The Caucasian woman in the Chanel suit was flanked by two chubby middle-aged Mexicans. They were probably her nannies. They were helping her carry the bags of loot she had just bought.
Not long after they left, the sound of a baby crying came from the stroller. The woman put down the little girl she was carrying and bent over to look at the child in the stroller.
The two middle-aged Mexican women stopped and looked around. They were attracted by the famous shops on the street.
The little girl who had just been put down looked no older than three or four years old. She turned her head and saw a clown holding a balloon smiling at her across the street. She giggled and waddled away from her family and nannies, jogging across the street.
The clown was a gimmick for the shop across the street to attract customers. When it saw the little girl running over, it was very friendly and even gave her a yellow hydrogen balloon.
The overjoyed little girl grabbed the balloon rope and ran back. Just then, the roar of a car came from the other end of Fifth Avenue.
The little girl was shocked. She couldn't move in the middle of Fifth Avenue. She could only watch as a few black Cadillacs rushed over!
It was a summer afternoon in New York City. The skyscrapers on both sides of Fifth Avenue were so tall that they even blocked some of the sunlight.
The aggressive Cadillacs rushed over, and the pedestrians screamed and dodged.
There was only a little girl in a warm yellow puffy dress who was stunned. She stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue with a yellow balloon in her hand. She was eye-catching.
“Mary！ Mary！ Help! Somebody！ Please-help！” The woman who bent over to pick up the little girl in the stroller finally realized that her little girl was standing in the middle of Fifth Avenue with her head lowered. The Cadillacs were rushing straight at her!
Not only were they rushing over, but there was also the sound of gunfire on Fifth Avenue.
A few arms with pistols stretched out from the Cadillacs and shot at each other.
The pedestrians on the street immediately understood.
It was a gunfight between the New York gangs!
Old New Yorkers knew that Cadillacs were the standard of the gangs …
New York had been full of military police these days to catch the so-called "Chinese kidnappers."
However, the New York gangs had suffered heavy losses. They all believed that the New York police had purposely attacked their power in the name of searching for the "Chinese kidnappers."
Therefore, the gangsters who had been holding back for the past few days were finally going to let go of their courage and do something!
Huo Shaoheng had already hidden behind a phone booth on the side of the road the moment he heard the sound of the car, and the little girl was right in front of him!
He stared at the panicking little girl for a second, and his body moved faster than his thoughts. He rushed out from behind the phone booth.
His arm pushed against the hood of a BMW parked on the side of the road. His long legs leaped over the front of the car like he was jumping over a hurdle, and he ran to the middle of Fifth Avenue.
Just as he bent down to pick up the little girl, the black Cadillac had already rushed over from three lanes.
Huo Shaoheng's figure flashed and he avoided the two cars on the side, but he couldn't avoid the third car coming from the front!
He only had time to hug the little girl and roll on the ground. His whole body was almost flat on the ground, tightly protecting the little girl in his arms.
The pedestrians who had hidden around to watch the scene cried out in shock. Some people even covered their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic scene of the two people dying under the wheels of the car.
The Cadillac that rushed over didn't even think about stopping, and just drove straight over Huo Shaoheng's back.
The car rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, and Huo Shaoheng, who everyone thought had been crushed under the car, quickly rolled to the side of the street with the little girl in his arms.
He got up with the little girl in his arms and put her in front of the woman who had rushed over. Without saying a word, he quickly left Fifth Avenue.
The woman in the Chanel suit was so happy that she hugged her daughter and cried. When she looked up again, the man who had just saved her daughter had disappeared without a trace.
She was inexplicably touched. Looking around, she realized that there were cameras in front of the shops here, and they were facing in the direction of Fifth Avenue.
The woman quickly walked into the shop and asked them to give her the video just now. She was willing to pay for it, because she wanted to find this kind person and personally thank him for saving her daughter's life.
However, when she entered the central control room of the shop and saw the video, she realized that the angle from which the man had saved the girl happened to be in the camera's blind spot. The camera only recorded the images of the Cadillac coming and going. At most, it could only check the license plates of the Cadillac, but not the figure of the man who had just saved the girl.
"What a pity …" The woman shook her head and left the shop in disappointment.
In a room in the tall building opposite, there were more than a dozen high-powered cameras recording everything on this avenue.
In fact, all the main roads in New York City were equipped with such tight surveillance cameras, just to find traces of Huo Shaoheng.
