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But then he felt that it was impossible for us agents to stare at him. First of all, he was not an agent himself and would not be recorded on the record. Secondly, during his trip to the US, it can be said that no one knew except a limited number of people such as the head of state, so there was no possibility of divulging his whereabouts.
Then the only possibility is that the person in the back car is either Murong Xinyue or Shangguan Gaofei.
The mind read a move, he opened perspective magic.
Followed by a Chevrolet car, only two people in the car, a serious looking white middle-aged man, and a tall black youth.
His eyes went straight through their suits and saw the papers in their pockets.
"It's from IA."
IA is the abbreviation of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America. The Central Intelligence Agency is one of the three major intelligence agencies of the United States of America. Its main task is to collect and analyze information about foreign governments, companies, terrorist organizations, individuals, politics, culture, science and technology, coordinate the activities of other domestic intelligence agencies, and report these information to various departments of the government of the United States of America.
IA has great power. Sometimes, the president of the United States cannot interfere in their actions.
Song Yan takes back his eyes and quietly looks at Murong Xinyue and Shangguan Gaofei.
Murong Xinyue's expression is as usual.
However, Gao Fei's eyes were vaguely glancing over the reflection area, which was a little more anxious and uneasy.
Now, song Yan is almost sure that the two ia agents who follow them are targeting Shangguan Gaofei.
Why does agent ia track Shangguan Gaofei? Is she an agent or an intelligence agent of another country?
Thinking of this, song Yan once again opened the perspective of the supernatural power, to see the high boots of Gaofei.
There is a sharp spike in the left boot and a small pistol in the right boot.
Now, song Yan is absolutely sure that Gao Fei, the senior officer, is not an ordinary person, but mostly an agent or an intelligence agent. She doesn't know which country she serves.
Song Yan came to the U.S. with a special task. Since Gao Fei, the superior officer, was stared at by IA, his best choice was to get away as soon as possible, so as not to save money.
In half an hour.
Shangguan Gaofei drives song Yan and Murong Xinyue to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown and stops.
"Although this restaurant is small in scale, the dishes are very authentic, even in China, they are hard to eat!" Shangguan Gaofei introduces song Yan and Murong Xinyue.
"Is it? Then I will kill you Murong Xinyue waved her fist. She should pay attention to her image on any occasion in China. When she came to the United States, her whole life was relaxed, and she no longer had to wear a mask.
"You're a star, aren't you afraid to eat fat?" Gao Fei joked.
"I'm not afraid. I have a special constitution. I won't get fat no matter how I eat." Murong is pleased with the moon.
Speaking, the three entered the Chinese restaurant.
The two ia agents who followed Gao Fei also stopped nearby and came to the restaurant.
So blatant, it seems that they have mastered the favorable evidence for the superior officer Gao Fei and are ready to arrest him.
Think of here, song Yan looked at the Shangguan Gaofei, sure enough, her expression more restless.
"Old lady, here you are, please come in!"
A middle-aged man in a chef's hat came up with a smile on his face and said politely that his accent had a southern Fujian flavor, which should have come from that side of Fujian.
"Lao Zhou, these two are my friends from home. You must make some good dishes," said Gao Fei
"Sure, sure!" Lao Zhou nodded his head, then smiled at Song Yaner and said, "welcome to Los Angeles. I'm the owner and chef of this store..."
After a simple exchange of greetings, the three people sat down, and Lao Zhou personally mixed tea with the teapot for the three people.
Song Yan is a little strange. Since the food in this restaurant is authentic, why the business is so light? You should know that it's the dining time. There is not a guest in the restaurant except their guest.
"Old Zhou, what's the matter? Why is there no one coming to eat in the shop?" Gao Fei, the superior officer, also found out the problem and asked.
"Ah." Old Zhou said with a sad sigh: "my shop is looked upon by the people of the motorcyclists. They want me to transfer it to them. I don't agree with them. They send people to make trouble every day. They have been tossing and turning for several times in a row. No one dares to come to my shop for dinner. I'm afraid it won't be long before my shop is closed!"
At this point, Lao Zhou's tone was full of frustration and indignation.
The slogan of freedom in the United States is loud and clear. In fact, Chinese people are easily despised and excluded here.
Because the Chinese are notoriously hard-working and low wage earners, many Americans even clamour to get rid of the Chinese, because their jobs are robbed by the Chinese.
In modern times, most Yanhuang people are proud to go abroad or get the green card of the United States. Even many people who get the green card think they will be superior. In fact, in the eyes of most people in the United States, Yanhuang people are low-ranking races.Yanhuang is a backward country. All factories can only produce socks and shirts.
