Hello, Mr. Major General

This white woman in a Chanel dress was surrounded by two Mexican-looking chubby middle-aged women who were supposed to be her nanny and maid, helping her carry big bags of trophies she had just shopped.

Not long after the group walked, the baby cried from the stroller. The woman put down the little girl she was holding and bent over to look at the child in the stroller.

The two middle-aged Mexican women stopped and stood by and looked around, attracted by the famous shops on the street.

The little girl who had just been put down looked only three or four years old. She turned her head and saw a clown holding a balloon smiling at her across the street. She also giggled, swaying away from her relatives and nanny, and heading across the street. Trot over.

The clown was a gimmick for soliciting customers from the store across the street. Seeing the little girl running over, he was very friendly to her and gave her a yellow hydrogen balloon.

The happy little girl ran back holding the balloon rope. Just then, a sudden car roar roared from the other end of Fifth Avenue.

The little girl was frightened at once, unable to move in the middle of Fifth Avenue, and watched several black Cadillacs rush over!

On a summer afternoon in New York, on Fifth Avenue, the busiest and busiest in New York City, the skyscrapers on both sides towered into the clouds, even blocking part of the sun.

The aggressive Cadillac approached, and pedestrians screamed and avoided.

There was only a scared little girl in a warm yellow pettiskirt, holding a yellow balloon standing in the middle of Fifth Avenue, eye-catchingly dazzling.

"Mary! Mary! Help! Please-help!" The woman who stooped to pick up the baby in the stroller finally found her little daughter ran to the middle of Fifth Avenue, standing low, and those Cadys Rack rushed straight towards her!

Not only rushed over, but at this time there was also the sound of pounding gunfire on Fifth Avenue.

From the Cadillac cars stretched out several arms with pistols and shot at each other.

The pedestrians on the side of the road immediately understood.

This is the New York gangs fighting with guns!

Old New Yorkers know that Cadillac is almost standard for gangsters...

In recent days, New York City is full of military and police, trying to catch the so-called "Chinese kidnappers."

However, the New York gang suffered heavy losses. They agreed that it was the New York police who deliberately attacked their forces in the name of searching for "Chinese kidnappers."

So the gangsters who have been suffocated these days are finally going to let go of their guts and do it again today!

Huo Shaoheng had already avoided the phone booth on the side of the road as soon as he heard the sound of cars, and the scared little girl was right in front of him!

He stared at the panicked little girl for a second. She was faster than he thought, and she had rushed out of the phone booth.

The arm rested on the hood of a BMW parked on the side of the road, his long legs leaped over the front of the car like a hurdle, and ran towards the middle of Fifth Avenue.

Just bending over to pick up the little girl, the black Cadillac had already rushed over from three lanes.

Huo Shaoheng's figure flickered, avoiding the two cars on the side, but could not avoid the third one coming from the front!

He only had time to hug the little girl and roll on the spot, lying on the ground almost flat, tightly holding the little girl in his arms.

Pedestrians hiding around and watching exclaimed. Some even covered their eyes, and couldn't bear to see the tragic sight of the two being buried under the wheel.

The Cadillac that rushed forward didn't even think about stopping, so it drove straight over Huo Shaoheng's back.

The car rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, but Huo Shaoheng, who everyone thought had been crushed under the car, quickly rolled to a safe place on the street with the little girl in his arms.

He hugged the little girl and got up, put her in front of the rushing woman, and left Fifth Avenue without saying a word.

The woman in the Chanel suit was so pleasantly surprised that she hugged her daughter and cried. When she looked up again, she found that the man who had rescued her daughter had gone without a trace.

Moved inexplicably, she looked around and found that there was a camera at the entrance of the store, facing the direction of Fifth Avenue.

The woman hurriedly walked into the store and asked them to give her the video. She could pay for it, because she wanted to find this kind person and personally thank him for saving her daughter's life.

But when she entered the store’s central control room and saw the video just now, she found that the angle at which the man was saving the man was just the blind spot of the camera. The camera only recorded the images of Cadillac driving over and driving away. Cadillac's license plate is invisible to the man who saved the life just now.

"It's a pity..." The woman shook her head and left the store disappointedly.

But in a room on the opposite high-rise building, there are more than a dozen high-power cameras that record all the scenes on this avenue.

In fact, all the main roads in New York City are equipped with such tight cameras, just to find the trace of Huo Shaoheng as much as possible.