…
15 minutes later, in the building of the American CIA's New York branch, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a black suit sat behind his desk, watching the video intently.
He thoughtfully stroked his perfectly chiseled jaw and smiled slightly.
"James, bring me a cup of coffee." The man pressed pause and put his feet on the desk. Holding the back of his head, he looked in the direction of the office door with a grin.
Not long after, the office door was pushed open. A white man in his late forties came in with a bitter expression and brought him a cup of coffee.
"Director Sean, here's your coffee." He respectfully placed the coffee on the desk and secretly glanced at the young man, envy flashing in his eyes.
This young man, Sean, was only in his early thirties and was already half a level higher than him.
James had been in the CIA for most of his life and had only been promoted to deputy director when he was almost 50. He had originally thought that he would be promoted to director of the Asian Intelligence Department this year, but in the end, a particularly famous person had appeared out of nowhere — Sean.
Sean had graduated from West Point Military Academy with a bachelor's and a master's degree in intelligence. After that, he had joined the CIA and worked in Europe for a few years. When he returned, he was already a rising star in the CIA and directly became the director of the Asian Intelligence Department.
Although he was a little unhappy, this Sean was really capable. James was ashamed that he wasn't as skilled as Sean, but he was still a little unhappy that Sean always ordered him around like a servant.
Sean took a sip of the coffee and furrowed his brows. "Why did you put milk and sugar in it? Redo it. I don't like the taste. I want plain black coffee! I can't remember it no matter how many times I tell you! Do you have Alzheimer's?! "
James was about to cry. He went out to make another cup of plain black coffee and placed it in front of Sean.
Sean tasted it again before drinking it with satisfaction.
Putting down the coffee, Sean still had his feet on the desk. He asked James proudly, "Did you see this video? What do you think? "
James glanced at it and saw that it was a video of a white man saving someone from Fifth Avenue. He clasped his hands together and said, "I … I think this person is very brave, very powerful, and very kind. He saved that little girl, didn't he?"
"That's it?" Sean looked James up and down with his sapphire blue eyes. "Tsk tsk, no wonder you're still a deputy at your age. With your foresight, it's already an honor for you to be a deputy. You should be a cleaner, serving tea, and pouring water for people! You shouldn't be a CIA agent! "
Humiliation! This was definitely humiliation!
James was so angry that his entire body was shaking. He glared at Sean and clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't move. He didn't dare do anything to Sean.
Although Sean hadn't worked with James for a long time, he already knew the personality of this old man of few words.
He was someone who couldn't even be hit three times with a stick!
Sean sneered and shook his head. "Are you angry? You don't like it, right? I'll make you like it! "
As Sean spoke, he replayed the video for James to see. "Look at his movements. He placed one hand on the hood of the car, crossed the front of the car, grabbed the little girl, rolled on the ground, and hid himself under the car's chassis. This kind of judgment, this kind of angle, this kind of movement, don't you think it's very familiar? "
"… Familiar? I just think he runs faster and has better luck, just like you, Mr. Sean. "James couldn't help but mock Sean.
Sean laughed. "James, are you mocking me? What right do you have to mock me? I'm the commander, and you're the deputy because I can see things you can't! " As he spoke, he pointed at the computer screen. "Look, he jumped with one hand and rolled on the ground to avoid the speeding car. It's all standard military movements!"
"Military?!" James looked up abruptly. "What military? I don't remember our military doing this! "
James had been a retired US military officer before joining the CIA.
Sean laughed and slammed the table. "Of course he's not our military. He's from the Hua Xia Empire! And it's the standard movement of their special forces! "
James' heart skipped a beat. He looked at Sean in shock, and his tone became respectful. "You know that too?!"
"Of course. Ever since I took over the CIA's Asian Intelligence Division, my main research subject has been the mysterious Major General Huo Shaoheng from the Hua Xia Empire. I've collected all the information and video recordings ever since he joined the military. Do you want to see the training footage of him learning from the founder of Israel's Mossad? "
"You can even get your hands on that? You're amazing. "James looked at Sean with admiration." If you say so, then so be it. I'll obey you unconditionally. "
Sean laughed even louder.
He had finally subdued the veteran Deputy Director of the CIA's Asian Intelligence Division, James. As long as he broke his backbone, the entire CIA's Asian Intelligence Division would bow to him in the future.
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