Huo Shaoheng's abdomen had suffered a minor injury from the explosion that night. Although it wasn't serious, it had worsened because he had planned to assassinate Sean.
He had been recuperating in his apartment for the past two weeks.
Because the wound had become infected, he had a high fever for a few days, but it wasn't to the point of losing consciousness.
He definitely couldn't go to the hospital.
He knew very well that American hospitals had the obligation to report injuries caused by gunshots, burns, and explosions to the police.
Once he went to the hospital, his condition would be exposed.
He couldn't let those people know that he was injured.
Moreover, it wasn't a serious injury.
When they went out on missions, they always brought special anti-inflammatory drugs made by the Special Operations Forces.
Recuperating alone in his apartment and changing his dressing on time, his wound healed quickly.
This time, he didn't need to wrap it up again after removing the gauze.
He looked in the mirror and saw that there were a few more scars on his strong abdominal muscles. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to see them.
These injuries were nothing. He calmly threw the gauze into the stainless steel trash can and used a lighter to burn the gauze before flushing the ashes into the toilet.
After cleaning everything up, he was a little tired and lay on the sofa to rest.
One arm was draped over his forehead to cover his eyes. The sunlight coming in through the window was a little dazzling.
He knew very well that for him and his comrades, if they failed the mission, there would only be one outcome — death. Their bodies would be destroyed, and not even their ashes would be found.
His position was even more different. This was an industry where only success was allowed, not failure.
This time, he was betrayed and fell into someone else's trap. It was his negligence.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and hid in the shadows to escape the enemy's pursuit. He even turned the tables and won himself a powerful ally.
Half a month had passed since he had gotten rid of Sean.
Huo Shaoheng didn't make another move. Instead, he patiently waited in his high-end apartment in New Jersey to recuperate.
Calculating the time, James had been the director of the CIA's Asian Intelligence Division for almost half a month.
If he guessed correctly, James should have tried to contact him.
Huo Shaoheng tidied himself up and changed into a black Ralph Lauren polo, khaki slacks, large sunglasses, and a tennis bag. He drove the rented Mercedes-Benz SUV to Long Island, New York.
He and James had agreed to meet at Tan Guiren's villa in Long Island, New York. He told Mr. Gu about it and also explained it to Tan Guiren.
Of course, he had purposely given Tan Guiren this information and purposely didn't give her a way to contact him.
That way, when James contacted Tan Guiren to look for him, Tan Guiren would definitely have to think of a way to deliver the letter to him. But without his contact information, she could only ask her parents back in the Empire.
Huo Shaoheng wanted to use this method to provoke the traitor who had betrayed him because he was certain that this traitor had something to do with the people who had instigated the Tans.
If it wasn't for this person, the Tans wouldn't have tried so hard to get Huo Shaoheng to personally come to New York to rescue them.
As long as the person behind the Tan family surfaced, the traitor's whereabouts would not be far away.
He waited for half a month so that this matter would have time to ferment in the country.
However, if he didn't show himself, the other party would be anxious. Anxious, the other party would make a stupid move and expose himself.
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It was the middle of August in New York, and the incandescent sunlight made people dizzy.
As he drove along the seaside road in Long Island, Huo Shaoheng cautiously observed his surroundings.
There was a device in the car to detect radio surveillance equipment, but there was no response at all on the way here.
He remembered that the last time he was here, there were still many CIA agents monitoring the Tans, both openly and secretly.
He parked the car near the tennis court in the villa area and played a few rounds of indoor tennis. After observing the surroundings, he finally arrived at Tan Guiren's villa and rang the doorbell.
A middle-aged woman in her forties who looked like a maid walked over and asked, "May I ask who you are looking for?"
"I'm looking for your mistress. Just tell her that Mr. Gu is here to visit." Huo Shaoheng smiled slightly and knocked the tennis racket against his palm twice.
Tan Guiren's heart skipped a beat when she heard "Mr. Gu" had arrived. She quickly put on her shoes and ran out.
Seeing Huo Shaoheng's tall figure standing in front of the iron gate, Tan Guiren suddenly felt her eyes moisten.
Tan Guiren had been worried sick for the past half a month.
She had contacted her parents in the Hua Xia Empire and asked them to find Huo Shaoheng's contact information.
In the end, they did find Huo Shaoheng's phone number and email address, but no matter how she called or emailed, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean.
She almost thought that Huo Shaoheng was purposely avoiding her from now on …
She hadn't expected him to finally appear.
Tan Guiren quickly walked over and opened the iron gate. She said quietly, "You're here?"
A faint smile appeared on Huo Shaoheng's calm face. "Miss Tan, sorry to disturb you."
"You're welcome," Tan Guiren quickly said. "Come in quickly. I've been looking for you. But you haven't been here for a long time, and I didn't know your contact information. I was worried. Luckily, you're here again. "
Huo Shaoheng greeted Tan Guiren with a smile at the door and said, "I came to play tennis with a friend and dropped by to see you. How are you? Is it safe to stay here? Why aren't you back in the Hua Xia Empire? "He then asked her," Why are you looking for me? "
His relaxed attitude finally calmed Tan Guiren's uneasy heart.
She looked around and moved closer to Huo Shaoheng. She whispered, "Someone sent a letter to 'Mr. Gu.'"
Huo Shaoheng knew it was probably from James. He nodded. "Can I trouble Miss Tan to show it to me?"
"Come in. Are you in a hurry?" Tan Guiren's face was slightly red, and a few beads of sweat formed on the tip of her nose.
Her porcelain face had a kind of touching delicacy, but unfortunately, the man in front of her didn't seem to be romantic.
Huo Shaoheng folded his hands behind his back and looked at the shady trees on the side of the road. "My friend is still waiting for me."
"Alright then." Tan Guiren was slightly disappointed. "I'll go get the letter for you."
She handed the letter to Huo Shaoheng. Tan Guiren, who usually didn't speak much, suddenly said, "Are you on a special mission?"
Huo Shaoheng was speechless.
He looked up at Tan Guiren and said calmly, "Yes. Don't tell anyone else."
The professionally trained Huo Shaoheng knew that telling someone a "secret" and then asking them not to tell anyone else was the best way to spread that "secret."
What was a secret?
What wasn't said was a secret.
Anything that was said wasn't a secret, even if it was said to the tree hole.
How did you know there wasn't a pair of ears on the other side of the tree hole?
Tan Guiren felt a sacred sense of being entrusted. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and nodded very hard. "I definitely won't tell anyone! I swear on my life! "
Huo Shaoheng was speechless.
He lowered his eyes and quickly read James' letter. He was slightly surprised.
This was probably James' "proof of loyalty" to him …
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