Only by personally taking care of this Major General from the Huaxia Empire would no longer be questioned by others. Only then would he be able to win the respect and trust of these veteran CIA agents.
To be a leader, he first had to prove that he had the ability to control his subordinates, and this ability came from using his own abilities to make his subordinates submit wholeheartedly.
To deal with these people, it was useless to rely on glib talk, because they themselves were experts in glib talk.
The only effective way was to convince them with true abilities.
Sean left the office and called his security team over. "I'm going on a secret mission for the next few days, so it's not convenient for me to bring so many people with me. You guys stay here for the next few days and monitor everyone in this division. If there's anything out of the ordinary, you must inform me immediately."
"Yes, sir!" The security team replied in unison and immediately assigned tasks to monitor the entire Asian Intelligence Division.
Unfortunately, they were security personnel, and the people from the Asian Intelligence Division were all masters of secret surveillance. The security personnel's methods were nothing in the eyes of the agents from the Asian Intelligence Division.
Therefore, they couldn't monitor them, but they were actually being monitored instead.
During lunch, a few agents from the Asian Intelligence Division sat next to James and muttered, "What are these people trying to do? Why are they watching us? Aren't they going to protect that cowardly brat? "
James knew they were talking about Sean, so he smiled and didn't say anything. He only took a bite of the burger in his hand and suddenly felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds so white, and the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. Everyone looked so pleasing to the eye. If it weren't for the fact that he had to cooperate with that person, he would have wanted to buy the security team members who were secretly monitoring them a cup of iced coffee …
The weather was getting hotter.
Huo Shaoheng felt the same way. After walking through the alleys filled with tall buildings in New York for a few days, he was so hot that he was about to start smoking.
Not far behind Huo Shaoheng, a sloppy man wearing a straw hat had been following him for a few days.
Huo Shaoheng hadn't returned to the high-end apartment he rented these days. Instead, he pretended to be a fugitive and only walked through the poorest, most chaotic, and easiest neighborhoods in New York to take advantage of.
Today, he came to Harlem, which couldn't compare to Fifth Avenue or the order of the Upper East Side, nor was it as luxurious and low-key as the high-end villa areas in Long Island.
The streets of Harlem were filled with all kinds of aggressive gang members. They would pull out their guns at the slightest disagreement. On average, there would be at least one gunfight every day. There were so many armed fights that even the police could not be bothered to deal with them.
Gunfights would only attract the attention of the police when there were casualties in large-scale gunfights.
At other times, he would be indifferent.
This was a real paradise for criminals.
The CIA and FBI had thought that Huo Shaoheng would be hiding here when they first started pursuing him. They had combed through the area like they were combing hair and destroyed many gangs. Because of this, the gang leaders were furious and thought that the police had an ulterior motive and were purposely trying to deal with them and their gang members.
That led to the black car racing on Fifth Avenue and the gunfight ten days ago. It was on that day that Huo Shaoheng saved the little girl from the gang gunfight.
Since that day, the US military and police gave up on searching Harlem and other high-crime areas and turned their attention to the high-end neighborhoods.
But they didn't expect Huo Shaoheng to appear in the most chaotic places again.
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Sean had been following Huo Shaoheng for a few days but still couldn't figure out where he was staying.
This person was too cunning and vigilant. There were a few times when Sean was about to make a move, but he managed to escape. It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
Sean's competitive spirit was completely aroused. He had been chasing after him without rest for the past few days and swore that he would kill him with his own hands!
Yes, his original goal was to capture him with his own hands. After the past few days, he realized that capturing Huo Shaoheng alive was an impossible task. If that was the case, then he would send him to hell!
Huo Shaoheng suddenly stopped in front of her and looked around. He was standing in front of a very old shop window, and she couldn't tell what he was looking at.
On the gloomy and old streets of Harlem, black people with unfriendly eyes strode past.
The walls between the shops were covered in colorful graffiti. No one knew who had done it or what it was about.
A few voluptuous black prostitutes in tight spaghetti straps, short hot pants, and ten-centimeter-high sandals were soliciting business on the street.
It was as if there were two basketballs hanging in front of his chest. His lips were painted red, and his black and shiny skin looked oily and a little dirty. His stiff hair was tied into countless small braids and tied into a ball at the back of his head.
They had cigarettes in their hands. When someone walked past them, they would whistle, laugh, and call out, "Handsome, do you want to play?"
No one paid them any attention, but they didn't get angry. They continued whistling and flirting with their next target. It didn't seem like men were hitting on them, but they were hitting on men.
Sean was so focused on the target in front of him that he didn't notice the black prostitutes on the side of the street. He didn't expect to be surrounded by them all of a sudden. They groped him all over. One of the black prostitutes saw how handsome he was and even offered to sleep with him for free …
Sean was furious. He pushed the black prostitutes away, but realized that Huo Shaoheng, who had been tailing him, had disappeared.
He had spent so much effort to find Huo Shaoheng's trail. He had even used some of James's informants to get clues, but he had lost him again after following him for a few days!
He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and quickly returned to his office at the CIA. He used the CIA's name to ask the Harlem police in New York to get the surveillance footage of this area today.
Although the Harlem police didn't care, they cooperated very quickly when the CIA wanted to get the surveillance footage.
Not long after, Sean got his hands on the surveillance footage of Harlem. He spent the whole night looking through all the surveillance footage.
This time, he felt that he had found where Huo Shaoheng was hiding.
It was a nondescript apartment building in Harlem.
There was a shop downstairs, and a six-story apartment upstairs. It was livable.
Sean carefully studied the surroundings of the apartment and finally locked onto a small building opposite the apartment building.
The small building only had three stories and was half the height of the apartment building Huo Shaoheng was in.
The two buildings stood opposite each other on Harlem's main street. The straight-line distance between the two was less than 100 meters, which was within the shooting range of his best sniper rifle.
Sean had always been praised as a natural-born marksman. When he was undercover in Europe, he had carried out many assassination missions and had never failed.
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