Another fast food restaurant in the small town is also in a remote corner.

　　 Dean smiled at Sam while eating a sandwich: "I bet you, Sammy, that kid must be eating jail in the police station at noon now."

　　 Sam flipped through the gossip magazine in his hand, and said in a bad mood: "I just asked you to have a meal at noon, and you let others dove in the evening. It's not authentic."

　　 Dean shook his head and said, "You don't understand the sinister heart, Sammy. If the kid couldn't resist the police and confessed the two of us, wouldn't we go to the restaurant to make a fool of ourselves."

　　 Sam snorted: "Then we can't help but die like this?"

　　 Dean shrugged: "If that kid didn't confess us, then after solving this case, we can find a way to save him."

　　 Sam's expression was startled, and he stared at the magazine in his hand. After a while, he blinked and put the magazine in front of Dean: "I think we might not need to save him."

　　 Dean frowned and looked at the magazine suspiciously.

"fear! At an altitude of 30,000 feet, there were even more venomous snakes! ! 》

　　According to the description of this gossip-style article, a month ago, on a flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles, thousands of (??) venomous snakes were secretly put in by terrorists. Fortunately, there was a NIA agent on the plane. Under his leadership, the passengers worked together and managed to escape under Shekou.

　　 Judging from the plot, this article is very outrageous. The agent described is almost omnipotent, just like the lonely hero and invincible agent in the movie. What is surrounded by a group of snakes, using a food delivery truck to save people. What fired on the plane, using the air pressure difference to **** the poisonous snake out. In the end, the agent managed to make an emergency landing and rescued everyone.

　　 Dean stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, then shrugged, and said vaguely, "What's wrong? Do you think this kind of **** plot is true?"

　　 Sam didn't speak, just reached out and turned the impurities a page.

　　 A photo that was obviously taken from a long distance and was magnified after restoration, appeared in front of Dean.

　　 Dean's mouth grew so large that the crumbs in his mouth fell out without even noticing it.

　　 The young man in the photo is getting off the plane, although his facial features are a bit blurred because of the distance. But Dean can still tell that the person in the photo is almost exactly the same as the "new person" who invited him to dinner at noon today.

　　 Sam came over and whispered: "Now you know why I am surprised, right?"

　　 Dean pointed to the photo, stuttering a bit: "This photo is fake...No, it should be the person in the photo, not the newcomer kid at all. You know, Asians look the same to us..."

　　 "Hey, Dean, do you know how awkward you are now?" Sam lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. "You know in your heart that the person in the photo is the same person as that buddy."

"Well, I apologize for what I just said." Dean curled his lips. "But Sammy, you should think so. Maybe... the kid happened to be on that plane that day, so he should be a passenger, not That NIA agent."

　　 Sam was a little speechless: "In the United States, do you think the gossip tabloids and the regular media, who exposed the photos more real?"

　　 Dean spread his hands and was speechless.

　　 "So Dean, that buddy is a NIA agent at noon..."

　　 Dean pursed his lips.

　　 "...and you asked him to invite him to lunch..."

　　 Dean has sweaty beads on his forehead.

　　 "...More importantly, you deliberately released his pigeons at night..."

　　 Before Sam could finish, Dean stood up and gritted his teeth and said, "We should go now, Sammy, we must go now."

　　 But then, Dean quickly sat down again and let out a long breath: "But it's probably too late."

　　 Sam followed Dean’s eyes and saw Sharon, who was wearing a black suit, black leather shoes, white shirt, and blue tie, appeared at the entrance of the restaurant for some time.

"Damn it, I know how it is possible for people in our business to dress so neatly. Even if they wear a suit, they are all cheap stalls, but Sammy, look at his suit, it costs five thousand dollars. Above?"

　　 Dean gritted his teeth and muttered.

　　 "No, at least ten thousand dollars or more, not including his pair of leather shoes."

　　 Sam answered very calmly.

　　 "These **** who only waste taxpayers' money...Fak, he came over here...Sami, calm, keep calm, don't forget this guy sees the difference."

　　 Sam looked at Dean with a nervous face, and some helplessly covering his eyes: "Dean, he can find it here, it means that our identity has been exposed."

　　 "Oh, that's right. Maybe now this restaurant is surrounded by NIA agents, maybe there are snipers outside looking at our heads..."

While Dean was talking about it, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Sharon had already walked up to them and smiled: "I remembered it wrong, or you said it wrong, we agreed to meet not at noon. Restaurant?"

　　 "Uh..." Dean opened his mouth, speechless.

　　 Sam had no choice but to say from the side: "Excuse me, agent thanks, my brother was a little too excited when he knew your true identity."

　　 Xie Lun raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and scanned the magazine on the table. After seeing the photo, he instantly understood what was going on. Although NIA has tried its best to suppress Sharon's personal information in order to protect the personal safety of the agents, it has not carried out large-scale reports.

　　 But there is no impermeable wall in the world, let alone gossip tabloids that are famous for digging the truth. It's just that most people in the U.S. treat news in tabloid tabloids as daily entertainment, and only guys like Dean and Sam take this kind of thing seriously.

　　 Although such things are generally true.

"Sure it's excited? It's not that I'm scared to be speechless." Now that his identity was exposed, Xie Lun stopped explaining anything. After sitting down across the table, he smiled generously, "As far as I know, Dean and Your father, John, is wanted in several states, right?"

　　 Dean shuddered all over, and he was about to flee. Sam held him down and hurriedly said: "Thanks agent, please listen to my explanation, my brother and them..."

　　 Xie Lun waved his hand and smiled: "It's just a joke. By the way, Sam, isn't it your treat for dinner? Then can I order dinner now?"

　　What can Sam say, even though he and Dean have already eaten, they can only obediently call the waiter over to order, but this time only Sharon gobbled it up, and Dean couldn't eat anymore.