Chapter 391: He saw me

The three people talked nonsense along the way, and three hours later, they arrived in Washington. At this time the driver has been replaced by Lance, who is also familiar with this place. This guy once drove a truck and traveled almost all major cities in the United States. And they are all very familiar.
After stopping the car, Zhen Fan chose to walk to Washington Monument Square, while Lance and Helena chose to rest in place. They hid in a cafe and enjoyed the air-conditioning inside. After all, it is more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I feel sweaty when I walk on the street.
"I don't understand why Zhen went there on such a hot day. I can't stand it anyway!" Helena didn't understand Zhen Fan's behavior. She shook her head, then gently stirred the coffee, looked outside, the sun was bright outside. Hot.
"We live in a mortal world, and it's natural not to understand Zhen's behavior!" Lance seemed to understand Zhen Fan very well, "Well, all we have to do is to wait quietly for him to come back. By the way, you can order online. Good hotel, we might go directly to a room with a massage mattress to rest!"
"Massage mattress?" Helena smiled, "What kind of hotel do you plan to stay in?"
"Of course it is a five-star, and there are also good suites, you know, I am rich now, I don't want to live in that kind of small hotel anymore, I have to enjoy the feeling of being rich!" Lance He smiled.
"Okay, okay, fifty thousand dollar rich man, what kind of hotel do you want to stay in?" Helena is not short of money, but fifty thousand dollars is indeed a lot of money, for an ordinary person.
"No. It's a rich man of 25,000 US dollars. I plan to divide it into half, as I said. I'll give it to him tonight!" Lance said, then looked at the phone in Helena's hand. , "Holiday Inn Washington White House, I think it's very good, 460 dollars a day."
"Four hundred and sixty dollars?" Helena exaggerated, "Do you want to live in the presidential suite? Really consider yourself the president? It's incredible. Why are you...well, I said we can live in It’s cheaper, I mean. I don’t have to spend you so much money!"
"Spend me so much money? No, I only book two such suites. If you want to stay cheaper, you can book one yourself. Then you won't spend my money!" Lance smiled toward him. she was.
"Okay. Okay, you bastard!" Helena pointed her directly at him.
Even at 6 or 7 o’clock in the afternoon in Washington, the sun is still hanging in the sky. Only at 9 o’clock in the evening, the sky will gradually darken. The streets that Zhen Fan walked are not very wide and the houses are very short. The color tone is relatively simple. It's like a small city.
In front of the White House, many tourists took pictures there. This is the best building to prove that I have been to America. Most of the crowd are taking pictures. Zhen Fan walked over. Across the fence, you could see the security guards patrolling nearby. In Zhen Fan's eyes, he even saw the security guards on the top of the building aiming at everyone here with a sniper rifle.
Zhen Fan was right. The snipers and observers here are watching every move here. The sniper proudly looked at the people inside with a high-powered lens and made a "pop" sound. Obviously, he treated this as a game.
But when he pointed the scope at a person, that person suddenly smiled at him. This caused him a big jump, and then he involuntarily stepped back, raised his head, and cursed: "Oh, damn, how is this possible, it must be a coincidence!"
"What are you talking about? Marcus." The observer next to him said to him, somewhat dissatisfied, this kind of performance shouldn't happen to a sniper.
"Damn it, I saw someone smiling at me by the fence, when I saw him!" The sniper named Marcus said to Zhen Fan in a startled tone.
"You are so hell, Marcus!" The observer smiled and shook his head. "I told you, don't go to that woman, I will know what is going on by looking at your dark circles! 100% sober mind, instead of acting as amateur like now!"
"Grass, I knew you would believe it. With me, I aimed at that guy again. You look at it yourself. It's twelve o'clock ahead. You look at it. It's about three hundred and ten yards! A black hair Asian guy! Listen to me, okay, now, let's aim at him!" Marcus said, aiming at Zhen Fan with a sniper rifle again.
"Oh, God, hell!" This time it was the observer's turn to retreat suddenly, with an expression of seeing a ghost, and looked at his partner, "Marcus, slap me, do I have Wrong?"
"Pop!" A very clear voice.
"Oh, God, you really hit it, it!" the observer cried, covering his face.
Marcus shrugged: "Isn't this what you asked for? I satisfied you, you should say thank you, man!"
"Damn it!" the observer cursed, "How is this possible? He can see us? If he can't see it...oh, I have to look again!" said the observer, raising the high-powered observer again. But the young Asian is gone, as if he never appeared there.
