How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Eagle sauce, Las Vegas, Harry Reid International Airport.

A plane from Dragon Country roared down.

Half an hour later.

Another group of travelers, dreaming of getting rich quickly, stepped out and headed for the long-awaited city that never sleeps.

But when four people with Dragon Country faces stood at the exit, they attracted the attention of the inspectors.

"Excuse me! Please wait a moment."

The inspector looked at the four people in front of him, then glanced at the computer screen, raised his hand politely, and immediately stood up and left his seat.

As soon as he left, airport security personnel came and asked the four people to wait aside.

At the same time, a large number of security personnel arrived and surrounded them together to prevent the four from escaping.

"What's going to happen?"

A middle-aged man carrying an old bag asked in a serious tone.

"Haha, no!"

A smartly dressed man next to him replied with a smile.

"Don't worry, Uncle Cen! It's just a routine check. Besides, even if they knew our identities, they couldn't do anything."

Next to the capable man stood a young girl, who had an indifferent attitude on her face.

Finally, the guy who was obviously the leader of the four spoke.

"It's okay! Just wait. No one can touch us within three days."

The man was young, but extremely calm.

Obviously after experiencing the storm, such a small matter would not be taken seriously at all.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man called Uncle Cen smiled bitterly, shook his head and said nothing more.

However, while waiting, he still took out a handwritten newspaper of ancient books and sat down to read it slowly.

But the name of this book really made the other three look embarrassed.

amount……

Uncle!

Can we please not watch something with extremely high literary value like "Jin Ping Mei" in public?

……

"Li Cen! Yang Zhao! Hu Jiuer! Chen Bu!!!"

Inside the airport, in an office specially provided for Foberle.

Captain Hahn, the head of the Forboro agents in Vegas, exclaimed louder and louder.

He would never have thought that four guys who were highly regarded within Foberle would show up in Eagle Sauce and in Las Vegas.

Oh my God!

Ye Cheng just arrived yesterday, and you are here again today.

What on earth are you trying to do?

Hahn couldn't sit still any longer, and shouted, "Call someone, hurry up and call someone!"

"Call the task force stationed in Las Vegas, and mobilize all the colleagues in Las Vegas... Come here, give up your vacation, and come here immediately..."

As he shouted, he grabbed the phone on the desk and called the Forbo headquarters in Washington State.

The whole office immediately became noisy, but when everyone grabbed their guns and were about to run out.

"and many more……"

Hahn reluctantly put down the microphone and stopped everyone.

"Mission canceled! Everyone should go about their business."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Why was it that after a phone call to headquarters, the four guys on the blacklist were no longer needed?

"Boss..."

Someone came up to Hahn and asked, "What do you mean? Just let them enter the country? If something happens in Vegas, we will be the ones to bear the responsibility!"

Hahn cursed angrily: "Nonsense, I know that."

"Chief Jacob said that they are guests invited by Area 51, and no one is allowed to stop them or act rashly. As long as they don't use weapons or violence, we, Foberle, will never interfere!"

"This……"

The man touched his nose and couldn't say anything.

Guests from Area 51?

That's really not something that they, the Fobolles, can get involved in.

"No! If we just ignore it, if something goes wrong, I'll still be the one to take the blame!"

Captain Hahn thought about it and still felt uneasy.

He grabbed the gun on the table and pointed at a few people at random.

"Come with me and see what they are going to do."

……

Airport departure gate.

All the security personnel who had gathered around them dispersed, and the four people were free again.

"Look, I said it's okay, Elbow!"

The young girl giggled, put on her backpack and walked out with her long legs.

The other three men looked at each other, chuckled and followed.

I don’t know whether he didn’t notice it, or if he did, he was just too lazy to pay attention.

After the four men left, Captain Hahn slowly followed with several outstanding agents.

They noticed.

The four people who regained their freedom did not leave the airport immediately, but went to the luggage check-in area.

The four hired a small enclosed truck, put a large box tightly wrapped with wooden boards into the truck, and then left the airport and drove all the way to the city center of Las Vegas.

"Boss...Isn't that an atomic bomb?"

While following, an agent stroked his chin and asked.

Captain Hahn was drinking his coffee and nearly choked to death.

"Ahem...Fuck you, you big idiot!"

He slapped the man on the head and said, "Can your atomic bomb be transported from Dragon Country to Eagle Sauce and to Las Vegas?"

"Do you think the testers from both countries grew up eating poop? Huh?"

The agent who was hit on the head covered his head with his hands and looked innocent.

"Uh...then why did they transport such a big thing from Dragon Country? Boss, aren't you curious about what's inside it?"

"Um...I'm curious too."

Hahn wiped the corner of his mouth, put down his coffee cup, and admitted it honestly.

He was also curious about what was inside.

Responsibilities.

If you allow them to cause any problems, you will be the one to take the blame in the end.

Area 51?

Stop it.

That group of people didn't even take Mr. Tongzi seriously.

"Call the airport and ask, what do they say is inside when they declare it to customs?"

Hahn gave his instructions and the airport responded soon.

"Boss, they said the item being declared is a [cultural relic]."

"Artifacts?"

It was Hahn's turn to be confused.

This large wooden box was brought by Ye Cheng from Longguo, and then transported to the city by those four people.

What kind of cultural relic would require so much trouble?

Besides, are those Dragon people really so kind as to send cultural relics to us Eagle Sauces?

After thinking for a while, he didn't dare to ignore it when he saw the closed truck was about to enter the city of Las Vegas.

"Four people, go up and stop the car! Say someone reported it and suspected there were contraband in the car, open the box and have a look!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, the agent who was following behind drove after him.

A few minutes later, the van was stopped.

Hahn watched from a distance and saw the capable man jump out of the car and cooperate with the agents here to open the door of the cargo box and let them go in to check.

The other party's complaints came from the headset.

"Be careful! Everyone, this is a first-class cultural relic of the Dragon Kingdom, something used by Emperor Tianqi. You can't afford the compensation if it is damaged."

"A cultural relic? One used by the emperor?"

Captain Hahn held the telescope and sneered, "Nonsense, I want to see what's inside...Ah!!! My eyes!!"

Hahn exclaimed as the four men roughly opened the wooden bars outside the box.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Because I saw a huge, red, extremely depressing and shocking...

coffin!