Dragoon fighter

Mickey Friedman's expression changed, he stared at Bai Lang closely, and said, "Who is this gentleman? What are you doing here?"

Major Jeter of the CIA had just provided him with a piece of valuable information, and of course it was for the sake of his gold nugget.

No matter how well Bai Lang disguises himself, he can't avoid the fact that he is a new face in this hotel.

It was such an unfortunate coincidence that he was also involved in Boeing's troubles.

The CIA's blockade of the hotel actually had nothing to do with him and had no influence on his actions.

But when the Lockheed people came, everything changed.

Mitch Friedman's little nugget of gold sent Brown into trouble.

The U.S. Central Intelligence Agency closed down, but a dog called Lockheed broke in.

A perfect case of letting the dogs out behind closed doors, Bai Lang was bitter in his heart. The only good thing was that as soon as he entered the hotel, the embassy attaché covered up his scent and other traces, otherwise the mechanical dog would have rushed in and bit people, and It’s not like knocking on doors one by one.

It's really frustrating.

Boeing, which was in trouble, was biting everywhere like a mad dog. It was tracking its four lost experimental sixth-generation fighter aircraft all over the world. In addition, Lockheed was exposed to have lost important items, and the two airlines were out of business at the same time. It's such a big trouble that even the U.S. government has to pay attention to it, and it's inevitable that it won't think about whether there is a conspiracy against the U.S. aviation industry.

If nothing like this happened, the hotel where the aviation expert group is located would be Bai Lang's best hiding place.

Something unbelievable happened just by chance.

"My name is Wolf, hey! Can I have a business card?"

Bai Lang appears to be generous on the surface, but in reality his heart is about to jump out of his chest. Although he has received certain training in working in the intelligence service, he is still a driver of large combat weapons, not a Sibon-type figure.

military attache? ! Mitch Friedman looked disgusted. The embassy martial arts hall was almost synonymous with espionage and also had legal diplomatic immunity. He was really a nasty guy.

"As far as I know, there is a meal in your room. Isn't it to your liking?"

Mitch Friedman stared at Blanc, trying to find any flaw.

The delivery of this meal was really suspicious. As soon as they entered this floor, this guy moved the room with the dinner plate, which was obviously very suspicious.

Damn it! Bai Lang's heart skipped a beat. There were still two unfinished portions of food in his and Major Mo's rooms, and he brought another meal to the room where the meal had just been delivered. This was exactly where it was. No silver, three hundred taels.

One portion of food is already quite a lot, and the combined portion of two portions is probably too much for most people to eat. Bai Lang's unintentional mistake was just like this, and the careful Lockheed people noticed something fishy.

At that time, Bai Lang only thought of sending one copy to all rooms, using ordinary Western-style knives to cover up his own Western-style knives made of "Fenrir" alloy. Even the Lockheed investigators would have difficulty uncovering the large number of hotel-standard knives that filled their sights. He took the knife seriously, but he didn't expect that his behavior of not only eating but also carrying it would inadvertently reveal his fault.

He turned to smile and said: "I sent it specially to this friend of mine. There was a little misunderstanding before, so I personally sent some food as a sincere apology."

Bai Lang reminded himself that he must stay calm and not mess around. Two pieces of food will kill fellow Taoists but not poor Taoists. Brother, you should make sacrifices for the people, and you will even contribute to tomorrow's breakfast.

What he said was true and false, but it was also well-documented. No matter how other people investigated, they could definitely find out that this guy was a little unhappy with Lin Mo. If he was talking about an apology or something, it would be reasonable, except that it wouldn't fly.

"Really?" Mickey Friedman sneered, but he didn't believe it at all.

Steaks, macaroni, snail soup, salads and other snacks, just one portion is enough for an adult white person to eat to full capacity. Two portions "Hen, a big eater with a big appetite, can't eat it. This is an excuse. Too fake.

Is there any magic in the food? Mitch Friedman's pupils narrowed slightly, thinking he had grasped the key point. He enjoyed this Sherlock Holmes-style carving out the opponent's layers and using various methods to destroy the opponent's confidence until it completely collapsed. pleasure.

Maybe the chairman will take into account the merits of his hard work, and maybe he will be relieved of his previous responsibilities and reward himself with a big red envelope.

When the men of Lockheed Operations heard the boss's sneer, they slowly reached into their clothes. Although there was no murder weapon inside, there was a restricted weapon - a Taser stun gun. Even a cow would be put down. , the more developed the muscles and the stronger the person, the more restrained they are by this weapon.

Bai Lang turned his head and looked at Lin Mo with pleading eyes, Brother, just obey.

In fact, even he himself doesn't know that such a reason secretly carries some mischievous revenge. I won't support you till death, little guy!

I can't beat you, I can't be cruel to you, and I can't hide from you. I'll just eat you to death. If I can't support you to death, I'll make you sad. As long as I make you feel uncomfortable, I'll feel comfortable.

