"This is not the place to talk.
I will explain to Mr.
Xie in detail when I get to my residence."
The middle-aged man said politely.
Xie Wendong shrugged, noncommittal, and said leisurely: "Mr.
Chris, please lead the way."
The four of them came out of the alley, and Chris stopped a taxi and asked the driver to drive north.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an ordinary small hotel.
After getting out of the car, Xie Wendong looked around.
Although this place was not considered closed, it was far away from the bustling city.
He asked, "You live here." here" Chris laughed and asked, "Where does Mr.
Xie think I should live?"
Xie Wendong said calmly: "Consulate."
Chris shook his head and said, "That's too eye-catching."
As he said that, he took the lead and walked into the hotel.
The hotel is not big, and it looks ordinary both from the outside and inside.
The boss sitting at the door is a middle-aged man in his forties.
He is dry and thin, with thick black-rimmed eyes, sparse hair, and a sallow complexion.
He looks sickly.
After Chris and the girl Yashi came closer, the sick middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he was about to stand up.
Then, he saw Xie Wendong and Jiang Sen again.
He immediately sat down again and flipped through the magazine casually, but his eyes were full of wariness.
But he never left the two of them.
Jiang Sen's heart moved.
He blocked the sick middle-aged man's sight with his body and whispered: "Brother Dong, this hotel owner seems to be on the same side as Chris."
The vigilant expression of the sickly middle-aged man could not be hidden from Xie Wendong.
He narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly, and said: "I know, don't worry about him."
Through the conversation with Chris, it is not difficult to see that he came to China to perform an important and secret mission.
His whereabouts must be concealed, and the place where he lives must not be careless.
Coupled with the abnormal behavior of this sick middle-aged man, it is very likely that he is a U.S. security agent.
Cha is a spy in China, and judging from the age of the hotel, he is also a spy agent who has been lurking for a long time.
The United States is rich, and China has always had no shortage of people who would sell out their ancestors for money.
Therefore, there are many people who appear to be Chinese, but are actually secretly selling intelligence to the United States and promoting anti-China rhetoric.
Chris didn't notice the whispers between Xie Wendong and Jiang Sen.
When he walked to the stairs, he stood still and said with a smile: "Mr.
Xie, I live on the second floor."
Xie Wendong smiled without saying a word and waved his hand, indicating that he would lead the way.
What Chris was afraid of was that Xie Wendong would become defensive.
Seeing that his expression was not strange, he stopped being polite and went upstairs boldly.
In the corridor on the second floor, Chris opened the door of a room at the back.
As soon as Xie Wendong and Jiang Sen walked in, several figures suddenly appeared from the left and right, and four black gun muzzles were pressed against their heads.
Xie Wendong looked at the four big men on the left and right with a calm face.
They were all foreigners, with profound facial features but no distinctive features.
In his eyes, the foreigners all looked similar, but the four cold pistols made him very uncomfortable.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at Chris, and asked, "Mr.
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Chris, what do you mean?"
Chris laughed and said, "Mr.
Xie should understand that you have to be careful in our business."
As he said that, he nodded to the four of them.
Two of the big men put away their guns, came to Xie Wendong and Jiang Sen respectively, and reached out to touch their waists.
Without saying anything, anyone can tell that the other party wants to search you.
Xie Wendong didn't react, but Jiang Sen couldn't help it.
The latter shook his head and knocked away the muzzle of the gun that was pressed against his temple.
Then he quickly lowered his body and pressed his elbow hard against the belly of the big man with the gun.
His elbow was so strong that it could break even a piece of wood, let alone a human being.
There was a bang, and the big man holding the gun groaned and bent down, staggered twice, fell to the ground, rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.
He was knocked into a "stomach coma" by Jiang Sen's elbow.
The big man who was about to be searched was shocked, and he quickly took out the gun he had just picked up, and hit Jiang Sen's head.
Before he could say anything, Jiang Sen made a move like lightning, grabbed the opponent's gun-holding wrist, and raised it sharply.
He got up, and then banged his head forward with all his strength.
Dong Jiangsen was short, and when his head hit forward, his body jumped upwards.
Even so, his Tianling Gai still only hit the bridge of the opponent's nose, but it was enough for the big man to suffer.
The big man's nose and mouth were bleeding, and he almost shed tears from the pain.
He staggered back and forth, and Jiang Sen took away his pistol.
Jiang Sen took the big man's gun, weighed it in his hand, and sneered.
Chris, who had been holding the muzzle of the gun in the room, said with a cold face: "Boy, if you want to fight, I will fight until the end."
Chris was shocked, looked at Jiang Sen, and then at Xie Wendong, who looked calm, and asked in shock and coldness: "Mr.
Xie, what do you mean?"
Xie Wendong smiled and flicked the muzzle of the gun next to his ear with his finger, and asked: "I would like to ask you, what do you mean?
Is this the courtesy you Americans treat your saviors?"
Chris blushed and hurriedly explained: "I have no choice but to act according to the rules."
"Fuck the rules."
Xie Wendong stretched out his arms and pushed the two big men aside.
Under the surprised gaze of the other party, he walked into the room as if no one else was around, sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed out leisurely.
