At six o'clock in the evening, Stephen walked out of the CIA headquarters, walked into the garage and got into a black car. Just as he was fastening his seat belt and inserting the key into the keyhole, a Jewish man in a windbreaker opened the passenger door and sat beside him.
"Is the matter settled?"
"The CIA will assist you."
The Jewish man's lips curved into a smile.
"Congratulations, Mr. Stephen, you can finally get your revenge."
Stephen snorted and didn't respond, but the smile on his lips was still obvious.
"This is a little bit of our thoughts." As he said that, the Jewish man gently placed a card in the storage compartment behind the gear shifter, looking straight ahead with a smile as if nothing had happened.
"I'm not helping you for money." Stephen frowned slightly.
"But you have no reason to refuse, right?" The man said with a smile, "And your efforts are definitely worthy of this number."
Stephen was silent for a long time and didn't say anything more.
The car drove through the bustling streets of Washington, D.C., and the lights reflected on the car's windshield. This is the center of the prosperous world and the center of world power. The well-dressed people and the unattainable floors are mesmerizing just by looking at them.
Stephen suddenly laughed.
Indeed, as the Jew said, he had no reason to refuse.
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After returning to the New Zealand Embassy, Jiang Chen said goodbye to Lawrence, said good night to Xia Shiyu, who was still at work, and returned to his room.
Zhu Yu followed closely behind.
Xia Shiyu glanced at Jiang Chen's room but said nothing. At her current position, she has reached a level where she has access to some of the secrets of the Future People Group. Regarding the next trip to Nevada without telling FI, Jiang Chen also personally explained to her.
Although she was worried, she wouldn't say anything to stop him. She just asked him to pay attention to his safety and continued to focus on the matter at hand.
Zhu Yu, who was responsible for his safety in the embassy, asked after closing the door behind him.
"Leave now?"
"Yes."
Jiang Chen nodded, unbuttoned, took off his suit and shirt and threw them on the bed. The muscles of his upper body were exposed without hesitation to the eyes of the little girl at the door.
Although the well-defined muscles do not have an explosive visual effect, they are filled with a restrained and tight tension. However, after receiving professional agent training, Zhu Yu's heartbeat only accelerated for two seconds, and there was no blushing and heartbeat that she liked to see.
Jiang Chen took the bulletproof vest from Zhu Yu and put it on. This vest, which is not much thicker than a shirt, is made of graphene material. Although it limits the kinetic energy of bullets, it can effectively intercept all warheads outside the body.
Finally, he put on a windbreaker. Jiang Chen took a Type 11 pistol from Zhu Yu and put it in his pocket. Then he took out a K2 mechanical exoskeleton equipped with an optical stealth module from the wardrobe. Put it on skillfully.
"The car is parked in the underground garage two streets across from the embassy. The coordinates are in your watch... Do you really not need our assistance?" Zhu Yu said hesitantly.
Jiang Chen reached out and clicked on the screen of the arm guard, set various parameters, and replied with a smile: "No, you are too worried."
"Aisha told me not to do dangerous things... If something unexpected happens, please contact me immediately."
"I will... By the way, I need you to do something for me."
"What's the matter?" Zhu Yu looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
"Emma Watson is an artist signed by Future Life. Someone is investigating her recently. I'm very curious who it is."
"It's easy." Zhu Yu said.
"Then leave it to you."
At the end of October, the sea breeze in Los Angeles has brought a slight coolness, but it cannot dissipate the hot mood in the air. Night has fallen long ago, but the whole city is still immersed in the brilliant neon lights and the nightlife rendered by the endless flow of car lights. Everything has just begun.
Jiang Chen activated his optical invisibility and quietly left the embassy through the back door without attracting anyone's attention, then quietly passed by an FI car. He could see the ash falling from the agent's fingertips, but he couldn't see him.
Ten minutes later, in an underground garage two blocks away from the New Zealand Embassy, a black off-road vehicle slowly drove onto the road and merged into the traffic flow of Los Angeles. FI would not know that Jiang Chen, who was supposed to be staying at the New Zealand Embassy at this moment, had already boarded an off-road vehicle heading to Nevada.
It's been a long time since I drove a car, but Jiang Chen didn't feel unfamiliar when he held the steering wheel.
He had taken off the mechanical exoskeleton and placed it in the co-pilot's backpack.
In order to avoid being detained by the traffic police, Jiang Chen did not drive very fast even after driving out of downtown Los Angeles. Now the entire United States thinks that he is staying in the embassy. If he is detained by the traffic police more than ten kilometers away, a lot of unnecessary trouble will occur.
If we keep the current speed and don't stop along the way, we should be able to reach Nevada in five hours.
Jiang Chen opened the holographic map and made a rough estimate. It should be exactly 4 o'clock in the morning when he arrived at Area 51 in southern Nevada. Of course, he couldn't just rush in with his car. It would be a better choice to rest in a nearby town for a day and wait until the next night before sneaking in.
After leaving Los Angeles, the traffic was unusually smooth, and the scenery on both sides changed from high-rise buildings to desert dunes that were almost the same. In order to relieve his boredom, Jiang Chen reached out and turned on the radio in the car. Although he didn't like loud music, at least it would not make people fall asleep.
On the road, Jiang Chen saw the shadows of many tourist buses. It is said that between California and Nevada, there is the tourist attraction "Death Valley" in the civilized world. Most of the rumors about him are similar to those of the Bermuda Triangle, and are all hyped up by tourism operators.
Jiang Chen thought about whether to visit nearby Death Valley after visiting the mysterious Area 51, but he quickly gave up the idea.
The end of October is not considered the peak season for tourism, but there will definitely be many people at tourist attractions like this, so it is better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Just as he was turning his attention to the car next to him to pass the time, his watch suddenly vibrated. Only two hours had passed when Zhu Yu called. Jiang Chen clicked on his watch and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"The person you asked us to investigate has been found."
Zhu Yu's words made Jiang Chen slightly surprised. Just over two hours have passed, and the efficiency is almost terrifying.
But after thinking about it carefully, Jiang Chen felt relieved. After all, the other party is a private detective. Although he can use illegal methods such as surveillance and drone filming, he is definitely more amateur than a professional agent. As long as the person being followed is confirmed, the ghost agents on standby in Los Angeles can easily find the stalker.
Coupled with Veritaserum, there is no information that cannot be elicited.
"The employer's name is Berkeley Lewis, the eldest son of the Lewis family."
"Lewis family? Berkeley?" Jiang Chen frowned, unable to find this name in his mind.
"Do you want me to handle it?" Zhu Yu asked.
"No need," Jiang Chen shook his head, "Keep an eye on it for me. If he does anything unusual, tell me."
"Yes." Zhu Yu replied neatly.
The phone was hung up, and under the din of heavy metal music, the black off-road vehicle left the dust behind and gradually merged deeper into the night. A sign stands beside the highway that reads, Welcome to Nevada. (.)