The next day, at a drive-in restaurant in Washington, D.C.
There weren't many people in the restaurant, only about three or four tables of guests. Near the window, a young man was looking around.
This person was Zhiyang, who participated in the assassination of Huo Dongsheng. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap, and was slowly sipping the free coffee in the cup.
He seemed to be enjoying his coffee, but his eyes were looking through the window at every passerby.
"Waiter," he called the waitress and pointed to the empty cup, "Another cup of coffee."
The waiter came over with a coffee pot and filled Zhiyang's cup.
Zhiyang picked up the coffee cup and just took a sip when a figure suddenly appeared in his sight.
“Ding ding dong!”
The door of the store was pushed open, and the wind chimes on the door rang. A tall white man, wearing sunglasses and a mask, strode to Zhiyang's seat and bent down to sit down.
"Why choose a place like this... There are too many people." The man in sunglasses whispered.
"No one pays attention to places like this." Zhiyang replied indifferently.
The man in sunglasses was silent for a while, stretched out his black-gloved hand, took out a white bill, put it on the table, and gently pushed it to Zhiyang.
"Tickets." He lowered his voice and said, "Go to Pier 7. There is a silver speedboat. Take it to the island. When you get there, an officer named Jones will be waiting for you on the shore. He will take you to see the guy you want to see."
"Thank you." Zhiyang nodded, reached into his clothes, took out a thick brown paper bag and threw it on the table.
The man in sunglasses picked up the paper bag, pinched its thickness with his hands, and then quickly stuffed the bag into his arms.
"I've already repaid the favor I owe you..." He stood up and growled in a low voice, "Don't come to me again next time."
After saying that, he left the restaurant quickly without looking back.
Zhiyang was not in a hurry. He finished the coffee in the cup, wiped his mouth, stood up and put the tip on the table.
…
Night, Zhadao.
A speedboat broke through the calm sea and headed towards the small pier behind the island.
At the dock, a green military jeep was parked there, with a white officer sitting in the car, looking around.
The speedboat slowly approached the shore, and Zhiyang jumped onto the shore flexibly. He quickly looked around and then walked towards the jeep.
After Zhiyang got on the bus, Officer Jones, who was sitting next to him, did not look at Zhiyang, but pointed at a set of military uniforms on the seat and whispered, "Put them on."
Zhiyang didn't waste any words, he immediately took off his clothes, put on the military uniform, and dressed up like an ordinary soldier. Then the car started slowly and drove towards the island.
About ten minutes later, the car approached the heavily guarded Zhadao Prison. Through the window, Zhiyang could see soldiers walking back and forth on the wall. The searchlights in the four corners were shining regularly around.
With Jones leading the way, the car entered the prison smoothly and unimpeded. When all the guards saw the white officer, they immediately saluted and then lifted the railing to let him pass.
After a while, the car stopped at the back door passage of the prison, and Zhiyang got out with Jones.
"Follow me." Jones was a man of few words. He threw down a sentence and then walked into the passage with Zhiyang in a swagger.
After passing through several iron gates in succession, Jones stood in front of a closed door and nodded to Zhiyang: "Go in... You only have ten minutes."
"Thank you." Zhiyang opened the door, and inside was a visiting room. A glass wall divided the room into two halves, and a gray-haired old man sat opposite the glass wall.
Zhiyang walked over and sat in front of the old man. The other man was obviously stunned for a second, and then he slowly said: "I don't know you."
Zhiyang glanced around and found that there were no cameras installed on the wall. He then looked at the old man and smiled slightly, "First time is stranger, second time is familiar. We will get to know each other after a few more contacts."
The old man frowned slightly and asked, "Which aspect are you in?"
Zhiyang lowered his voice: "Qingyi Bureau..."
…
In Longcheng, in front of the gate of the Bureau of General Affairs, willow branches swayed in the wind and various office vehicles passed back and forth.
Across the street, a black SUV was parked. Yu Mingyuan was sitting in the driver's seat, puffing on a cigarette, with his eyes closed.
In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the door opened and Su Tianyu walked out alone with big strides.
He walked directly to the SUV, opened the passenger door and got in.
"What do you want from me?" Su Tianyu looked at Yu Mingyuan and asked softly.
"Just saying hello to you." Yu Mingyuan flicked his cigarette butt out of the window, then said, "I'll follow the Chinese Workers' lead, don't move on your side."
Upon hearing this, Su Tianyu immediately asked, "How far have you gotten? Have you found out why they met with Zhao Yan?"
"I haven't found out anything yet," Yu Mingyuan waved his hand, "but I have some clues. I just want to remind you that your people must not move, otherwise it will easily lead to a conflict with me, and then the flood will wash away the Dragon King Temple."
Su Tianyu was silent for a while, and then he slowly said: "Hold me tight... Don't go too far."
Yu Mingyuan smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry."
After hearing this, Su Tianyu reached out to fasten his seat belt, and then said, "Let's go and find a place to eat."
"Okay, I'll treat you."
…
In an apartment in Santa Fe.
Huang Peishan took a shower, then walked out of the bathroom naked with his big belly and went straight to the bedroom.
On the bed in the bedroom, there was a young girl lying. When she saw Huang Peishan, a smile as if she was going to charge him immediately appeared on her face: "The pills have been crushed. You won't choke. Drink it."
Huang Peishan is also a straightforward person. He pointed to the cabinet next to him that was two meters high and more than three meters long and said, "Go ahead, pick one for yourself and take your work tools with you. And put a tail on it. I like the furry feeling..."
"You should have said it earlier." The girl got up and went to the cabinet to get the props.
Huang Peishan smiled slightly, reached out for the crushed tablets on the bedside table, and prepared to work like a little bull until four in the morning.
"Ding Ling Ling!" The phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?" Huang Peishan answered the phone with a slightly unhappy tone.
A man's voice came from the phone: "President, there is movement in the prison."
"prison?"
"Yes, they called me just now." The man on the phone said softly, "Do you think you can come back or let the spy over there contact you directly?"
Huang Peishan rubbed his face, looked up and shouted: "That's enough, stop taking it!"
"Ah?" The girl was stunned.
"I'm going back now!" Huang Peishan hung up the phone, stood up and said, "I have to go, let's talk tomorrow."
The girl walked over with a stick about ten centimeters long in her hand and said, "Don't be too tired."
"I told you, don't take it."
"… Then it would be boring for me to stay alone!"
"Fuck!" Huang Peishan was stunned for three seconds, then he quickly changed his clothes and left the park. He called Huo Dongsheng and said, "President, I got some information. Yes, it's that guy from the Qingyi Bureau...!"