Qingwu said with a smile: "Don't talk to me about your bullshit rules.
This is China, and I should be the one to tell you the rules."
Before Chris could speak, Yashi said angrily: "Tell your men to put down their guns, or we will be rude to you Ying."
Although she couldn't understand what Xie Wendong was talking about, she could tell something from his expression, especially the light that despised everything in his eyes, which deeply affected her self-esteem and made her words sharper. .
Xie Wendong didn't answer, didn't even look at her, just smiled and played with the lighter in his hand.
His indifferent attitude made Ya Shi even more annoyed.
Her already arrogant personality was suddenly ignited by Xie Wendong, and she said angrily: "You are Ying" Chris waved his hand to stop Yashi.
Although he was the person in charge of this operation, he showed great respect for her.
He secretly winked and signaled Yashi to be patient, then he laughed again and said: "Mr.
Several big men nodded.
Seeing this, those few people slowly put down their guns hesitantly.
The big man whose gun was taken away by Jiang Sen lifted up his unconscious companion who fell to the ground and placed him on the bed in the back room.
Seeing that the other party was like this, Xie Wendong also raised his head to Jiang Sen.
The latter understood, looked at the other party, snorted, flicked his wrist, and threw the gun aside.
Both sides put down their guns, and Chris secretly let out a long sigh.
Although he is from the FBI, Xie Wendong is a well-known figure in the Chinese underworld.
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In China, he cannot be offended or touched.
He said calmly: "Mr.
Xie, please wait a moment.
I'll go see the injured colleague first."
As he spoke, he walked to the back room and closed the door behind him.
The big man who was knocked unconscious by Jiang Sen was not seriously injured at all.
He was just in a brief gastric coma.
He said he was checking the injuries of his companions, but in fact he was calling the headquarters of the FBI in the United States.
About five minutes later, he walked out of the room with a more enthusiastic attitude.
He sat next to Xie Wendong with a smile and said, "Have Mr.
Xie thought about cooperating with us?"
Xie Wendong said: "As I said just now, I want to know the whole story before making a decision."
The middle-aged man lowered his head and thought silently.
After sinking for a long time, he raised his head and said, "The person we want to arrest is Tony Victor."
Xie Wendong looked up.
The name Tony Victor sounds familiar.
Jiang Sen was beside him, leaning down and whispering: "Brother Dong, Tony Victor is the big drug lord in the southern United States."
Oh, it turned out to be him.
Xie Wendong didn't know this person, but he had talked about him before when he heard the old ghost talk about the world's drugs.
Tony Victor is in the southern part of the United States and has close contacts with drug dealers in Colombia.
In a sense, Colombia is a competitor of the Golden Triangle, so the old ghost is relatively familiar with its situation.
Xie Wendong asked: "He came to China" "Yes."
Chris said, "I arrived in China a week ago."
Xie Wendong asked again: "He is in city T now" Chris smiled bitterly: "Basically the information we got is this."
Xie Wendong smiled bitterly.
He didn't even know that such a big shot had come to his land.
It seemed that Beihongmen's intelligence system had problems and needed to be adjusted.
He thought so in his heart, but didn't show it at all on his face.
He asked with a smile: "Mr.
Chris said there is something important on him, I don't know what it is."
"It's about military technology."
Chris said it lightly, and then immediately added: "He is now hiding in City T.
I hope Xie Wendong can help us catch him."
Xie Wendong rubbed his chin and did not express his position immediately.
The FBI wanted to arrest Tony Victor, which had nothing to do with him.
Whether he was caught or not had no impact on him.
However, the military technology Chris mentioned aroused Xie Wendong's interest.
He said it casually, but Xie Wendong understood that in terms of military, the United States is the most advanced country in the world.
Their technology is of course second to none, and it allows the FBI to pursue them all the way to China.
You can imagine how much the U.S. government attaches importance to it. , if this is put up for sale, the price will definitely not be cheap.
After thinking about it, he laughed and said, "Why didn't Mr.
Chris arrest him in the United States?
Instead, he had to wait until he arrived in China before arresting him.
It's really troublesome."
It's not that he didn't catch it.
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It's because Tony Victor was too cunning.
It's a matter of face, and Chris certainly wouldn't say that.
He smiled bitterly: "When we decided to arrest Tony Victor, he got the information in advance and fled to China first."
Xie Wendong smiled and said: "Even so, your country can notify the Chinese government to assist in the arrest, and there is no need for secret operations."
Notifying the Chinese government, Chris couldn't help but smile.
If the Chinese government catches Tony, the thing they are most concerned about will undoubtedly fall into the hands of the Chinese.
This is what they and the higher-ups least want to see.
The most unacceptable result.
Because of this, the FBI was secretly mobilized to solve this matter.
Moreover, Chris also received an order from above before coming to China.
It doesn't matter whether Tony Victor takes it back to the United States, but whatever falls into his hands must be taken back intact.
He couldn't answer Xie Wendong's question, so he reluctantly said: "This is the decision of the people above.
As for why, I don't know.
My task is to execute it."
In fact, even if he didn't say it, Xie Wendong would have guessed it almost exactly.
His mind was spinning rapidly.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Chris.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared
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