"I would rather believe that my eyes are spent!" The observer shook his head, sighed, and put down the observer. "So far, we can actually see us, we must know that we have passed the disguise! It’s not easier to see us there than to find that f22 is coming on the radar. What's more, it's still on the premise of a high-powered telescope. This guy has nothing."
"Do you want to report up?" Marcus said. He looked again with the scope of the sniper rifle, and he did not see the Asian man, nor did he see it all around.
"Report? Just say we found someone exposed us with naked eyes?" The observer shook his head, "Don't be stupid, will they believe it? Hell, no one will believe you!"
"Well, listen to you, but... if we find that person again, let's report it up. Damn it, hell!" Marcus swore again.
Zhen Fan did leave the place, and he took a lot of photos. The same cannot be avoided, and he even smiled at the two snipers and observers as a prank. Who knows how scared them are. He even thought he was hell, and then Shi Shiran left.
Arriving at the monument and going through the security check, there are not many people on the lawn of the square, scattered there in twos and threes. Some are holding umbrellas, some are spreading blankets, and family members, couples, and good friends chat leisurely together. Some even picnic here. There are also wandering singers or some small singers who sing. They either play and sing themselves, or a small band composed of three or four people, just sing like no one else.
Zhen Fan walked in front of them. Twenty dollars was put in a busker’s violin box. Then waited for the person to finish playing a piece, then left. The man bent over to Zhen Fan and said a very sincere "thank you". Obviously, after giving the money, being able to listen to their performance was equivalent to agreeing with the fruits of their labor.
Wandering around and looking at the place in front of the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, there is Martin. Luther Where King gave his speech, 200,000 people gathered here on August 23, 1963. Then he delivered his very famous speech-"I Have a Dream".
At this moment, he received a call. It was Christine who called. She was a little bit worried about Zhen Fan for a long time outside, so after finishing work, she made a phone call and talked with Zhen Fan for a long time.
I just hung up the phone and the phone rang again. It was Lance calling.
"Hey, where are you? We booked the hotel. Come here. There is a very good restaurant. I can't wait to try it. It's enough to eat disgusting burgers and pizza these days. It's disgusting. Come on, man, there is no good place in Washington!"
"I don't know where you are?" Zhen Fan didn't expect them to book the hotel.
"Well, I'll pick you up! You tell me the address." After Zhen Fan told him the address, Lance hung up the phone. After a while, he arrived at Zhen Fan’s position. When Zhen Fan got in the car, he began to talk about some places in Washington, but in his mouth, all this was shit, not worth wasting time. .
"I still want to visit the Pentagon!" Zhen Fan smiled.
"Don't be stupid, I won't let you visit. You are just an ordinary person. Of course, if you get a permit, you can, but I suggest you don't go. I don't like that place!" Lance shook Head to Zhen Fan and said, "In my opinion, they are no better than a delicious dinner!"
After parking the car, the two walked to the door of the White House Holiday Inn. Zhen Fan looked at the hotel, then walked inside, and looked around: "Did you find the money? Or is it a large sum?"
"No, it was fifty thousand dollars last time!" Lance smiled, and took out a cash check from his pocket and handed it to Zhen Fan. "It's the check I wrote. Hurry up and exchange it!"
"Twenty-five thousand dollars?" Zhen Fan looked at the number above, and then smiled, "You still remember that thing?"
"Of course, during this period, I have no free time to redeem it. Now it's fine, I can divide you half. I speak up, and of course I know that it is a pain to refuse such a large sum of money." Lance Laughing and led Zhen Fan towards the elevator.
"Well~EbookFREE.me~ Then... this money will become the expense of our journey!" Zhen Fan thought for a while, and did not reject Lance's kindness, waved the check in his hand and laughed. , "I will pay for the room here, and... the dinner is also mine, how about it?"
"Of course, I'm very willing!" Lance smiled.
"Where's Helena? Where did she go?" Zhen Fan looked around and didn't find Helena.
"I asked her to wait in the room, knowing that it costs a lot of money to open such three luxurious rooms!" Lance said with a grin, "but, fortunately, you will pay the bills now. Up."
Helena did wait in the room, she and Lance won the fight, and finally Lance opened three consecutive rooms as a compromise.
"I invite you to dinner, and then you take me to visit Washington at night!"
"The deal, but... I have to choose the restaurant!" Helena raised her hand, "If we want, we'll give a high-five!" As soon as the voice fell, Zhen Fan's palm fell on her hand, making a "pop" The sound. (To be continued...)