Vol 2 Chapter 58: Old friend

"I am the messenger of God, then what are you?" Liu Yanzhi continued to ask.
"Perhaps... Moses?" The party patriotic jokingly said, "All mysteries will eventually have answers, but this process will be very long. From the beginning to the present, human beings have a superficial understanding of themselves, so there is no need to make a fuss. At least for now. , It’s not a bad thing. Using the traditional wisdom of the Chinese people, it’s a blessing, not a curse, or a curse that cannot be avoided. You are not the only one with superpowers in the world, so just steal it."
　　 Liu Yanzhi didn't get the answer, so he didn't think about it. The party patriotism was right. It is not a bad thing to have superpowers, just stealthily.
　　 The departure of the pillar still made him unhappy. Liu Yanzhi drove home in the smog. His mother was still thinking about what he said last time and asked him why he didn't bring the little brother back.
"He's gone." Liu Yan said straight. He was sitting at the dining table. The food at home was very simple. It could not be compared with the dazzling delicacies of the company canteen. But sitting with his mother would make him feel calm and watery. Vigorous historical events are just dreams.
　　 "On a business trip?" Mother helped Liu Yan add a bowl of rice and handed it over.
　　 "I have transferred to work elsewhere." Liu Yanzhi thought of Zhuzi again, reluctant to say more, bowed his head to eat.
"You should also find someone." The mother changed the subject and said while knitting a sweater, "The boss is not young, and he is already 40 years old. Whose daughter is willing to marry you, I will ask an old colleague to help you introduce one. Divorced, how about going to meet next Sunday?"
Lin Su’s face appeared in Liu Yanzhi’s mind. It was his wife, his wife in another time and space, and perhaps his own children. In the near future, he must return to 1900 to pick up their wives. People are reunited, live with He Meimei, or simply take my old lady to ancient times, lest the end of the world is inevitable. Judging from the current situation, several crossings have not achieved the desired effect, and the end may come. Sex is getting higher and higher.
　　 He was thinking about it, watching TV with his mother for a while. He rested early, but he couldn't sleep in bed. First he thought about Lin Su, then became the face of Zhen Yue, and then became Guan Lu...
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Early in the morning, in the Cuiwei Mountain Nature Reserve, a man with a baseball hat with a low brim took out a small quadcopter drone from the trunk of a cross-country motorcycle and took off with his tablet remotely. The drone traveled far away. Stop flying away.
　　 The drone is equipped with a camera, which can transmit video in real time. The man carefully controls it, flying under the cover of the bushes, his fingers are flexible and his movements are soft. He is obviously good at this.
There are several high-voltage transmission towers on Cuiwei Mountain. This design may not seem strange to ordinary people, but it is unusual in the eyes of professionals. The cost of erecting iron towers on the mountain can be much higher than that on flat ground, and these transmission towers It is not owned by the State Grid, but belongs to the Antai Consortium’s own power plant, so it has to be reminiscent of the mountains that require large amounts of electricity.
　　 During World War II, the Manhattan Project, which developed the atomic bomb, also consumed a lot of electricity.
When the gyroplane approached the target, this remote-controlled drone was not a toy bought on Taobao, but a commercial intelligence device disguised as a toy. There was even a stealth coating on the fuselage, which was similar to the coating on the early model F117 stealth bomber fuselage. The layers are exactly the same, which can prevent radar exposure, the electric motor has very low noise, and the camouflage coating is not easy to detect by the camera and human eyes.
　　 Suddenly the man saw a group of black shadows appearing on the tablet computer, and the ferocious falcon was approaching quickly. He quickly reacted, put away the computer, put on a helmet, and ran on the motorcycle.
The security system around the crossing station is top-notch. Not to mention that such commercial-grade equipment cannot fly in. Even the CIA-specific spy equipment disguised as a wasp is also inaccessible. The rotorcraft triggers the infrared alarm, the robotic stalker dispatches, and the rotor As soon as the plane's wings hit, the security guards also came out.
　　 The man riding a motorcycle galloped on the highway. He glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. Three off-road vehicles clung to him. It seemed that he could not escape. He took the car with one hand and took out the phone to call the police.