...

Fifteen minutes later, in the building of the New York branch of the American CIA, a handsome blond man wearing a black suit was sitting behind his desk and staring at the passing video footage.

He stroked the perfectly lined jaw thoughtfully and smiled slightly.

"James, bring me a cup of coffee in." The man paused, put his feet on the desk, held the back of his head back, and looked at the direction of the office door with a smile.

After a while, the office door was pushed open, and a white man in his 40s and 50s gave him a cup of coffee with a bitter face.

"Director Sean, this is your coffee." He put the coffee on the desk respectfully, and secretly glanced up at the young man, his eyes flashed with envy.

The young man Sean was only in his early thirties and was already half a level higher than his level.

James spent most of his life in the CIA, and he was promoted to deputy director when he was almost fifty. Originally thought he would be promoted to director of the Asian Intelligence Department this year, but a particularly famous person was parachuted over here, Sean.

Sean graduated with a bachelor's degree and a master's degree in intelligence from the authentic West Point Military Academy. Later, he joined the CIA and went to work in Europe for a few years. When he came back, he was already a rising star of the CIA and directly became the vacant Director of the Asian Intelligence Department.

Although a little unhappy, Sean is really capable. James feels that he is not as good as others, but he is still a little unhappy with Sean's always using him as a servant.

Sean took a sip of the coffee and frowned, "Why put milk and sugar? Redo, I don't like this taste. I want original black coffee! I can't remember how many times I have said it! You are dementia Yet?!"

James was almost crying, and went out with hate to make another cup of original black coffee and put it in front of Sean.

Sean took another sip before drinking it with satisfaction.

Putting down the coffee cup, Sean still cocked his feet, resting on the desk, he triumphantly asked James: "Did you see this video? Any ideas?"

James took a look and saw a video of a white man saving someone from Fifth Avenue. He folded his hands cramped and said, "I...I think this man is brave, very powerful, and very kind, he Saved the little girl, didn't you?"

"That's it?" Sean tilted a pair of jewel-like blue eyes and looked up and down James, "Tsk tsk, no wonder you are an old man and a deputy. With your eyes, letting you be a deputy is to praise you. You. You should serve tea and serve as a cleaner! You should not be a CIA agent!"

humiliation!The cliff is humiliation!

James was trembling with anger, glaring at Sean, his hands clenched into fists, but motionless, he didn't dare to do anything to Sean.

Although Sean and James didn't work for a long time, they had already figured out the character of this little-spoken old man.

It's just a bored who can't make a fart with three sticks!

Sean sneered, shook his head and said, "Are you angry? Not convinced, right? I'll make you convinced!"

Sean said, reopened the video and played it to James, "Look at his skill, leaning across the front of the car with one hand, hugging the little girl, rolling and lying flat on the spot, shrinking herself under the car chassis. Don’t you find this kind of judgment, this kind of angle, this kind of action 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 "Ha", "James, are you laughing at me? What qualifications do you have to laugh at me! I am acting upright and you acting as a deputy because I can see what you can't see!" , He pointed to the computer screen, "Look, he jumps with one hand, and rolls on the spot to avoid the rushing vehicle. It's a standard soldier action!"

"Soldier?!" James suddenly raised his head, "What kind of soldier? I don't remember our soldiers doing this kind of action!"

Before joining the CIA, James was a veteran of the US Army.

Sean laughed and slapped the tabletop, "Of course it's not our soldiers, but the soldiers of the Chinese Empire! And it's the standard action of their special forces!"

James' heart jumped sharply. He looked at Sean in surprise, his tone unconsciously becoming respectful: "Do you know this too?!"

"Of course, since I took over the Asian Intelligence Department of the CIA, my focus has been Huo Shaoheng, the mysterious major general of the Chinese Empire. I have collected all the news and videos since he joined the army. Do you want to see how he studied under Israel back then? A training clip of the founder of Mossad?"

"You can get this too? You are so amazing." James looked at Sean in admiration, "You say yes, I obey you unconditionally."

Sean laughed louder.

He finally subdued James, the deputy director of the CIA's Asian Intelligence Department, an old oilman. As long as his backbone was interrupted, the entire Asian Intelligence Department of the CIA would bow to him in the future.

This is the first one.

Remind everyone of the monthly and recommended tickets!

There will be a change at seven in the evening.

O(∩_∩)O~.