"Pa! Those bastards are disgusting! " Gaofei slapped the table and scolded.
And Murong Xinyue also showed the color of righteous indignation and said: "old Zhou didn't you call the police?"
"Why didn't you report it!" Old Zhou's expression was more helpless, and a little more angry: "those American police are just coming to pass, and before they arrive, the grandchildren slip away. When the police leave, they come again!"
"Isn't the US police the fastest police?" Murong is surprised.
"Xiaoyue'er, you are so naive. The police of the United States are the police of the United States. They are not so interested in our Chinese affairs. If I guess correctly, the people of the speeding party should have some collusion with the police of the United States!"
"No, I've heard that the motorcyclists are colluding with the police!" Old Zhou thought so.
Murong Xinyue was stunned, but did not expect the darkness of the United States.
"What are you going to do in the future?" Murong asked again.
"What else can I do?" said old Zhou hatefully. "I can't wring my arm but sell the shop back. I've been looking for the receiver these days. However, no one dares to take over the scuttlers!"
Just then, the two ia agents walked into the dining room, and old Zhou said sorry to the three and quickly walked up.
While Gaofei, the superior officer, saw the two agents coming to the restaurant with bold faces. His face was a little white, and he was thinking about how to escape. However, people dared to appear in the restaurant, which must have been arranged, and he was waiting to catch them.
Thinking of this, she could not help but feel a decisive color in her eyes. Subconsciously, she had to touch the pistol in her boots.
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But then he felt that it was impossible for us agents to stare at him. First of all, he was not an agent himself and would not be recorded on the record. Secondly, during his trip to the US, it can be said that no one knew except a limited number of people such as the head of state, so there was no possibility of divulging his whereabouts.
Then the only possibility is that the person in the back car is either Murong Xinyue or Shangguan Gaofei.
The mind read a move, he opened perspective magic.
Followed by a Chevrolet car, only two people in the car, a serious looking white middle-aged man, and a tall black youth.
His eyes went straight through their suits and saw the papers in their pockets.
"It's from IA."
IA is the abbreviation of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America. The Central Intelligence Agency is one of the three major intelligence agencies of the United States of America. Its main task is to collect and analyze information about foreign governments, companies, terrorist organizations, individuals, politics, culture, science and technology, coordinate the activities of other domestic intelligence agencies, and report these information to various departments of the government of the United States of America.
IA has great power. Sometimes, the president of the United States cannot interfere in their actions.
Song Yan takes back his eyes and quietly looks at Murong Xinyue and Shangguan Gaofei.
Murong Xinyue's expression is as usual.
However, Gao Fei's eyes were vaguely glancing over the reflection area, which was a little more anxious and uneasy.
Now, song Yan is almost sure that the two ia agents who follow them are targeting Shangguan Gaofei.
Why does agent ia track Shangguan Gaofei? Is she an agent or an intelligence agent of another country?
Thinking of this, song Yan once again opened the perspective of the supernatural power, to see the high boots of Gaofei.
There is a sharp spike in the left boot and a small pistol in the right boot.
Now, song Yan is absolutely sure that Gao Fei, the senior officer, is not an ordinary person, but mostly an agent or an intelligence agent. She doesn't know which country she serves.
Song Yan came to the U.S. with a special task. Since Gao Fei, the superior officer, was stared at by IA, his best choice was to get away as soon as possible, so as not to save money.
In half an hour.
Shangguan Gaofei drives song Yan and Murong Xinyue to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown and stops.
"Although this restaurant is small in scale, the dishes are very authentic, even in China, they are hard to eat!" Shangguan Gaofei introduces song Yan and Murong Xinyue.
"Is it? Then I will kill you Murong Xinyue waved her fist. She should pay attention to her image on any occasion in China. When she came to the United States, her whole life was relaxed, and she no longer had to wear a mask.
"You're a star, aren't you afraid to eat fat?" Gao Fei joked.
"I'm not afraid. I have a special constitution. I won't get fat no matter how I eat." Murong is pleased with the moon.
Speaking, the three entered the Chinese restaurant.
The two ia agents who followed Gao Fei also stopped nearby and came to the restaurant.
So blatant, it seems that they have mastered the favorable evidence for the superior officer Gao Fei and are ready to arrest him.
Think of here, song Yan looked at the Shangguan Gaofei, sure enough, her expression more restless.
"Old lady, here you are, please come in!"
