face and fell to the ground. Nathan spat at him.

"The second reward is given to you, bastard!"

Nathan withdrew his hand and shook it. At this moment, he vented his anger and sat back on the seat, in a state of confusion. His previous expectations became unsure. Whether at the port or at the airport, his group of people were plotted against by the other party.

‘It’s obviously so big, aggressive, and so smart…’

‘Where will that guy leave...and where will he hide and look at our embarrassment?’

He looked out the car window and the roar of the plane sounded, and in his sight, he whizzed from above and rushed to the sky. In the same city, there were also eyes looking at the flight passing by the blue sky. Kema, who was sitting in a car, was raising his face with his backpack on his back, watching the whizzing plane gradually rising up into the clouds in his sight.

"Good luck, sir."

.........

The sun shines on the sea of ​​clouds and turns brilliantly golden. After passing through the huge fuselage of thin clouds and mist, it flew over the turbulent ocean soon after. It gradually descended at the international airport named Honiara. The landing gear was lowered from the runway with the roar of the engine. While slowly stopping, a figure jumped out of the landing gear cabin with two duffel bags and landed steadily on the ground. Taking advantage of the guided car to come over, he quickly went to the hidden corner, and then drove away from the work car behind.

Arriving at the edge of the airport, a ground crew found him, "Hey, who are you!"

The answer to him was that the duffel bag that was slammed on the face of the ground crew and fell into a coma. Wang Ruhu jumped out of the rear of the car, accelerated his pace, jumped over the wire wall, and jumped out to the road outside with agility, patting the dust on his trousers legs, "It's time to find a boat to go to Australia. It's been a while since Harold has gone to China, and see where I'm looking for my hometown."

I looked around, threw two bags against my shoulders, and walked away quickly.
Chapter completed!