Hello, Mr. Major General

Huo Shaoheng suffered a bit of skin trauma in the explosion that night. Although it was not serious, because he planned to assassinate Sean, the skin trauma was not treated in time and worsened.

He has been recuperating in the apartment for the past half month.

Because of the worsening infection of the wound, he had a high fever for a few days, but not to the point of being unconscious.

The hospital is definitely not allowed.

He knows very well that American hospitals are obliged to report to the police department for injuries caused by gunshot wounds, burns, and explosions.

As soon as he goes to the hospital, he will expose his condition.

He cannot let those people know that he is injured.

Besides, it was not a serious injury.

When they go out to perform tasks, they all carry various special anti-inflammatory drugs specially made by the Special Operations Department.

A man who was training in an apartment and changing his dressing on time, his wound healed quickly.

This time the gauze is removed and there is no need to wrap it up again.

He looked in the mirror, and there were a few more scars on his strong abdominal muscles, which he couldn't see without looking carefully.

This injury was nothing. He calmly threw the gauze into the stainless steel trash can, opened the lighter, burned all the gauze, and poured the ashes into the toilet to flush away.

After finishing everything, I was a little tired, so I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest.

With one arm resting on his forehead, covering his eyes, the sunlight coming in from the window was a bit dazzling.

He knows very well that for him and his comrades in arms, if the mission fails, there is only one way, which is death, the body is destroyed, and even the ashes are not found.

His position is even more different. This is an industry that only allows success, not failure.

This time he was betrayed and fell into the trap of others because of his negligence.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, turned the light into darkness, and escaped the enemy's pursuit all the way, and turned against the army to win a strong helping hand for himself.

Half a month has passed since he removed Sean.

Huo Shaoheng did not send out any more, but patiently waited for his training in his high-end apartment in New Jersey.

Counting the time, James has been in the position of director of the CIA's Asia Intelligence Department for almost half a month.

If he guessed correctly, James should have tried to contact him.

Huo Shaoheng cleaned himself up, put on a black Ralph-Lauren Polo, khaki slacks, big sunglasses, and a tennis bag with him, and drove a rented Mercedes SUV to Long Island, New York.

The contact point he agreed with James was at Tan Guiren’s villa on Long Island, New York. He told Mr. Gu and explained this to Tan Guiren.

Of course, he deliberately gave Tan Guiren this news, and intentionally did not leave Tan Guiren's contact information.

So when James contacted Tan Guiren to find him, Tan Guiren would definitely want to send the letter to him, but without his contact method, he could only ask her parents in China for the letter.

Huo Shaoheng wanted to use this method to stimulate the domestic traitor who betrayed him, because he judged that this traitor must have something to do with the person who encouraged the Tan family.

If it weren't for this person, the Tan family would not have the heart to ask the military high-level Huo Shaoheng to come to New York to save people.

As long as the people behind the Tan family surfaced, the whereabouts of the traitor would not be far away.

I waited for half a month just to let this matter have time to ferment in China.

And when he keeps not showing up, the other party will be anxious, and only when he is in a hurry will he faint and expose himself.

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New York was very hot in mid-August, and the incandescent sunlight dazzled people.

As he drove past the seaside road on Long Island, Huo Shaoheng looked around vigilantly.

There was a device for detecting radio monitoring equipment in the car, but when I drove all the way, there was no response at all.

He remembered that when he came last time, there were still many CIA agents who were monitoring the Tan family in secret.

Parked his car near the tennis court in the villa area, Huo Shaoheng went to play a few indoor tennis games and observed the surrounding situation before he came to Tan Guiren's villa and rang the doorbell.

A middle-aged woman in her forties who looked like a maid came over and asked, "Who do you look for?"

"Look for Miss you, just say Mr. Gu is visiting." Huo Shaoheng smiled slightly, and the tennis racket in his hand came across and knocked twice on his palm.

When Tan Guiren heard that "Mr. Gu" was coming, he moved in his heart and quickly put on his shoes and got up and ran out.

Seeing Huo Shaoheng's tall figure standing in front of the iron gate, Guiren Tan suddenly felt a little wet in his eyes.

In the past half month, Tan Guiren was anxious to death.

She contacted her parents in China and asked them to find out how to contact Huo Shaoheng.

In the end, she did find Huo Shaoheng's phone number and e-mail address, but no matter she called or sent emails, she fell silent and heard nothing.

She almost avoided her on purpose after Huo Shaoheng...

Unexpectedly, he finally appeared.

Guiren Tan walked over quickly, opened the iron gate, and said softly, "Are you here?"

A faint smile appeared on Huo Shaoheng's calm face, "Miss Tan, excuse me."

"You are polite." Tan Guiren said hurriedly, "Come in, I have been looking for you. But you haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know your contact method, so I am in a hurry. Fortunately you are here again."

Huo Shaoheng smiled at the door and greeted Tan Guiren, and said: "Come to play tennis with friends, and come and see you. How about? Is it safe to live here? Why don't you return home?" Then he asked her, "What are you looking for? thing?"

With a relaxed attitude, Tan Guiren's uneasy heart finally settled down.

She looked around, approached Huo Shaoheng, and whispered: "Someone sent a letter to'Mr. Gu'."

Huo Shaoheng understood that James should have sent it. He nodded, "Can you please show me Miss Tan?"

"Come in, are you still in a hurry?" Tan Guiren's face was slightly red, with a few beads of sweat on his nose.

There was a touching delicateness on Porcelain White's face, but it was a pity that the man opposite seemed puzzled.

Huo Shaoheng looked at the tree-lined trees beside the road, "...My friend is still waiting for me."

"All right." Tan Guiren was a little disappointed, "I'll get you the letter."

Handing the letter into Huo Shaoheng's hands, Guiren Tan, who has not been very talkative, said suddenly: "...Are you performing any special task?"

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Tan Guiren, and said quietly: "Well, don't tell others."

Professionally trained Huo Shaoheng knows that when you tell someone a "secret" and then tell that person not to tell others, it is the best way to spread the "secret".

What is the secret?

What is not said is the secret.

Whatever is said is not a secret, even if it is said to the tree hole.

How do you know that there are no ears in the tree hole?

Tan Guiren felt entrusted with a sense of sacredness. She held her hands on her chest and nodded very vigorously, "I will never tell anyone! I swear by my life!"

Huo Shaoheng: "..."

He lowered his eyes, glanced at James' letter quickly, and lightly dried it.

This is probably what James gave him as a "voting certificate"...

This is the second one.

A reminder of recommended tickets and monthly tickets!

muah!O(∩_∩)O~

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