Mickey Friedman's face changed, his eyes fixed on Bai Lang, and said, "Who is this gentleman? What are you here to do?"

Just now Major Jet from the CIA provided him with a valuable information, of course, it was also for the sake of his nuggets. Read h-u-n-mix*h-u-n--Please remember

No matter how well Bai Lang disguised himself, he could not avoid the fact that he was a new face in this hotel.

It was just so unfortunate that Boeing's troubles also involved him.

The CIA blocked the hotel, but it actually had nothing to do with him and could not affect his actions.

But Lockheed's people came and everything changed.

Mickey Friedman sent Bai Lang into trouble with a small gold nugget.

The US Central Intelligence Information closed, but broke into Lockheed, a dog.

The perfect case of closing the door and letting the dog go, Bai Lang complained secretly. The only luckily was that as soon as he entered the hotel, the military officer of the embassy covered up his scent and other traces, otherwise the mechanical dog would rush in and bite people, instead of knocking on the door one by one like now.

It's so unlucky.

Boeing, which was in trouble, bites everywhere like a mad dog, tracking its four lost sixth-generation fighter experimental aircraft all over the world. In addition, Lockheed revealed that it lost important items, the two airlines were in big trouble at the same time, and even the US government had to pay attention to it. It is inevitable that there will be no conspiracy against the American aviation community.

If this is not the case, the hotel where the aviation expert group is located is Bailang's best hiding place.

But something incredible happened unexpectedly.

"My name is Wolf, hey! Can you give me a business card?"

Bai Lang appears to be generous, but his heart is almost jumping out of his heart. Although he works in the intelligence department and has received some training, he is still a large-scale combat weapon driver, not a 007 Bond-like figure.

Military Attendant?! Mickey Friedman looked disgusted. The embassy martial arts is almost synonymous with spies and has legal diplomatic immunity. What an annoying guy.

“As far as I know, there is a meal in your room, isn’t it to your liking?”

Mickey Friedman stared at Bai Lang, trying to find a flaw.

The meal was really suspicious. As soon as they entered this floor, the guy moved the room with a plate, which was obviously very suspicious.//-< Shuhaige >-//(shuhaigecom-< Shuhaige >-Full text)

Damn it! Bai Lang felt a little sad. There were two unfinished portions of food in his room and Major Mo, and he brought another meal to the room that had just been delivered to the meal. It was completely here without silver.

The portion of one portion is already quite large, and the portions added up by two portions may not be able to eat so much. Bai Lang's unintentional mistake was discovered by the careful Lockheed people.

Bai Lang only thought of giving all rooms one and using ordinary Western restaurant knives to cover up the Western restaurant knives made of "Fenrier" alloy. Even Lockheed's search personnel found it difficult to take the large number of hotel-style restaurant knives seriously, but he did not expect that he not only ate but also carried the behavior he accidentally exposed.

He turned around and smiled and said, "I sent it to my friend specifically. I had a small misunderstanding before. I personally delivered some food as my sincerity."

Bai Lang reminded himself in his heart that he must be calm and not be confused. Two portions of food will die, but I will not die. Brother, just treat it as a sacrifice for the people and even make up tomorrow's breakfast together.

His words are true and false, but they are also well-documented. No matter how others investigate, they can find out that this guy is a little unhappy with Lin Mo. If you say apologize or something, it is reasonable. But... is that right?" Mickey Friedman sneered, but he didn't believe it at all.

Steak, macaroni, snail soup, salad and other snacks, just one serving is enough for an adult white man to eat, two servings, hum, how big the appetite of this is to eat it, this excuse is too fake.

Is there anything in the food? Mickey Friedman's pupils shrank slightly, thinking he had caught the key points. He enjoyed this Sherlock Holmesian way of peeling off the opponent's various means to hit the opponent's confidence to the pleasure of completely collapse.

Perhaps the chairman will consider his hard work and contributions, and may be exempted from previous responsibilities and can also reward himself with a big red envelope.

The men of the Lockheed Operation Department heard the boss's sneer and slowly reached into their clothes. Although there was no killing weapon inside, there was a restricted weapon - the Taser electric stun gun. Even a cow would be knocked down. The more developed the muscles, the stronger the person, the more restrained the weapon.

Bai Lang turned his head and looked at Lin Mo with a begging gaze. Brother, you just obey.

In fact, even he himself didn't know such a reason, secretly brought some pranks of revenge. Xiaoyao, I won't hold you to death!

