farmer agent

Chapter 324 The Imperial Guard of the United States

As soon as Song Xiaotian's words fell, there was a scene that made him click his tongue. The policeman obediently handed Feng Er a bunch of keys, looking quite respectful.

"Nimma...is this okay?" Song Xiaotian's eyes widened, and at this moment he had a new understanding of the concept of strength.

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

"Bastard, cia, you are all bastards..." After walking a long distance, they faintly heard the policeman standing at the door of the office and yelling.

All the people who got into the police car showed smug smiles and walked away.

Feng Er turned on the police lights of that Jeep Cherokee, flaunting his might, went straight out of the airport, and encountered several checkpoints along the way, but all of them were set up by the airport and local police. With the cooperation of Feng Er and Ye Zi, everything was unimpeded. Not to mention, for cia, those grassroots policemen all have a deep sense of fear.

"Why did those policemen panic when they saw cia?" Zhang Sheng asked curiously.

"Do you know Jinyiwei?" Feng Er said with a smug smile: "We are now the Jinyiwei of the United States, damn, who dares to stop us, haha..."

"Don't get too excited, drive quickly, leave the airport and find a remote place to drive, we have to replace this police car!" Ye Zi said in a deep voice.

"What's the hurry, didn't you see that the policemen along the road didn't even dare to fart when they saw our equipment and IDs. Who would dare to stop us? They don't want their black hats anymore?" Feng Er continued to flinch.

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

As soon as Feng Er's voice fell, several police cars chased after him.

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

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

"Is it possible that no one will find out about those agents who were tapped by us?" Ji Xiangruyi said nervously.

"Very likely..." Ye Zi nodded: "Hurry up, go to a place with a lot of people!"

"Hey... Just now I was told to go to a place with few people, and now I am told to go to a place with a lot of people!" Feng Er shook his head, but still turned the steering wheel suddenly from a junction in front, facing a road Drive on the wide avenue.

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

The four police cars in the back really came to chase them. Ji Xiangruyi guessed right, it was indeed an airport policeman who found something was wrong in the office, kicked open the door and went in, and all the agents inside were turned into puppets, unable to speak. Unable to move, he thought he was possessed by an evil spirit, so he hurried to report to the airport management.

The sheriff at the airport knew that these cia agents were supposed to be interrogating some Chinese terrorists, and now that something like this happened, those Chinese must have done it, so he hurriedly reported it to his superiors.

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

The anti-terrorist force dispatched four helicopters, and some high-level officials already knew that terrorists hijacked a senior cia agent, so this matter was very difficult.

……

Lawrence, a core member of the CIA, is the deputy director in charge of operations.

At this time, he was in a state of anxiety. Of the 30 agents he sent out, 26 were bewitched and turned into puppets, one was missing, and only three snipers were safe. This was a great shame for his cia operations department. He just heard that the opponent was very powerful, so he sent so many people there, but it still ended up like this.

"Ding ding ding..." At this moment, the phone on Lawrence's bedside table rang. This phone is 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 at this time the LED light will be flashing rapidly.

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

"Your operations department has caused me a big disaster again. The entire New Yorker has been disturbed by you, and they can't sleep well. Thousands of complaint calls have been answered. You have also turned upside down JFK airport. Dozens of flights Delays, thousands of passengers stranded at the airport, if you don't settle this matter before dawn, you don't want to do it... beep beep..."

The content of the phone call was very simple and clear. Lawrence hung up the phone without saying a word from the beginning to the end. He didn't need to guess to know that it was their great chief, Mr. Christopher.

He is very capable, but he is a bit rabid and likes to bite people.This is the only evaluation Lawrence has given him all the time.

Lawrence's forehead was covered with cold sweat. After much deliberation, he had no choice but to call his old boss. Otherwise, he would not be able to handle this matter. It can't be done.

"Hello, I'm looking for General Blaze, oh... no, I have to talk to him, I have an urgent military report to Jean, please help me wake him up, okay, tell him I'm from cia Lawrence is fine!" Lawrence spoke very politely, but his tone was also very firm.

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

"General, I'm sorry, the few people you wanted escaped, and now the whole New York is in chaos, and all the police are chasing them. I really can't bear it if this goes on. Thousands of complaints from citizens have already been called to the cia headquarters. Yes, look..."

"Tell all the police to withdraw and say that the terrorists have been caught by you. Aren't you familiar with the people in Chinatown Longhutang? They will definitely go to Chinatown and let your own people investigate slowly. New York is not you The two of us..."

……

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

Jixiang Ruyi led the crowd around seven times and eight times, and came to a narrow street. Although it was two or three o'clock in the morning, there were still many people eating barbecue here, which was similar to what I saw in China. However, although most of them are Asians, there are also many foreigners among them.

"Nimma... there is also barbecue here?" 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 stand outside.

"Let's go..." Jixiang Ruyi said in unison, pulling Song Xiaotian forward.

After walking for tens of meters, everyone came to a food stall.

This is a place that sells casserole porridge, and the business is very hot. At this time, there are still hundreds of people eating here. Jixiang Ruyi didn't say anything, and dragged Song Xiaotian directly to a private room on the second floor.

Several people were all dressed in suits, polite and mysterious, which attracted many people to turn their heads to watch, but they didn't pay attention to the strange eyes of these people.

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

"Hehe...we've lived here for several years, do you think we've been here before?" Jixiang said.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

At this moment, a waiter knocked on the door and came in, asking in fluent Cantonese, "What do you want to eat?"

He is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Zhang Sheng, who speaks softly and looks very honest.

"Call Uncle Peng over here!" said Jixiang Ruyi, who also spoke Cantonese.

"Uncle Peng has already rested. If you need anything, come see him tomorrow!" the waiter said.

"Fuck...you can go if you are told, how can a little waiter talk so much nonsense?" Feng Er gave the waiter a cold look. Although he couldn't speak Cantonese, he could understand a little.

"Oh!" The waiter nodded, turned and left.

"Damn, there's a lot of nonsense..." Feng Er had a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, stepped on the stool with one foot, and began to act aggressively again.

"You can suffocate you if you don't pretend?" Song Xiaotian said angrily, "We are fleeing disaster now, can't you keep a low profile?"

"You don't understand..." Feng Er said triumphantly: "People are good at being bullied and horses are good at being ridden by others. The more we are in unfamiliar places, the more high-profile we have to be, and we don't give them any color. Look, they don't know that the pot is made of iron..."

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

"Brother Gang, he is the one who scolded me!"

The waiter pointed to Feng Er, and said to the leading man who was 1.9 meters tall. His voice was still so soft, and he looked very honest.