A middle-aged man in a chef's hat came up with a smile on his face and said politely that his accent had a southern Fujian flavor, which should have come from that side of Fujian.
"Lao Zhou, these two are my friends from home. You must make some good dishes," said Gao Fei
"Sure, sure!" Lao Zhou nodded his head, then smiled at Song Yaner and said, "welcome to Los Angeles. I'm the owner and chef of this store..."
After a simple exchange of greetings, the three people sat down, and Lao Zhou personally mixed tea with the teapot for the three people.
Song Yan is a little strange. Since the food in this restaurant is authentic, why the business is so light? You should know that it's the dining time. There is not a guest in the restaurant except their guest.
"Old Zhou, what's the matter? Why is there no one coming to eat in the shop?" Gao Fei, the superior officer, also found out the problem and asked.
"Ah." Old Zhou said with a sad sigh: "my shop is looked upon by the people of the motorcyclists. They want me to transfer it to them. I don't agree with them. They send people to make trouble every day. They have been tossing and turning for several times in a row. No one dares to come to my shop for dinner. I'm afraid it won't be long before my shop is closed!"
At this point, Lao Zhou's tone was full of frustration and indignation.
The slogan of freedom in the United States is loud and clear. In fact, Chinese people are easily despised and excluded here.
Because the Chinese are notoriously hard-working and low wage earners, many Americans even clamour to get rid of the Chinese, because their jobs are robbed by the Chinese.
In modern times, most Yanhuang people are proud to go abroad or get the green card of the United States. Even many people who get the green card think they will be superior. In fact, in the eyes of most people in the United States, Yanhuang people are low-ranking races.Yanhuang is a backward country. All factories can only produce socks and shirts.
"Pa! Those bastards are disgusting! " Gaofei slapped the table and scolded.
And Murong Xinyue also showed the color of righteous indignation and said: "old Zhou didn't you call the police?"
"Why didn't you report it!" Old Zhou's expression was more helpless, and a little more angry: "those American police are just coming to pass, and before they arrive, the grandchildren slip away. When the police leave, they come again!"
"Isn't the US police the fastest police?" Murong is surprised.
"Xiaoyue'er, you are so naive. The police of the United States are the police of the United States. They are not so interested in our Chinese affairs. If I guess correctly, the people of the speeding party should have some collusion with the police of the United States!"
"No, I've heard that the motorcyclists are colluding with the police!" Old Zhou thought so.
Murong Xinyue was stunned, but did not expect the darkness of the United States.
"What are you going to do in the future?" Murong asked again.
"What else can I do?" said old Zhou hatefully. "I can't wring my arm but sell the shop back. I've been looking for the receiver these days. However, no one dares to take over the scuttlers!"
Just then, the two ia agents walked into the dining room, and old Zhou said sorry to the three and quickly walked up.
While Gaofei, the superior officer, saw the two agents coming to the restaurant with bold faces. His face was a little white, and he was thinking about how to escape. However, people dared to appear in the restaurant, which must have been arranged, and he was waiting to catch them.
Thinking of this, she could not help but feel a decisive color in her eyes. Subconsciously, she had to touch the pistol in her boots.
But then he felt that it was impossible for us agents to stare at him. First of all, he was not an agent himself and would not be recorded on the record. Secondly, during his trip to the US, it can be said that no one knew except a limited number of people such as the head of state, so there was no possibility of divulging his whereabouts. Then the only possibility is that the person in the back car is either Murong Xinyue or Shangguan Gaofei. The mind read a move, he opened perspective magic. Followed by a Chevrolet car, only two people in the car, a serious looking white middle-aged man, and a tall black youth. His eyes went straight through their suits and saw the papers in their pockets. "It's from IA." IA is the abbreviation of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America. The Central Intelligence Agency is one of the three major intelligence agencies of the United States of America. Its main task is to collect and analyze information about foreign governments, companies, terrorist organizations, individuals, politics, culture, science and technology, coordinate the activities of other domestic intelligence agencies, and report these information to various departments of the government of the United States of America. IA has great power. Sometimes, the president of the United States cannot interfere in their actions. Song Yan takes back his eyes and quietly looks at Murong Xinyue and Shangguan Gaofei. Murong Xinyue's expression is as usual. However, Gao Fei's eyes were vaguely glancing over the reflection area, which was a little more anxious and uneasy. Now, song Yan is almost sure that the two ia agents who follow them are targeting Shangguan Gaofei. Why does agent ia track Shangguan Gaofei? Is