There will be security checkpoints on the roads out of the city. Police are on duty. The motorcycle stops in front of the checkpoint. The man takes off his helmet, shows off his blue passport, and says to the police in proficient Chinese: "I am an American citizen, I suspect Someone wants to kidnap me."
　　 The man with his helmet off his head was covered with white hair and age spots on his face, but his skills were still as vigorous as a young man.
　　 The police responded quickly and asked him where the kidnapper was.
　　 "It's them." The man pointed behind him. Three Omi-licensed off-road vehicles approached at high speed. They braked abruptly. Several men in black jumped out of the vehicle and demanded that the old man be taken away.
　　 "Which unit do you belong to?" When the police saw them aggressively, they did not dare to make a mistake.
　　 "From the Security Bureau." A man showed his ID. "This man is suspected of being a spy."
"They are not from the security department. I suggest you verify their identities. I am a U.S. citizen and I have the right to notify the U.S. consulate." The old man said to the police without panic. He looked up at the cameras. Important intersections, with densely packed cameras. It is impossible to catch secretly.
　　 The bayonet police didn't dare to neglect, they really planned to verify the identity of the security agents, but those in black didn't insist anymore and got in the car and left.
　　 The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said to the policeman, "Thank you, goodbye."
　　 "Wait, your passport and driving license." The police stopped him.
The name on the passport was Benjamin Cook, an American citizen, but he did not have a Chinese driver’s license. He violated traffic laws and was driving without a license. The police notified the Foreign Affairs Office of the Municipal Bureau in accordance with the regulations and reported Benjamin Cook and him in accordance with the law. Of motorcycles are temporarily suspended.
One hour later, a staff member from the Foreign Affairs Office of the City Bureau and the U.S. Consulate in Omi came to the bayonet and took Benjamin Cook away. After a review, he did not have any illegal facts other than driving without a license. The officers gave him a critical education and then issued a fine.
　　 Benjamin Cook regained his freedom. Accompanied by the consulate staff, he returned to the Four Seasons Hotel where he was staying. He turned on his computer without taking a break and sent emails to friends in the Langley Building, using a confidential mailbox of course.
　　 "Jerry, do you remember the Montauk Plan..." Benjamin Cook typed, excited and nervous.
　　 At the same time, a video was playing on the Dang Paiguo computer. He looked at the old man on the screen in surprise, called Liu Yanzhi and others in, and played it again.
　　 "Fuck, isn't this Lao Lin!" Lei Meng blurted out.
　　 "He is old, he is in his 70s this year, right." Yu Han Chao said.
　　 "What is he doing?" Liu Yanzhi was very wary.
　　 "Come to us~EbookFREE.me~ to cross the cabin." Party patriotic eyebrows twisted into the word "Chuan", "I don't know if he is a personal act or on behalf of the CIA."
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In the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel, a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes went through the entry formalities. His room happened to be next to Mr. Benjamin Cook. He entered the room, immediately opened the suitcase, took out the screwdriver, and opened the cover of the ventilation duct. A dark-colored earthworm-like object made of metal was taken out of the box and put it into the vent nozzle.
　　 The metal worm can crawl slowly. Its head is a rotating camera. It smoothly crawls into the ventilation duct of the next room, looks at the guests in the room from the top of the wall, and transmits the video to the computer in the next room.
Our country’s anti-secret agencies did not eat for nothing. Benjamin Cook used to work for the US Central Intelligence Agency and was a veteran veteran spy. The National Security Department has known this for a long time, but this person has retired for many years and does not pose a threat. Taking first-level measures, I did not expect that the old guy really got into trouble. The case was reported to the Central Department through the Security Bureau. Since the Antai consortium was involved, Ma Fengfeng was in charge.
"Cuiwei Mountain is really mysterious." Ma Fengfeng rubbed his chin and stared at Benjamin Cook on the screen. The old American spy was browsing the Google satellite map on his computer. He was using the premium paid version and he could see the latest images. With the sliding of the mouse, the image freezes on the nature reserve office on the top of Cuiwei Mountain.
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