Another fast food restaurant in the town is also in a remote corner.
While eating his sandwich, Dean smiled at Sam and said, "I bet you, Sammy, that kid at noon must be in jail at the police station now."
While flipping through the gossip magazine in his hand, Sam said angrily: "They just treated you to a meal at noon, and you let them go in the evening. This is not authentic."
Dean shook his head and said, "You don't understand how evil people are, Sammy. If that kid couldn't resist the police's questioning and confessed to both of us, then wouldn't it be a trap for us to still go to that restaurant?"
Sam snorted: "Then we will die like this."
Dean shrugged: "If that kid doesn't confess us, then after solving this case, we can find a way to save him."
Sam suddenly became stunned and stared blankly at the magazine in his hand. After a while, he blinked and put the magazine in front of Dean: "I think we may not need to save him."
Dean frowned and looked at the magazine suspiciously.
It’s terrifying that 30,000 feet in the sky are actually crawling with venomous snakes
According to this gossip-style article, thousands of venomous snakes were secretly put on board a flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles a month ago by terrorists. Fortunately, there was a NIA agent on the plane. Under his leadership, all the passengers worked together and successfully escaped from the Shekou.
From the plot point of view, this article is very outrageous. The agent described is almost omnipotent, just like the lone hero and invincible agent in the movie. Why use a food delivery truck to save people when surrounded by snakes? What about shooting on a plane and using the difference in air pressure to suck out the venomous snake? In the end, the agent successfully made an emergency landing and saved everyone.
Dean stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, then shrugged and said vaguely: "What's wrong with such a bloody plot? Do you think it is true?"
Sam didn't speak, just reached out and turned another page of Impurities.
A photo that was obviously taken secretly from a distance and later restored and enlarged appeared in front of Dean.
Dean opened his mouth so much that the crumbs fell out without him even noticing.
In the photo, the young man getting off the plane, although his facial features were somewhat blurred due to the distance. But Dean could still tell that the person in the photo was almost exactly the same as the "new guy" who treated him to lunch today.
Sam came closer and whispered: "Now you know why I am surprised."
Dean pointed at the photo and stammered: "Is this photo fake? It should be the person in the photo, not the new kid at all. You know, Asians all look the same in our eyes."
"Hey, Dean, do you know how much you deserve a beating for what you say now?" Sam lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "You know very well that the person in the photo and that guy are the same person."
"Okay, I apologize for what I just said." Dean curled his lips and said, "But Sammy, you should think so. Maybe that kid happened to be on that plane that day, so he should be a passenger, not the one who A NIA agent."
Sam was speechless: "In the United States, who do you think the photos exposed are more authentic, the tabloids or the regular media?"
Dean spread his hands and was speechless.
"So Dean, that guy at noon is a NIA agent"
Dean pursed his lips.
"And you asked him to buy you lunch."
Beads of sweat formed on Dean's forehead.
"More importantly, you deliberately let him go at night."
Before Sam could finish speaking, Dean stood up abruptly and gritted his teeth: "We should go, Sammy, we must go."
But then, Dean quickly sat down again and took a long breath: "But it's probably too late."
Sam followed Dean's eyes and saw Sherron, wearing a black suit, black shoes, white shirt and blue tie, appearing at the door of the restaurant at some point.
"Damn it, I know how someone in our line of work can be so neatly dressed. Even if he wears a suit, it's all cheap street food, but Sammy, look at what he's wearing, it costs five thousand dollars. More than that”
Dean muttered through gritted teeth.
"No, at least more than 10,000 US dollars, not including his pair of leather shoes."
Sam answered very calmly.
"These bastards are just wasting taxpayers' money. He's coming this way. Sammy, calm down, stay calm. Don't forget that this guy sees something strange."
Sam looked at the nervous Dean and covered his eyes helplessly: "Dean, if he can find him here, it means our identity has been exposed."
"Oh, that's right. Maybe this restaurant is surrounded by NIA agents now, and maybe there are snipers outside aiming at our heads."
While Dean was rambling, Sherron had already walked up to them and said with a smile: "My memory is wrong, or you are wrong. Isn't it the restaurant where we agreed to meet at noon?"
"Uh" Dean opened his mouth and was speechless.
Sam had no choice but to say from the side: "I'm sorry, Agent Xie, my brother was a little too excited after knowing your true identity."
Xie Lun raised his eyebrows in slight surprise and glanced at the magazines on the table. After seeing the photo, he instantly understood what was going on. Although NIA has tried its best to suppress Sherron's personal information in order to protect the personal safety of the agents, it has not made large-scale reports.
But there is no airtight wall in the world, let alone the gossip tabloids that are famous for digging out the truth. It's just that most people in the United States regard the news in tabloids as daily entertainment, and only guys like Dean and Sam will take this kind of thing seriously.
Although this kind of thing is generally true.
"I'm sure I'm excited and not scared and speechless." Now that his identity was exposed, Sherron stopped explaining anything and sat down across the dining table and said with a smile, "As far as I know, Dean and you guys My father, John, is wanted on warrants in several states.”
Dean trembled all over and was about to run away. Sam held him down and said hurriedly: "Detective Xie, please listen to my explanation, my brother and the others"
Xie Lun waved his hand and said with a smile: "Just kidding. By the way, Sam, aren't you treating me to dinner? Can I order now?"
What else could Sam say? Although he and Dean had already eaten, they could only ask the waiter to order. However, this time only Sherron was the one devouring it, and Dean couldn't eat any more.