I can't beat you, I can't beat you, I can't escape you, I can't just use food to suffice you. If I can't suffice you, I will make you sad. As long as you make you feel bad, I will feel comfortable.

I have never forgotten my little care. Some of this trick is really natural. The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

"Hmph!" Mickey Friedman continued to sneer, and he said to Lin Mo: "Sir! Your appetite seems to be very good. Can you finish it all?"

As long as Lin Mo said no, he immediately dragged the guy who claimed to be Wolf out a hundred times. Humph, diplomatic military officer? As long as Lockheed casually talks about US national security, there are so many people in the government who can talk to China, and they just come out to practice.

He can't afford to offend this "Dragon Knight", which does not mean that he, who is called Liv, dares not move.

"Well! I have a good appetite, very good. He is here to add a meal to me." Lin Mo blinked and nodded unexpectedly.

Adding meals or something is stressful for Dragon Knight.

Mickey Friedman made a gesture of asking...

Forty minutes later, Mickey Friedman and his men walked out of Lin Mo's guest room with expressionless expression.

Not only were there cold sweat on their faces, but even their legs were weak. They did not complete the task, but witnessed a miracle.

The terrible monster, the terrible amount of food, not only did it take two extra-large portions of food to eat, but out of the same evil mentality as Bai Lang's subconscious, I hope that Mickey Friedman, who did not believe in evil, paid Lin Mo's extra meal out of his own pocket.

Unexpectedly, after delivering twenty servings of various large portions of food in a row, the other party went all out without blinking his eyes.

What hit them the most was that the other party actually touched his belly and was only 80% full!

"Mr. Friedman, do we want it..." A subordinate made a strong gesture to the supervisor. They often do such things, they can reason and use unreasonable money. They will intimidate money if they don't work. If they don't work, they will use some ruthless tricks. The action department does such dirty work.

"Shut up!" Mickey Friedman's face turned pale, and he quickly covered his mouth and pressed him to the wall, lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? You want to die, don't implicate others, and you don't think about it. Is it a dish that you can fiddle with so many soldiers?"

When the other subordinates heard this, they nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice.

Intake is often proportional to physical fitness, especially for people who don’t show obesity at all. Either the nutritional absorption rate is low or it turns into very terrible physical fitness. Provoking the latter is indeed no different from seeking death. No wonder Mitch Friedman saw the other person like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Scary guy!"

Bai Lang didn't know how he got out. He touched his chest and was still alive. He still vaguely remembered that he still quietly hid the special Western restaurant knife in his sleeves, but his mind was filled with tableware piled up like hills, which was obviously scared.

Lockheed's men found nothing, even though the "Fenrier" alloy they tried every means to recover was near, but they were not interested in packing up a lot of tableware.

All the food was eaten clean by Lin Mo, the soup bowls were drunk, and nothing was hidden. The men brought by Mickey Friedman retreated in a daze, began to search for other rooms, and continued to start their destined action that was destined to be unreaped.

In fact, just use the detector to scan the stack of tableware, they can immediately hear the harsh alarm sound they have always dreamed of, but unfortunately they are not convinced.

Lin Mo wiped his mouth with a wet wipe and drank the black tea after the meal. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes firmly locked the position of Bai Lang's left wrist leaving his back.

"Reported, a Chinese aviation expert applied to go out! It was the fierce guy who wanted to go to Los Angeles, because he was participating in a cosplay performance of his college classmates. According to investigation, Los Angeles does have such a public welfare free performance."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeter, who had been standing at the door of the hotel, was responsible for the blockade and investigation, and heard the report of an agent in his ear, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Although the hotel is blocked and it is strictly prohibited to enter and exit without authorization, it does not mean that entering and exit are prohibited. You need to apply for and approve permission in advance to enter and exit.

Someone's application to go out made him more alert. Now the wind is in a panic and the plants are all soldiers. You can't let go of any suspicious things. When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Perhaps it is better to set up a long line to catch big fish. Lieutenant Colonel Jet made a decision quickly.

Pressing the headphones, his eyes turned and said in a deep voice: "Approval, Paropam and Uda are responsible for tracking, and ask him if he wants a vehicle to take him there. Remember, add two more groups of people to him, don't lose it."

"Yes, Major Jett." The agent's voice came out of his headphones.

Thank God, I really hope to get some clues. Lieutenant Colonel Jet pulled his collar. The cold wind in the early morning was still a bit bit biting, and the moon and stars were sparse in the night sky. Today should be a good day.

ps: It's the end of the month, everyone understands it. (To be continued) rq
Chapter completed!