JFK Airport -

As one of the largest airports in the world, Kennedy Airport is like a small city with a variety of cuisines from around the world, a variety of lounges, entertainment halls, huge parking lots in u-shaped, and beautiful The beautiful hotel, the people of different skins are in the middle of it, in the festive atmosphere of the festive, they did not feel the atmosphere of the wind and rain.

In the corner of the airport, a man in a down jacket took out a cigarette in the corner. He just took a sip and a staff member walked up with a smile. "Sorry, smoke, please go to the smoking room, where you smoke. ""

The man had no choice but to annihilate the cigarette and shrugged. It seemed to be too lazy to talk. After the staff left, the man cursed in English: "This **** airport, this **** weather, this **** Christmas, this damn, **** Chinese spy raised by the scorpion!"

"Haha, don't complain, or stare at it." A voice came from the headphones he was carrying.

The man turned his head and said to the miniature microphone at the neckline: "I think the airport staff has the potential to be a special agent. I just ran over when I got a cigarette. I saw the smoking room. If I could go to the smoking room, It is better to be with my wife at home."

The man is fbi's plainclothes. He has been at the Kennedy Airport for a whole morning. The Christmas holiday has blown away. The depression in his heart can be imagined.

"Okay, if we can make meritorious deeds this time, it will be developed. The bonus given by the government is enough for you to spend a lifetime."

"Like the merits? Is it possible? The Chinese spy is committing a crime in New Franklin City. I am at the New York airport. As long as the spy’s brain is not in the water, he will not be able to break through the blockade of Franklin to New York. machine."

"Well, to be honest, I also think that he should hide somewhere in the country, but the blockade still needs to be blocked, otherwise the spy will not hide even if he hides."

"The head of the head is a teasing." The man was still groaning, but he did not know that he stood alone in front of him, but he could not see.

Is it... The New York airport is so far away that it is blocked. Fbi is probably coming out of the nest. Although this blockade can’t stop Zhou Jian, he can’t easily get up...

He did not buy a ticket. The previous passport was inconsistent with his appearance and could not be used. This passport has some problems because of the rush of time. If fbi traces it down, he estimates that he will be deducted. In fact, even if the passport is no problem, Zhou Jian did not dare to take risks. The US government has already guessed that this thing was done by the Chinese. He is now a brazenly flying plane with black eyes and black eyes.

He passed the security gate invisibly, came to the freight lane, stepped on the conveyor belt of the airport cargo passage, and went down the airplane's warehouse without knowing it.

The airport personnel in the overalls are counting the goods in the warehouse, and Zhou Jian, who is invisible, wants to avoid them naturally and easily.

As the warehouse door closes, the surrounding area suddenly darkens, and the environment of the aircraft warehouse is good. After flying to the sky, it will pressurize and control the temperature. Although the temperature adjustment is not as comfortable as the cabin, it is ok, but it is a bit stuffy. And a large number of goods printed in a variety of English around it also give a feeling of extreme repression.

With the sound of the jet engine rumbling, the plane took off, Zhou Jian’s hanging heart was slightly released, and finally left the United States safely. As long as he returned to China, it would be harder for the United States to check him. . He switched his consciousness back. He was very nervous in these two days, and now he has to do a good sleep.

In the afternoon, the plane will arrive in Brasilia, and Zhou Jian’s deity will wait there. When he recovers the incarnation of the ghost, he can rush to Norris...

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In the evening, the sky was dark and yin was heavy, and the cold wind screamed. In a small building without heating, a middle-aged man wearing a gray windbreaker leaned against the window sill and looked out the window. This is the suburb of Beijing. In the old district, there are no glamorous high-rise buildings, only a messy old-fashioned building and a slightly dirty street.

The children got out of the school bus and got off the bus. They walked and laughed and talked about the upcoming final exam, and the white air that came out of the group talked to the cold wind. Occasionally, the hawkers who had early results due to the cold weather rode through the student team on the "back riding squat", then smiled and shouted to one of the children: "Cui Cui, why have you not seen your mother for so many days?" Then there was a burst of laughter.

The man’s gaze was always locked in one of the little girls carrying a cartoon bag. After a moment, he sighed.

Pulling up the curtains, he turned around. At this time, the old stairs rang the sound of the stairs, "Head, big news!"

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. He said half-jokingly: "Xiao Liu, how many times have I told you, steady, steady? How do you do such a good job?"

The young man named Xiao Liu trouped all the way up the stairs. "Hey, you guessed it? Yesterday night..." Xiao Liu said that he swallowed a mouthful of water. "I am talking about New York time, the US military laboratories... ..."

Xiao Liu deliberately extended his emphasis. However, his words have not been finished yet. The middle-aged man has no choice but to breathe a sigh of relief. He patted Xiao Liu’s shoulder and said in a nearly sympathetic tone: "Little Liu, you want to say Is the military laboratories stolen? This is the pig next door to Wang’s family. Do you think this is news?”

Xiao Liu’s eyes widened, and the description of a picture that was originally thought of well could not be used anymore. After a moment he said aggrieved: “Hey, don’t bring such a cold person.”

"Get it, just on your message channel, wait until you know that it’s all on the news."

"I rely on, head, you have to leave some face for the newcomer."

"Okay, I am talking about a man who has been carrying me for a year. I have pulled out a red tower." ”

Xiao Liu’s eyes looked at the cigarette case and suddenly remembered something. “Hey, willn’t it be the people in our bureau?”

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't think about it, military laboratories. This is what we did. I think it is probably the sister of Zi Xuan."

"nonsense!"

"Oh... well, I won't say it. I know that there are rules in the bureau. I am jealous again. Oh, I don't ask."

The middle-aged man was holding a cigarette in his fingers and wanted to educate Xiao Liu. At this moment, a crisp female voice came from downstairs - "Not me."

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