Although Bai Hao was already feeling the brilliance of the lights of this casino when the plane landed, it was not until he left the airport and got on the taxi that Bai Hao saw the city as it was for the first time.
"Doesn't it feel different from what you imagined?"
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Lan Blade followed Bai Hao’s gaze and looked at the drunk who was swaying on the roadside while crying and cursing. He watched the hordes of young people hugging the beautiful woman, laughing and joking He had been around, and kicked the drunk to the trash can, and then silently turned out a thin lady's cigarette.
Bai Hao answered, but turned his head to look at Lan Blade with a cigarette in surprise, his delicate face looming in the light of the lighter.
"What you see is Las Vegas before eight to two in the morning, and what you know will be a completely different scene."
Lan Blade continued, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep sip.
"Like the Cinderella in a fairy tale, before the twelve o'clock ringing, what you see will always be a bustling dance party, full of wine and food, and a look like a drunkard."
"As soon as twelve o’clock, or any other time, the fairy’s magic loses its effect. Once the money in the gambler’s pocket is taken out, he will ruthlessly see that the city is the most real and coldest. Look like."
Lan Blade continued to speak, but quietly glanced at the driver who was rich in front of him who could not hear the conversation between the two, and his expression darkened.
"here… "
Blue Blade continued. When he was about to go to work to introduce the world of the sewer, he loved to interrupt her words very horribly.
"Actually I don't care about this city. I just want to know when you learned to smoke."
Bai Hao stared into Lan Blade's eyes, and continued to guess at the astonishment in the man's eyes.
"When you came here before? Did you give birth to something here?"
Bai Hao asked again. The driver who had participated in the money now shook his ears after hearing this sentence.
"No… "
"You can't fool me about this, Blue Blade."
As soon as Lan Blade retorted, Bai Hao quickly bet on Lan Blade's mouth.
Blue Blade was completely silent after hearing Bai Hao's words.
My anomaly is too obvious. Men in this world don't think that his anomaly can fool such a smart guy as Bai Hao.
After all, a guy who has never smoked suddenly smoked because of the traces left by not smoking. This thing itself is very abnormal.
"This is the enemy I performed the company's first task."
After a long time, Blue Blade mumbled like he was talking to himself, which was an explanation to Bai Hao.
Bai Hao nodded after hearing Lan Blade's answer and did not say a word.
Blue Blade's company is very clear about what it does well. So even with your toes, you can think of the nature of Blue Blade's first task.
Although the driver sitting in front did not appear to be able to understand Chinese, to be careful, Bai Hao did not ask for more details in front of the other party.
When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, the sky was already a little brighter. After paying the fare and tip to send away the taxi, Bai Hao, who only carried a backpack with him, walked to the revolving door of the hotel together with Lan Blade.
"How? Did they say anything?"
In a small alley not far from the hotel, a taxi with a sign again stopped on the side of the road. As soon as the driver who "cannot understand Chinese" put on his earphones, he heard an urgent inquiry over there.
"I didn't say anything special. It was the woman who introduced Bai to the city, and the two discussed the woman's smoking problem. There is a recording here. Come and take it away."
The taxi driver said this. When the passing traffic police knocked on the window of his car, he took out a badge with FBI in his pocket.
"Looking back, you can adjust the video from the airport to determine the identity of the woman as soon as possible. Although the two people don't feel dangerous, according to our internal informants, the explosion on the side of Sakura has proven to be China's revenge. It is said that Dai Lifeng also went to Qiandao. We must be vigilant no matter how strong our country is..."
"Okay, I see. Is there anything else to report?"
"I'm not here for the time being, wait! What did I see!"
Because of the ingenious choice of the parking angle, even if he has already left the door of the hotel, the "taxi driver" still has just seen the specific situation at the door of the hotel.
It was when the taxi driver was reporting, an extended black luxury car, escorted by other vehicles, stopped at the door of the hotel.
The young FBI agent watched the big man who got out of the car walked into the hotel under the protection of the bodyguards.
"What happened? Michael? What did you see?"
An urgent question came from the phone.
Na Ming, the agent named Michael, gave an annoying reply.
"Damn it, it's from the Rockefellers! It's Master Carl! I knew it! The identity of that guy has a lot to do with the Rockefellers, so it's troublesome now!"
The book kiosk that the book friends used before has been hung up, and now they are basically using \Mic\Mic\Reading\app\\.
"Initially, it was not easy for us to talk too closely to the surveillance. The one at Rockefeller's house has to come and get involved. How can we continue this work!"
Michael complained with annoyance, and the face of the person on the other side of the phone was not much better.
"Okay, Mai Kou~ don't complain! I'll ask for instructions on this matter, and you first figure out the purpose of coming here! Leave the rest to me!"
After hanging up the phone, Michael felt a chill in his heart.
What is the purpose of coming here for nothing? Isn't this very clear
Listening to what my partner meant, it seemed that I wanted to persuade the leader to let go of the two "mercenaries" who had returned to China, and sent this little ancestor away early...
It's just that the two mercenaries who came back...
Michael started the car and drove slowly along the road, as if there was nothing unusual at all.
It's just that the image of his father appeared in Michael's mind. The father of a veteran who had lost a hand and had to rely on his mother's pension and his occasional support to survive was revealed.
Jian Guo** has always played a good abacus!
Michael felt a chill inexplicably.
Although the weather in September is not as hot as summer, is it really normal to be cold to this level
Michael parked the taxi at the entrance of a cafe and gave the car key back to the real taxi driver, his friend, thinking a little dazedly. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)