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Even if he turns to ashes, he recognizes the guy who caused huge losses to Lockheed and almost kicked him out of the position of director of operations. At this moment, even Lockheed was forced to suspend the operation due to pressure from China.

It’s true that enemies always meet on a narrow road, but it’s not that enemies don’t get together.

Mitch Friedman hated it.

In order to get rid of this guy, Lockheed's financial statement return rate this year dropped by a full five percentage points. Just for such a guy, damn, if this income is placed on anyone, it can instantly create a small Consortium, a wealthy family.

As if aware of the hostile gaze, Lin Mo turned around and saw a U.S. Army lieutenant colonel standing with a dozen men in suits looking at him.

The look he looked over was strange, as if he had some deep hatred.

A swarm of ants!

If necessary, the dragon knight can kill them all without hesitation.

Lin Mo made a simple conclusion, then turned around and helped his teacher, Professor Yan Guoqiang, to get off the bus.

For some technical reasons, the other party recognized him, but he did not recognize the other party.

After coming out of Area 51, the gold coins were not around, and Lin Mo suddenly felt a bit of inexplicable murderous aura. It was the fierce temperament accumulated by the Dragon Knight after killing Ying Ye.

The experts around him had no idea. In their eyes, Lin Mo was just a student with great potential, who had taken advantage of the teacher and came to open his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Mr. Friedman."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeter noticed that the head of Lockheed Operations was distracted and his voice was particularly loud.

"Ah~uh" Mitch Friedman came back to his senses, uttered a few meaningless syllables, and then said through gritted teeth: "Damn it, what a terrible Jiahua, I saw him here, I really hope not to follow him in this life Dealing with guys like this.”

In order to get rid of this guy, Mitch Friedman can only get a basic salary this year. What a hateful guy. What's even more hateful is that he turned around and dared to blackmail Lockheed.

"Haha, Mr. Friedman, take care of yourself. Don't forget my warning. Don't trouble the Chinese. And I can only give you a few hours. After the time, you must Withdraw unconditionally.”

Lieutenant Colonel Jeter smiled slightly and had no interest in getting involved in the troubles between Lockheed and the Chinese. He was an employee of the CIA, not Lockheed's lackey.

"I see!"

Mitch Friedman said muffledly.

One is the trouble caused by Boeing, and the other is Lockheed's own trouble. If the two enemies come together, it's unclear whether they will affect each other.

"'White Wolf,' I've got some bad news for you." The embassy attaché, Major Mohan, leaned against the window and glanced out the customer's window. The room they were in was in a very good location. Although it was in the corner, they could see the hotel. The area you enter has an unobstructed view.

"What?" Bai Lang looked at Major Mo. His men did not stop, pulling out a pistol and still wiping it carefully.

Seeing Bai Lang's still indifferent look, Major Mo smiled and continued: "The people from Lockheed came and said they would find a solution on their own."

"Fuck you!" Bai Lang couldn't help but cursed.

If it weren't for the Pacific Ocean to the west, there would be no way to escape and we would have to look for a way out east. However, Nevada is the driest state in the United States. Most of the area is covered with snow-covered mountains, canyons and deserts. There is not much in the wild. survival resources.

In order to survive and complete the mission, Bai Lang and "Yellow Bird" also had to run to Las Villas.

He was not surprised at all to be blocked in this gambling city by Lockheed people and relevant US departments.

Bai Lang can only obtain certain cover with the help of the Chinese Embassy attaché team that protects Chinese aviation experts, but the prerequisite is that the aviation experts cannot be involved. This is the bottom line of the embassy.

It's already in trouble enough, and China doesn't want its aviation experts to be compromised, even though both are important.

As intelligence personnel performing missions abroad, they have long been prepared for self-sacrifice, but they will not sacrifice casually.

"What are your plans? This room will definitely be searched, and we can't refuse."

Seeing Bai Lang cleaning his gun slowly, Major Mo looked at him with questioning eyes.

He only knew that the guy in front of him came to the United States specifically for a special target item, and he was doing dirty work.

Although he didn't know what kind of important item it was, Lockheed chased after him aggressively, and it was obvious that he had probably succeeded.

This target item is probably something of great importance, otherwise the country would not take such a big risk to carry out such a task. He has already heard about the movements in the suburbs of Las Vegas and Palmdale (Palmdale). It's almost like a small-scale war.

