Huo Shaoheng suffered some skin trauma on his abdomen in the explosion that night. Although it was not serious, because he planned the assassination of Sean, the skin trauma was not treated in time and worsened.
He has been recuperating in the apartment for the past half month.
As the wound worsened and became infected, he had a high fever for several days, but it was not to the point of unconsciousness.
You definitely can't go to the hospital.
He is well aware that American hospitals are obliged to report gunshot wounds, burns and injuries caused by explosions to the police.
Once he goes to the hospital, his condition will be revealed.
He couldn't let those people know he was hurt.
Besides, it's really not a serious injury.
When they go out to perform missions, they all carry various special anti-inflammatory drugs specially prepared by the Special Operations Department.
A man was recuperating in his apartment, changing his dressing on time, and his wounds healed quickly.
This time I removed the gauze, so there was no need to wrap it up again.
He looked in the mirror and saw a few scars on his strong abdominal muscles. You couldn't tell without looking carefully.
The injury was nothing. He calmly threw the gauze into the stainless steel trash can, opened it with a lighter, burned the gauze, and poured the ashes into the toilet and flushed it away.
After finishing everything, I felt a little tired, so I lay down on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest.
An arm was placed on his forehead to cover his eyes. The sunlight coming in from the window was a bit dazzling.
He knew very well that for him and his comrades, if the mission failed, there was only one way, which was death, with the body destroyed and not even the ashes found.
His position is even more different. This is an industry where only success is allowed and failure is not allowed.
This time he was betrayed and fell into someone else's trap. It was his negligence.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, turned light into darkness, escaped the opponent's pursuit along the way, and turned an army around to gain a strong helping hand for himself.
Half a month has passed since he removed Sean.
Huo Shaoheng did not go out again, but waited patiently to recuperate in his high-end apartment in New Jersey.
Counting the time, it has been almost half a month since James took the position of Director of the CIA's Asia Intelligence Division.
If he guessed correctly, James should have tried to contact him.
Huo Shaoheng tidied himself up, put on a black Ralph-Lauren Polo, khaki casual pants, big sunglasses, took a tennis bag with him, and drove a rented Mercedes-Benz SUV to Long Island, New York.
The place he agreed to contact James was at Tan Guiren's villa on Long Island, New York. He told Mr. Gu and also explained this to Tan Guiren.
Of course, he deliberately gave Tan Guiren this news, and intentionally did not leave any contact information for Tan Guiren.
In this way, when James contacted Tan Guiren to find him, Tan Guiren would definitely try to get the letter to him. But without his contact information, she would have to ask her parents in China for the letter.
Huo Shaoheng wanted to use this method to stimulate the traitor in the country who betrayed him, because he judged that this traitor must be related to the people who instigated the Tan family.
If it hadn't been for this man, the Tan family would not have been so obsessed with asking the top military officials to ask Huo Shaoheng to personally come to New York to save people.
As long as the person behind the Tan family comes to light, the traitor's whereabouts will not be far away.
I waited for half a month just to give this matter time to ferment in the country.
But if he doesn't show up all the time, the other party will be anxious. Only when he is anxious will he make mistakes and expose himself.
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It was very hot in New York in mid-August, and the incandescent sunshine made people dizzy.
Driving from the seaside road in Changdao, Huo Shaoheng looked around at the situation warily.
There is a device in the car to detect radio monitoring equipment, but after driving all the way there, there was no response at all.
He remembered that the last time he came here, there were many CIA agents here who were monitoring the Tan family overtly and covertly.
Parking the car near the tennis court in the villa area, Huo Shaoheng went to play a few games of indoor tennis. After observing the surroundings, he came to the door of Tan Gui's villa and rang the doorbell.
A middle-aged woman who looked like a maid in her forties came over and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Miss, just tell me that Mr. Gu is here to visit." Huo Shaoheng smiled slightly, turned the tennis racket in his hand and tapped it twice on the palm of his hand.
When Tan Guiren heard that "Mr. Gu" was coming, his heart moved, he quickly put on his shoes, got up and ran out.
Seeing Huo Shaoheng's tall figure standing in front of the iron gate, Tan Guiren suddenly felt a little wet in his eyes.
This half month has made Tan Guiren anxious to death.
She contacted her parents in China and asked them to help find Huo Shaoheng's contact information.
In the end, she did find Huo Shaoheng's phone number and email address, but no matter whether she called or sent emails, nothing happened.
She almost avoided her on purpose from now on.
Unexpectedly, he finally showed up.
Tan Guiren walked over quickly, opened the iron door, and said softly: "Are you here?"
A faint smile appeared on Huo Shaoheng's calm and steady face, "Miss Tan, excuse me."
"You're welcome." Tan Guiren said hurriedly, "Come in quickly, I've been looking for you. But you haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know your contact information, so I am anxious. Fortunately, you are here again."
Huo Shaoheng smiled and said hello to Tan Guiren at the door, and then said: "I came to play tennis with my friends and stopped by to see you. How about it? Is it safe to live here? Why haven't you returned to China?" Then he asked her: "What are you looking for for me? thing?"
The relaxed attitude made Tan Guiren's uneasy heart finally settle down.
She looked around, then approached Huo Shaoheng and whispered, "Someone sent a letter to 'Mr. Gu'."
Huo Shaoheng understood that it should be James who sent it. He nodded, "Can you trouble Miss Tan to show it to me?"
"Come in, are you in a hurry?" Tan Guiren's face was slightly red, and there were a few beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
There was a touching delicacy on the porcelain white face, but unfortunately the man opposite seemed to be confused about amorous feelings.
Huo Shaoheng looked at the trees beside the road with his hands behind his back, "...my friend is still waiting for me."
"Okay then." Tan Guiren was slightly disappointed, "I'll get you a letter."
Putting the letter in Huo Shaoheng's hand, Tan Guiren, who had never been very talkative, suddenly said: "...are you performing any special mission?"
Huo Shaoheng: "..."
He raised his eyes and looked at Guiren Tan, and said calmly: "Well, don't tell others."
Huo Shaoheng, who has received professional training, knows that when you tell someone a "secret" and then ask that person not to tell others, it is the best way to spread the "secret".
What is the secret
What is unsaid is the secret.
Whatever is said is not a secret, even if it is said to a tree hole.
How do you know there is no pair of ears over there in the tree hole
However, Tan Guiren felt a sacred feeling of being entrusted to her. She held her hands in front of her chest and nodded very vigorously, "I will never tell others! I swear on my life!"
Huo Shaoheng: "..."
He lowered his eyes, quickly read James' letter, and smiled slightly.
This is probably the "certificate of submission" given to him by James...
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This is the second update.
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