This deceitful thing has not forgotten his own small-mindedness to this day. Some of them are really born. It is easy to change the situation, but it is hard to change the nature.

"Hmph!" Mickey Friedman continued to sneer, and he said to Lin Mo: "Sir! Your appetite seems to be very good, can you finish it all?"

As long as Lin Mo said no, he would immediately drag out the guy who claimed to be Wolfe and fuck him a hundred times. Huh, diplomatic attaché? As long as Lockheed makes a casual remark that involves U.S. national security, there are plenty of people in the government who can quarrel with China, and they can just be pulled out to practice.

Just because he couldn't afford to offend this "Dragon Knight" didn't mean that he didn't dare to touch this guy named Huo Erfu.

"Yeah! I have a good appetite, very good. He is here to give me extra food." Lin Mo blinked and nodded unexpectedly.

There is no pressure on the dragon knight to have extra meals or something.

Mitch Friedman did the trick

Forty minutes later, Mitch Friedman and his men walked out of Lin Mo's guest room with expressionless faces.

There was not only cold sweat on their faces, but also their legs were weak. They did not complete the task, but they witnessed a miracle.

Terrible monster, terrible appetite, not only did he eat two huge portions of food in the blink of an eye, but out of the same evil mentality as Bai Lang's subconscious, Mitch Friedman, who wanted to see Lin Mo embarrassed, paid for it out of his own pocket. Give Lin Mo extra food.

Unexpectedly, after delivering twenty portions of various large portions of food in succession, the other party didn't even blink his eyes and ate them all in one go.

What shocked them the most was that the other party touched his belly and found that he was only eighty percent full.

"Mr. Friedman, should we..." One of the subordinates made a strong gesture to the supervisor. They often do this kind of thing. They will reason with those who can be reasonable, use the money for those who are unreasonable, and threaten those whose money is useless. , if it doesn't work, use some ruthless measures. This is the kind of dirty work the Operations Department does.

"Shut up." Mitch Friedman's face turned pale. He quickly covered his man's mouth and pushed him to the wall. He lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? You want to die. Don't implicate others. You I don’t even think about it, can a soldier who can eat so much eat a plate of food that you can handle?”

When the other subordinates heard this, they nodded in agreement like chickens pecking at rice.

Food intake is often directly proportional to physical fitness, especially for people who are not obese at all. Either the nutrient absorption rate is low, or it is converted into very terrible physical fitness. Provoking the latter is indeed no different from seeking death. No wonder Mitch Friedman Seeing each other is like a mouse seeing a cat.

“terrible domestication”

Bai Lang didn't know how he came out. He touched his chest and found that he was still alive. He still vaguely remembered that he secretly hid the special Western knife in his sleeve again, but his mind was filled with thoughts like a mountain. The tableware was obviously frightened.

The Lockheed people found nothing. Even though the "Fenrir" alloy they tried every means to recover was right in front of them, they had no interest in clearing away a lot of tableware.

Lin Mo had eaten all the food and drank all the soup bowls to the bottom. It was true that there was nothing hidden. The men and horses brought by Mitch Friedman retreated without interest and began to search other guest rooms. Continue their actions that are destined to lead to nothing.

In fact, as long as they take the detector and sweep it over the tableware pile, they can immediately hear the piercing alarm sound they dream of. Unfortunately, they don't have the earphones.

Lin Mo wiped his mouth with a wet wipe and took a sip of the post-dinner black tea. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were firmly locked on Bai Lang's left wrist, which was away from his back.

"Report, there is a Chinese aviation expert applying to go out! It is that fierce guy who wants to go to Los Angeles City. The reason is to participate in the cosplay performance of Dong Xue classmate. According to the investigation, there is indeed such a free performance for public welfare in Los Angeles. .”

Lieutenant Colonel Jett, who had been standing at the door of the hotel responsible for the blockade and investigation, heard the report of an agent in his ears, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Although the hotel is blocked and unauthorized entry and exit is strictly prohibited, it does not mean that entry and exit are prohibited. You need to apply for and approve a permit in advance before you can enter and exit.

The request from someone to go out made him a little more alert. Now there is a raging wind, and the grass and trees are all deserted. He cannot let go of any suspicious things. If the water is clear, there will be no fish. Maybe it is better to use a long line to catch big fish. Lieutenant Colonel Jeter quickly made a decision. .

Pressing the earphone, he rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Approved, let Pam and Uda be responsible for tracking, ask him if he wants a vehicle to take him there, remember, add two more people to follow him, don't lose him. .”

"Yes, Major Jeter." The agent's voice came from the earphones.

Thank God, I really hope I can catch some clues. Lieutenant Colonel Jett pulled his collar. The cold wind in the early morning was still bit biting. There were few moon and stars in the night sky. It should be a good day.