What Major Mo didn't know was that Bai Lang's target item for the operation was currently placed on a dinner plate on the small square table in front of him and Bai Lang. A bright silver Western knife was placed quietly on it after taking a few bites. grilled steak next to it.

"Send a steak, macaroni, French snail soup, um, and salad to the guest rooms of all our experts, and get a few other things to eat. Everyone will send a piece, and we want it here too."

Bai Lang had a confident smile on his face, and he didn't seem to pay attention to Lockheed's pursuers. Maybe they were in the elevator and might rush in from outside the room at any time.

Known as the "Diablo" with the highest damage rate of combat equipment, the nickname is "White Wolf." He is also the Army aviation pilot with the most combat experience in the domestic intelligence department. He has escaped from death time and time again, saved the day, and is so desperate that even the god of death cannot accept it. Come on, how could these little bastards from Lockheed be able to do anything to him?

This time there was no exception. The most advanced rotorcraft "Flying Wolf" in the country was directly ruined in his hands. Next time, there is no telling what "X Wolf" aircraft is waiting for him to destroy. These are all the hard work of taxpayers. money.

Therefore, every time the God of Destruction is dispatched, the cost is high. Unless necessary, this guy who hurts the enemy and himself will never be released.

Being used to big winds and waves, how could Bai Lang be confused by such a small scene.

"Meal delivery place?"

Major Mo frowned. People from Lockheed came to the door. Why is this "white wolf" still so unresponsive? Is he still confident? !

"Believe me!" Bai Lang showed his white teeth and smiled more confidently.

"Okay." Major Mo still arranged this strange request with doubts.

Sending food to Lockheed's door is completely irrelevant. What is this "white wolf" thinking in his mind?

Major Mo Zhangerjiang was confused.

Under the designation of the CIA, the hotel was cleared of other guests, and the space was booked by aviation delegations from several countries. Employees in various departments in the hotel were relatively relaxed. Major Mo's request was quickly responded to, and one vehicle after another was displayed. The dining car full of meals was brought to the floor where the Chinese delegation was located.

"The people from Lockheed have already inspected the lower floors and are coming to our level soon." Major Mo was extremely concerned about the actions of these uninvited guests. He didn't even need to deliberately covertly observe, even if it was a grand follow-up, for protecting aviation experts For the military attaches, this was a completely reasonable and legal move.

No one likes a guy who comes in out of nowhere and scans the room.

Boom!

There was a knock on the guest room door.

"Meal delivery point".

Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, opened the door, ushered the meal in, and said to the waiter at the same time: "The portion on the table is not finished yet, wait until I inform you to clean it up, and the same goes for the other rooms. "

I slipped a ten-dollar note into the waiter's hand as a tip. The waiter smiled happily, nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, okay, sir."

Major Mo took a look at the waiter. The unfamiliar face must be those guys from the CIA. They really lost the ten dollars.

But Bai Lang's next move was even more confusing to Major Mo.

This guy actually picked up the dinner plate, pushed open the door and took the food out. He was so full that he ordered an extra portion before finishing his portion. He ordered another portion and refused to eat it, then took it outside again. , is there something wrong with your brain?

"Hey, where are you going?" Major Mo couldn't help but ask.

Bai Lang turned around while holding the plate and said, "I'm going to deliver food to others."

He had already calmly wiped the Western knife next to his original steak, put it in his hand, and exchanged it with the Western knife on the dinner plate in his hand.

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Major Mo was completely confused.

At this time, the elevator door opened, and a group of people rushed out of the elevator aggressively.

Mitch Friedman winked at his men, and the two more skilled men stood at the elevator and the stairs respectively, staring at the CIA agents.

Although one belongs to the country and the other belongs to the company, both of them are doing the same job now. They are blocking the floors and not allowing anyone to move around.

Boom, boom, boom! There was a knock on the door in the guest room passage.

"We conducted a security inspection and received reliable information. Terrorists have planted bombs on the floor. For the safety of you and others, please cooperate. Thank you!"

Mitch Friedman made up a slightly more believable excuse and tricked guest room doors into opening one after another.

As soon as the door to the guest room opened, and when the puzzled face of the resident inside was revealed, Mitch Friedman made a gesture, and several of his men squeezed in unceremoniously, and started scanning around with electromagnetic scanners.

"Fenrir" alloy has an unknown secret. It reacts extremely strongly in front of the electromagnetic scanning device. It is as big as a signal source. No matter how it is hidden, the small-scale control detector on their hands has a detection distance of one meter. As far as the device is concerned, there is absolutely nothing to hide.