Super Black Technology

(Today is 5.20. But no one asked, ohh, blue and thin, shiitake.)

Central Florida. Third-tier cities: Orlando.

More than 10 foreign affairs personnel of the Watermelon Alliance drove at the same time to a civilian house in the civilian area.

There is Altaïr's home.

However, what makes these people unintended is ...

They actually emptied.

Altaïr is missing and he is not at home.

The American officer who received this information panicked and immediately called the Orlando City Police Department.

"Call out at the intersections and help me track Altaïr."

"Okay, sir!"

At this moment, Mr. Officer in charge of the Americas is very anxious. He wasn't afraid of Altaïr running away, but he was afraid of being kidnapped by other organizations.

If that happens, things get tricky.

While Mr. Officer was anxiously waiting, more than 10 minutes later, the phone number of the Orlando Police Department came over.

"Sir, we found it! He was not abducted, and we found him at a space gate toll station in the suburbs. According to the information of the toll gate authority, this person purchased a ticket half an hour ago and went to New York.

what? new York?

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, help me thank your director."

"You're welcome, sir! It's our honor to help the Watermelon Alliance!"

After speaking, both parties hung up.

Mr. Officer then called again and called the New York City Police Department, asking them to help find Altaïr's whereabouts.

The New York City Police Department couldn't refute the demands of the Watermelon Alliance.

Because even the governor of New York State is an outside member of the Watermelon Alliance.

Because of this, the New York City Police Department immediately called out city surveillance and began to screen Altaïr's whereabouts.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ...

The New York City Police Department still could not find where Altaïr was. Because New York is too big, it is the economic center of the United States and the world. There are millions of permanent residents.

How easy is it to find Altaïr among millions?

The head of the New York City Police Department was in a hurry.

Fortunately, after another ten minutes, the police station finally saw Altaïr from the monitoring of a traffic light intersection.

He is getting off a taxi!

And that address is: Manhattan Park Avenue.

God, why did he run there?

Is it a coincidence? Or by accident? What exactly does Altaïr want?

Upon receiving a response from the New York Police Department, Mr. Officer froze on the spot.

Nothing else, because in the Park Avenue neighborhood of Manhattan, there are two extremely distinguished characters.

One is: Ms. Chu Yuner, the woman of the Great God.

The other is also: Miss Iker's woman-Miss Alice.

Secretly, Altaïr wouldn't want to go to God Ike!

Is he crazy? No one was introduced, and he couldn't get in those two estates.

In those two mansions, there are elite troops from China and Britain. They have unlimited killing power.

"Call the headquarters right away and ask the headquarters to contact the British Intelligence Agency and the China National Security Bureau and let them be merciful. Altaïr is our watermelon alliance!"

"Yes, sir!"

...

new York. Manhattan Boulevard. Alice Manor.

The British soldiers on duty were suddenly frowning as they saw a sneaky middle-aged man.

This person has been hovering at the intersection opposite, and from time to time turned to look at the manor.

Is it a spy?

"No.7, No.9, you both ask!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Upon hearing the order, the two British soldiers immediately left the post and headed for the opposite junction. They kept their right hands on their waists, their eyes full of vigilance.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a little timid.

At this moment, the man wants to flinch and wants to leave the place quickly.

However, for some reason, the man seemed to think of something suddenly. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the two British soldiers.

Such an abnormal behavior made the two British soldiers nervous.

In the midst, they seemed to feel a powerful threat from this strange middle-aged man.

This feeling is so strong, as if facing a beast.

Who is this person?

At this moment, two British soldiers suddenly pulled out their pistols and aimed at the middle-aged man's head.

"Stop! Stop! Raise your hands, put your hands above your head!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately stopped moving and raised his hands high.

"Don't shoot, I'm an American, please don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Countless people stopped in the streets, and many people exclaimed:

"God, what happened?"

"Is there a bad guy who wants to assassinate Miss Alice? Oh my god, what about our federal prodigy? Is she still at Alice Manor?"

"Who dares not be good for our little Ike is our enemy!"

"Yes! No one is allowed to assassinate our little national treasure!"

"Protect Little Ike! Protect Little Ike!"

An American citizen shouted a slogan and surrounded the middle-aged man.

"Protect Miss Alice! Protect our British roses!"

British tourists also shouted slogans ~ www.readwn.com ~ rushed towards the middle-aged man ...

"boom----"

The British soldiers fired at the sky, and the huge sound of gunfire rang all over the party, making all the onlookers stand still.

If so many people rush to the front of the manor, the situation will become extremely complicated.

If other killers are hidden in these onlookers ...

can not imagine!

Unimaginable!

"Night hawk! Night hawk! The sentry calls night hawk! There is an emergency at the door. May I shoot?"

The captain on duty called out with a military headset.

With the sound of this call, less than a minute later, the two tactical units rushed out of the mansion holding automatic rifles.

Running ahead is Mr. Smith, nickname-Agent Nighthawk!

In the extreme fear of a middle-aged man, the Nighthawk came to him.

"You're Altaïr, aren't you?"

The Nighthawk's voice was cold, trembling cold.

After hearing the question, the middle-aged man nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I'm Altaïr! Sir, I'm not a bad person, I'm really not a bad person! I'm here to ask the **** Aike, please help I am really not a bad person! "

"Altaïr, you should be fortunate: if the call from the Watermelon Alliance comes a half-minute later, they will only collect your body!"

"Sir, I ..."

"Come with me! Mr. Ike knows you are here and tells me to take you in!"

"Yes, yes! Thank you sir, thank you!"

In the eyes of the onlookers, Altaïr followed the Nighthawk into the Alice Manor.

At this moment, no one knew what Altaïr was risking his life to come to God Ike today; no one knew what he wanted to ask God to help him.

love?

money?

Or ... the fruit of life?