Jiang Chen followed Lawrence and others through the special passage and left the airport.
It can be seen that the United States really takes his safety at heart, and there is no news about his visit to Los Angeles. Otherwise, if nothing else, the airport entrance would definitely be blocked by a large group of high-tech enthusiasts and probing reporters.
The Phantom helmet has been integrated into American life, and its influence has already surpassed Google, Microsoft, and Apple. Although the White House is worried about young people's dependence on Futureman Group's products, some things cannot be solved with headaches.
Especially a country where the president is elected by voting.
No matter how much money the consortium spends on publicity, it is the votes that ultimately determine the outcome of the election.
Due to various reasons, Jiang Chen did not sit in the same car as Mr. Pritzker, but sat next to Lawrence. From what he said, the former FI agent seemed to be doing well and had climbed to the position of Special Agent in Charge (SAC).
Although the situation when the two met for the first time was not friendly, they surprisingly had a good conversation. Lawrence repeatedly stressed several safety issues to Jiang Chen, such as not to leave the car too far when going out, not to panic in case of emergency, and there was a whole platoon of seals on the periphery to ensure his safety. Don't let that little secret agent draw a gun unless you have to...
"How's my old friend Roberts doing?"
"From an arms dealer to a great director, the essence of a bastard will not change."
Jiang Chen smiled and said nothing.
But to be honest, he still prefers to get along with such careless people than those politicians who are good at Tai Chi. Although the words are a bit vulgar, at least they are not annoying.
When the convoy drove to the Golden Gate Bridge, it encountered a traffic jam.
There seemed to be people marching in front, holding green signs and shouting slogans that sounded like birdsong.
Jiang Chen only vaguely heard a guy using a loudspeaker and shouting in English that smelled like cumin.
"Refuse to work, we are not here to work, we are Hillary's guests!"
"More vines and camels in the zoo! Not pandas or alpacas!"
“Pork is not allowed to be sold in supermarkets!”
"Not even beef!" There seemed to be an Indian wearing a turban mixed in, but no one noticed.
"What kind of imbecile can run this city? Protest the mayor of Los Angeles! The mayor of Los Angeles must resign!"
“…”
Perhaps because they were used to this kind of situation, people passing by calmly watched them holding signs and shouting slogans. Except for the media reporters who wanted to make big news, there were only a few people carrying travel bags and enthusiastically holding up their mobile phones to take pictures.
"Who are they?" Jiang Chen asked teasingly.
"The 'guests' invited by the old woman with irregular menstruation, there are also a few who follow suit and make trouble. Ignore them, let's change lanes." Lawrence cursed, closed the car window, and turned the steering wheel.
According to traffic rules, this kind of temporary lane change is not allowed, but FI cars are a little different from ordinary American cars. Privileges exist in any country, especially for special dignitaries.
"Speaking of which, what does the mayor of Los Angeles have to do with supermarkets?" Jiang Chen said with a gloating smile.
There are not so many troubles in the new country. Since the spread of police drones from Penglai City to Koro Island and other places, almost all villains have lost their jobs. Even those transnational criminal gangs have died down a lot.
As for those who cause trouble during the parade
Deport them all and go back wherever they came from!
"It has nothing to do with it, but some people live like dogs. They don't contribute to the collective, steal your things, lie on you like maggots, and act like they are a vulnerable group. It's missing from the lunch box. If you are a piece of meat, you will shamelessly pose as a master and shout that you must change. Whenever you are not satisfied, you will act like a gangster and use your shallow IQ and vulgar language to show how shameless you are. You don’t know what to do. Ugly." Lawrence cursed and slapped the horn before stopping at a red light.
"Are you really okay with what you said?" Jiang Chen glanced at him.
"I'm not Hillary, I don't care about those votes." Lawrence snorted, "I really don't understand why I didn't vote for Trump in the first place."
After a long time, as if he felt that he had gone too far, Lawrence added in a gentle tone.
"Okay, I admit that not all refugees are like this... at least some of them still know that what they do is wrong."
"There are a lot of people like this, they can be found everywhere, just get used to them." Jiang Chen said comfortingly.
However, as soon as these words were spoken, an "OOM!" was heard not far away. Screams and screams spread, the burglar alarm rang loudly, and chaos filled the whole street, but the FI detective seemed quite calm.
Seems to be used to it.
Lawrence stepped on the brakes, buried his face in his fingers, took a tired breath, and took the walkie-talkie hanging next to him.
"Carl, Jess, you go over there and check the situation. At least get the situation under control and then hand it over to the Los Angeles police."
"learn."
After hanging up the contact, Lawrence drove the car and continued on the road.
Jiang Chen asked: "What happened over there?"
Lawrence curled his lips and replied: "Someone hid a bomb in his clothes? Maybe it was hidden in a car. Who knows? Anyway, I only know that where there are refugees, there will be terrorist attacks. When we doubt whether it is If it happens, then it will definitely happen, which is very Murphy’s theorem.”
…
The motorcade quickly arrived at the New Zealand Embassy. The New Zealand Ambassador had been waiting for a long time and warmly welcomed Jiang Chen and Mr. Pritzker, the Minister of Commerce from Washington. Here, Jiang Chen also saw the mayor of Los Angeles, the governor of California, and a number of city government officials.
Although the welcoming ceremony could not be called grand, the level of the officials who came to greet him was definitely worthy of national-level treatment.
After dealing with a crowd of eager officials, Jiang Chen was escorted by Sun Yongcheng, the New Zealand Ambassador to Los Angeles, to his residence.
Inside the embassy, Jiang Chen's security was in charge of security from Xinghuan Trading, and outside the embassy, people from FI were in charge. In fact, the United States initially recommended that he stay in a place like the Hilton Hotel, but when he thought about having people from FI watching him while sleeping, Jiang Chen felt uncomfortable all over, so he declined the suggestion and chose a new hotel. country embassy.
Before Jiang Chen entered the room where he was staying, Zhu Yu remembered Aisha's instructions and walked into the room with anti-investigation equipment. He did a comprehensive inspection to ensure that there were no bugs or pinhole cameras or other equipment inside. .
Putting the suit on the hanger, Jiang Chen lay on the big bed and rested for a while, then got up and went out, where he found Xia Shiyu who was packing her luggage in the room.
Seeing her busy look, Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh.
"It will be fine if the embassy staff can help sort these things out."
"I'm still used to packing my own luggage by myself. By the way, there's a party tonight, why don't you take a rest first? After all, I just took a thirteen-hour flight." Xia Shiyu gently lifted her hair up Behind his ears, he folded the formal clothes and put them in the closet.
"Aren't you going to participate?" Jiang Chen asked with some regret.
"I won't participate. I'm not very good at that kind of occasion. And I still have some preparations to do for the Silicon Valley SITE." Xia Shiyu pushed up her glasses and said.
"Thanks a lot."
"Where." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Xia Shiyu's mouth.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jiang Chen always felt that Xia Shiyu was more smiling than before, and her cold attitude had softened a lot.
Could it be because of that night...
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen felt that his face was a little hot, and he coughed quickly to drive away the twisted thoughts from his mind.
However, Jiang Chen was a little puzzled. In the car that night, the two of them had obviously reached that point. However, after that, Xia Shiyu acted as if nothing had happened, as if she had completely forgotten about it and never mentioned it. Son.
Is it really because he was drunk? (.)