Chapter 214： :A car accident

This rich man never eats for taste, but for business.

Although Tang Dao and Charlie didn't talk about many practical things, the atmosphere was still very good.

"Boss, check out."

"I'm here to invite you, this is Boston." Charlie said while holding Tang Dao, and the latter shrugged his shoulders and refused to fight him.

The white boss trotted over and calculated in his mind, "The total is 410 dollars, sir."

Charlie took out six green coins from his wallet, put them on the table, and stood up. Guy behind him pulled the stool away, and walked out of the restaurant side by side with Tang Dao. At the door, Tang Dao He stopped, turned his head and blinked at Lin Bei, "Call me if you have anything to do."

"Okay...okay."

The two of them didn't communicate much. Lin Bei watched his old classmate get into the luxury car with complicated eyes. Even he himself didn't know what he was thinking. It was just a short time since they met, and now they are getting rich!

"Hey, Kenny, this is yours." The white boss hid the green coin in his pocket, took out a 20 dollar bill and put it on the cash register, and pressed it with a cup. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he followed his gaze, More than a dozen bodyguards got into the car neatly, and said in an envious tone, "It's great to have money. By the way, you are classmates? That's really great. When you graduate from university, he can arrange a good job for you." Work, you have a higher starting point than your classmates."

He was very happy when he said this, and patted Lin Bei on the shoulder, who showed a forced smile.

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Langley, Virginia!

There is a badge hanging on the top of an ordinary building, a cross-eyed pulsatilla, with its head crooked and holding its wings, and a white shield in front of it. The sharp beak is a bit fierce, and it is written around the outside: " United States of America Central Intelligence Agency”

This is the headquarters of the CIA.

It can be seen that many people come and go in an orderly manner, collecting important intelligence from all over the world and news that may threaten the security of the homeland, and then grading and finally reporting layer by layer.

Isaiah. Hezlitt is an ordinary staff member of the CIA, and his task is to organize the news of those agents.

Not all the agents in the CIA, most of them are ordinary people, just like Isaiah, he has worked here for 2 years, he hates this kind of tedious and uninspiring job, he entered here after graduating from university Surprise, later on...

"Damn it, these idiots even want to report this?" He heard a black woman next to her scratch her head in a panic, and kicked the trash can away, and the pieces of paper rolled out of it in an instant. The scene is very common. After all, going to work is always irritating, especially this kind of job where you can see retirement at a glance when you come in.

Isaiah tipped his toes, and the swivel chair moved back a few steps. He tilted his head and saw the black woman took out a bottle from the drawer, poured two or three small pills from it, and stuffed it into her mouth. .

Is this rumored anxiety disorder true? Will I be like this in the future?

Isaiah swallowed, it was horrible!

The black woman suddenly seemed to have a sense, raised her head suddenly, and glared at him fiercely, so frightened that the former hurriedly pulled the table with both hands, and sat down quickly, for fear that the other party would come up and give him a big mouth.

Burying his head in front of the computer, pretending to be nonchalant, holding the mouse and clicking on the interface, not thinking here, he kept glancing at the side from the corner of his eye, just when an interface popped out, he subconsciously closed it, just now At a glance, it seems that there is a name written on the top box: "Nicholas."

This seems to be a message?

Isaiah hesitated for a moment, and then pretended it didn’t exist. The main reason was that I seemed to have deleted it just now. I wanted to find a professional to repair it. The black woman who passed by might not be able to give me a punch. Mania can kill.

"Isaiah, come here, come out with me." At this moment, the boss came out of the office and shouted.

"OK!"

The latter hurriedly responded, then turned off the computer screen, put the purse on the table under his arm, and chased after him.

As for the information just now?

Who saw it?

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Enter Yingjiang's territory as an "excellent" businessman named Tang Dao.

Sure to be watched.

After all, good people shine everywhere.

Even if you can't see your fingers in the Boston Theater, your whole body seems to be radiating light.

With his right hand resting on his chin, he listened to the choir singing above. The charm was very good. At this moment, the little angel sitting at the back leaned over, "Boss, we are being watched."

Tang Dao still had a calm face on his face, and even applauded at the end of the song on the stage, showing a faint smile, "Who?"

"I don't know, but it seems to be an official person."

"Then don't worry about them. However, I don't like being looked at like this. You can solve it."

The little angel nodded, straightened up and walked towards the back.

Ben Longfellow was not interested in this, so he yawned, just in time to see the back of the little angel, his eyes moved, and he said to Charlie that he was going to the bathroom, and he quickly followed.

"What's the matter, Mr. Nicholas?" asked Charlie.

Tang Dao pursed his lips and shook his head, "No, I just think the singing is great."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Charlie didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and continued to listen to the concert.

Ben Longfellow followed the little angel out of the theater, hid behind, and saw the latter find a staff member, then took out a $100 bill from his pocket, handed it to him and said something to the other party, the staff pinched Looking at the dollar, he nodded, opened the curtain and walked in, looking for a strong white man sitting at the back, "Sir, your car was hit outside, please go out and mediate."

"Been hit?" The white man frowned, glanced at Tang Dao in front of him, hesitated for a while, and walked out. As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw the little angel standing on the side with his arms folded, and his heart skipped a beat. , intending to go around pretending to be nonchalant, but the latter came over with someone and blocked in front of him.

"Wow! Fuck him!" Ben Longfellow hid aside and watched excitedly, thinking that a fight was about to happen.

But the little angel is a civilized person, holding hands together, "Sir, I'm sorry, I crashed your car, do you need compensation?"

The strong white man frowned, walked back to the window, and looked down. His Buick was parked quietly on the side of the road, and it was not damaged at all. His face sank, "Sir, my The car is fine, this joke is not funny at all, and I want to complain to you." This was finally said to the staff.

"Oh? Is it not broken? Wait a minute." The little angel frowned, took the phone from the employee behind him, reported a series of license plate numbers, and then hung up the phone smartly, "Sorry, just a moment."

As soon as the voice fell, a loud noise was heard downstairs!

The startled people all looked over, an Audi crashed into the middle of the Buick, pushing the other side onto the sidewalk, the passers-by on the road were obviously frightened, a little screamed, a person got off the Audi, and faced A gesture was made above.

"Look, it really hit you. Do you need to go to the insurance company? We have already called the police, and the police will come soon. If you want compensation, I will let my personal lawyer contact you."

Falk!

The strong white man immediately understood that the other party had already discovered his identity, and he was just using this method to drag himself.

Their identities are not suitable for exposure. They glared at the little angel and left without saying anything.

"Hey, sir, do I need to transport you to Langley? I'd like to pay the travel expenses."

Hearing this, the other party ran even faster, ran down the stairs in two or three steps, just in time to see the police car approaching, circled around and turned into the alley.

"First... sir, will he sue me?" The staff looked at him in a daze from the sidelines, his business was trembling.

"Don't worry, definitely not, that gentleman is a good man."

The little angel patted his shoulder and said softly.

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