she an agent or an intelligence agent of another country? Thinking of this, song Yan once again opened the perspective of the supernatural power, to see the high boots of Gaofei. There is a sharp spike in the left boot and a small pistol in the right boot. Now, song Yan is absolutely sure that Gao Fei, the senior officer, is not an ordinary person, but mostly an agent or an intelligence agent. She doesn't know which country she serves. Song Yan came to the U.S. with a special task. Since Gao Fei, the superior officer, was stared at by IA, his best choice was to get away as soon as possible, so as not to save money. In half an hour. Shangguan Gaofei drives song Yan and Murong Xinyue to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown and stops. "Although this restaurant is small in scale, the dishes are very authentic, even in China, they are hard to eat!" Shangguan Gaofei introduces song Yan and Murong Xinyue. "Is it? Then I will kill you Murong Xinyue waved her fist. She should pay attention to her image on any occasion in China. When she came to the United States, her whole life was relaxed, and she no longer had to wear a mask. "You're a star, aren't you afraid to eat fat?" Gao Fei joked. "I'm not afraid. I have a special constitution. I won't get fat no matter how I eat." Murong is pleased with the moon. Speaking, the three entered the Chinese restaurant. The two ia agents who followed Gao Fei also stopped nearby and came to the restaurant. So blatant, it seems that they have mastered the favorable evidence for the superior officer Gao Fei and are ready to arrest him. Think of here, song Yan looked at the Shangguan Gaofei, sure enough, her expression more restless. "Old lady, here you are, please come in!" A middle-aged man in a chef's hat came up with a smile on his face and said politely that his accent had a southern Fujian flavor, which should have come from that side of Fujian. "Lao Zhou, these two are my friends from home. You must make some good dishes," said Gao Fei "Sure, sure!" Lao Zhou nodded his head, then smiled at Song Yaner and said, "welcome to Los Angeles. I'm the owner and chef of this store..." After a simple exchange of greetings, the three people sat down, and Lao Zhou personally mixed tea with the teapot for the three people. Song Yan is a little strange. Since the food in this restaurant is authentic, why the business is so light? You should know that it's the dining time. There is not a guest in the restaurant except their guest. "Old Zhou, what's the matter? Why is there no one coming to eat in the shop?" Gao Fei, the superior officer, also found out the problem and asked. "Ah." Old Zhou said with a sad sigh: "my shop is looked upon by the people of the motorcyclists. They want me to transfer it to them. I don't agree with them. They send people to make trouble every day. They have been tossing and turning for several times in a row. No one dares to come to my shop for dinner. I'm afraid it won't be long before my shop is closed!" At this point, Lao Zhou's tone was full of frustration and indignation. The slogan of freedom in the United States is loud and clear. In fact, Chinese people are easily despised and excluded here. Because the Chinese are notoriously hard-working and low wage earners, many Americans even clamour to get rid of the Chinese, because their jobs are robbed by the Chinese. In modern times, most Yanhuang people are proud to go abroad or get the green card of the United States. Even many people who get the green card think they will be superior. In fact, in the eyes of most people in the United States, Yanhuang people are low-ranking races.Yanhuang is a backward country. All factories can only produce socks and shirts. "Pa! Those bastards are disgusting! " Gaofei slapped the table and scolded. And Murong Xinyue also showed the color of righteous indignation and said: "old Zhou didn't you call the police?" "Why didn't you report it!" Old Zhou's expression was more helpless, and a little more angry: "those American police are just coming to pass, and before they arrive, the grandchildren slip away. When the police leave, they come again!" "Isn't the US police the fastest police?" Murong is surprised. "Xiaoyue'er, you are so naive. The police of the United States are the police of the United States. They are not so interested in our Chinese affairs. If I guess correctly, the people of the speeding party should have some collusion with the police of the United States!" "No, I've heard that the motorcyclists are colluding with the police!" Old Zhou thought so. Murong Xinyue was stunned, but did not expect the darkness of the United States. "What are you going to do in the future?" Murong asked again. "What else can I do?" said old Zhou hatefully. "I can't wring my arm but sell the shop back. I've been looking for the receiver these days. However, no one dares to take over the scuttlers!" Just then, the two ia agents walked into the dining room, and old Zhou said sorry to the three and quickly walked up. While Gaofei, the superior officer, saw the two agents coming to the restaurant with bold faces. His face was a little white, and he was thinking about how to escape. However, people dared to appear in the restaurant, which must have been arranged, and he was waiting to catch them. Thinking of this, she could not help but feel a decisive color in her eyes. Subconsciously, she had to touch the pistol in her boots.
