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Chapter 832 mib and delegation

On February 26, the Chinese news delegation set off from Beijing, passed through Shanghai, Yangon, Karachi, and Paris, and arrived in New York on the afternoon of March 1.

At 4:30 pm on March 1, 1973, the Chinese news delegation, led by Mr. Zhu Muzhi, the president of Xinhua News Agency, finally arrived in the United States on a Boeing 700 aircraft.

"The Big Apple".

When the plane was hovering over New York, Zhang Changhai, then the head of the editorial department of "Guangming Daily", looked down from the port window. The tall buildings on the ground looked like "Xi'an".

"Like the Forest of Steles".

This is the first official visit to the United States by the Chinese press since 1949.

Those who came to greet them at the airport were the heads of the American Newspaper Editors Association, Huál Street Journal and Dow Jones, as well as China's representative to the United Nations Huang Huá and others.

Wearing a brand new dark gray Chinese tunic suit tailor-made from Beipu Jinghongdu Clothing Company, with a tight collar and ruffled stripes, and a serious face.

The American media exclaimed: "A large group of stereotypical 'máo-style round-making uniforms' are coming."

As soon as they got off the plane, they received a warm welcome.

As a result of the spread of China fever in the United States, these people also received people's curiosity and love in the United States at this time.

Not long after we got off the plane, ten security personnel assigned by the State Council were in place immediately.

The order given to them by the State Council is "first-level security", which means to ensure the "absolute safety" of the delegation members.

Each member of the delegation wears a small yellow card with a number on it. Zhang Changhai is No. 8.

He thinks this way: "Americans probably think that all Chinese people look the same, so they give us numbers so that security personnel can keep an eye on us. It is said to protect our safety, but also to prevent us from doing other things."

At this time, this group of people saw a unique bodyguard. This person was very different from the other security personnel around him. Their outfits were almost completely different.

This man was wearing a black suit, black tie, and a white shirt underneath.

He has a shaved head and a black tomb mirror cut on his face.

The other party was still carrying a suitcase, and then he came over solemnly.

"Hello."

Although everyone here is Chinese, there are some people who can understand each other's words.

"Hello, who are you...?" Mr. Zhu Muzhi walked over.

"My name is James Scott. I am here to ensure your safety, but before that, we must sign a contract."

These people looked at each other.

At this time, Mei Convenient explained to them.

It turns out that this person does not belong to the government system, but is a MIB, and the other person is not assigned by the US State Council, but is privately employed by Mr.

I just came here as a servant.

At this time, some people in China were surprised.

"The President of the United States spent his own money to hire bodyguards for us!"

Mr. Zhu was also a little surprised: "Aren't you from the government?"

"I'm from the umbrella company." The other party replied: "I am a mib. I accepted the employment and will ensure your safety, but before that, I need to sign a document with you. Lujing is right over there. "

At this time, the Chinese side was a little confused, and some people felt that this guy was really not interesting because because of his relationship, their group was still blocked at the airport.

At this time, the US also informed them that the mib must sign a document before being hired. If they choose to refuse, the mib will leave.

We can't remain in a stalemate like this, right?

At this time, Mr. Zhu immediately asked someone to call back to China to clarify, while he was dealing with it. Fortunately, the American personnel would not embarrass both parties and simply stayed by.

A seat was reserved at the nearby restaurant for them to sit there.

Naturally, this restaurant was "booked out".

"Why is there suddenly this mib?" someone asked.

"This is a sudden decision made by Mr. Sorao, and we didn't have time to inform you."

Someone said this.

Scott had been sitting there without making a sound, but the Chinese side was curious about this mib who could actually make the American members next to him be polite to him.

"Hello, Mr. Scott, may I ask you some questions?"

After clarifying the contents of the contract with Fan Xu's help, Mr. Zhu spoke.

"Please tell me."

"This...mib is the bodyguard, right?"

Scott nodded silently: "Yes, I am a bodyguard from Umbrella Company."

At this time, many Chinese members started to mutter, this guy looks tall and tall, but he doesn't say a word and has an expressionless face. How come he looks like a robot?

"Why are you still wearing sunglasses?" Mr. Zhu asked.

"Sunglasses can effectively block the sudden attack of flash bombs, and I can move you to a safe place immediately."

For Scott, this is also a serious security mission.

Although there are personnel assigned by the State Department, as a MIB, Scott always feels that these people are unreliable. In the eyes of the MIB, these security personnel are more like spies, and these people are the ones who need to be wary of the most.

To be honest, even the mib has never tried to protect so many people. Although Nixon's order was to "protect everyone"... but at the most critical moment, just keep the leader. But such an order made the mib in front of him I feel a little uncomfortable, and what the other person says seems to be saying that I can't do it.

"oh……"

Fortunately, the domestic call came at this time.

The above considered that this is a personal relationship with the President of the United States and it is not easy to refuse, so it does not matter if the contract is signed.

Finally, the two parties signed the contract.

It’s just that no one knows that Katherine is actually behind this matter, and the so-called “paying out of her own pocket” is also Kathryn’s own pocket.

The American side was also ready. It was already past five o'clock, so they simply had a meal in this restaurant before leaving with these people.

After having a Western-style meal, they got on the bus and headed to the hotel in Manhattan where the Chinese delegation to the United Nations stayed.

The reception was hosted by the American Society of Newspaper Editors and the Council on U.S.-China Relations, but behind the scenes was the White House and the State Department.

The delegation's air tickets and hotel expenses in the United States were borne by the Chinese government itself. Because when the American Newspaper Editors Association visited Huá, out of insistence on the independence of the media, it did not accept the Chinese government's offer to pay for them.

When arranging the room, the Chinese asked for two people to share a room for safety reasons.

In the eyes of many Americans, this requirement is a bit strange, because in the eyes of Americans, only gays and lesbians would live in the same room. When American reporters visited Huá with Nixon in 1971, the Chinese arranged for them to live alone in accordance with American customs. Live in one room.

Later, these people returned to their rooms.

The same goes for Mr. Zhu.

But just when he was about to take a rest, there was a knock on his door.

But when he opened the door, the mib stood in front of him.

"Can I ask Mr. Scott what's the matter?" Mr. Zhu is also from the foreign language department. Although he didn't understand some professional vocabulary when communicating, general communication was fine.

"I would like a full inspection of your room, and I have something I need to tell you."

The other party said this directly.

"Ah...ok, please come in..."

Mr. Zhu thought it would be better to let the other party come in first.

On my side, I am upright and not afraid of slanted shadows, and I am not playing any tricks, so this is nothing.

"OK."

The other party came in at this time, looked at the room twice, and then moved it under the bedside table. Then, the other party actually took out a bug from inside!

Mr. Zhu was surprised now!

"It was probably installed by those people from the State Department," Scott explained.

Then he looked again, and when he reached the window sill, another bug appeared.

"Mr. Zhu, your room has been secured. Next, I need to explain something to you."

The other party said this.

"Please say..."

Mr. Zhu was indeed a little surprised. What happened?

The other party then listed a form.

"This is the result of my surveillance of the security personnel. Your Mr. Zhang Changhai has been focused on by the other party, followed by you. I need to monitor your itinerary.

Arrangements to ensure that you are subject to minimal surveillance."

Because the former foreign correspondents of "Guangming Daily" were all dispatched by the Ministry of State Security, these Americans found that the head of the editorial department of "Guangming Daily" was among their team, so they thought that Zhang Changhai was the special agent in charge and was taking special care of him.

They know the identity and origins of every member of the Chinese delegation very well. Although they are responsible for security, they are not considering whether these people are all intelligence personnel...

Mr. Zhu was a little surprised: "Aren't you with them? Why are you helping us like this?"

He really didn't understand.

"Because I'm mib." Scott said.

For mib, what he needs is not to provide intelligence to the country, but to protect the safety of his employees. This is the first principle of mib. Because of this, mib is trusted.

They have always been secret protectors, not the other way around.

Even if they are enemies, as long as they are the ones they protect, they will take bullets for them without hesitation.

This is mib.

This is the most elite bodyguard.

Mr. Zhu didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he could hear the confidence and pride in the other person's words.

"As a MIB, my first goal is to ensure your life safety and freedom of movement. I will use my life to protect you. This is what the contract says.

OK."

"Aren't you afraid of going against the U.S. government?" Mr. Zhu subconsciously regarded the other party as "one of his own."

"They need us more." Mr. Zhu still didn't understand Scott's words.

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