I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 880: Welcome to Nevada

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At six o'clock in the evening, Stephen stepped out of the CIA headquarters, entered the garage and took a black car. Just when he fastened his seat belt and inserted the key into the keyhole, a Jewish man in a trench coat opened the co-pilot's door and sat beside him.

"Is everything done?"

"The CIA will assist you."

The Jewish man's mouth twitched a smile.

"Congratulations, Mr. Stephen, your hatred is finally reported."

Steven snorted with his nose and did not respond, but the smile on his lips was still obvious.

"This is our heart." Then, the Jewish man put a card gently in the storage compartment behind the hanger, looking straight at him with a smile as if nothing had happened. Forward.

"I didn't help you for money." Stephen frowned slightly.

"But you have no reason to refuse, don't you?" the man said with a smile. "And your efforts are definitely worth the number."

Steven remained silent for a long time, and said nothing more.

The car drove through the bustling streets of Washington, DC, and the dotted lights reflected on the car ’s windshield. This is the center of the bustling world and the center of world power. The brightly dressed crowd and the unattainable floor are just fascinating to watch.

Stephen laughed suddenly.

Indeed, as the Jew said, he had no reason to refuse.

......

After returning to the embassy of the new country, Jiang Chen said goodbye to Lawrence and said good night to Xia Shiyu, who was still working, and returned to his room.

Zhu Yu followed in after him.

Xia Shiyu glanced at Jiang Chen's room and said nothing. Up to this position, her level has been able to access the secrets of some futuristic groups. Jiang Chen also told her about the next trip to Nevada without the FBI.

Although she was worried, she would not say anything to stop, just let him pay attention to safety and continue to focus on the matter at hand.

Closed the door behind him and asked Zhu Yu, who was responsible for his safety in the embassy.

"Let ’s go now?"

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his suit and shirt and threw it on the bed, his upper body muscles violently exposed to the little girl at the door.

Although the sharp-lined muscles have no explosive visual effect, they are full of restrained and tight tension. However, after some professional agent training, Zhu Yu only accelerated his heartbeat for two seconds, and there was no blushing heartbeat.

Jiang Chen took the bulletproof vest from Zhu Yu's hand and put it on his body. This vest, which is not much thicker than a shirt, is made of graphene material. Although the kinetic energy limit of the bullet is limited, it can effectively intercept all warheads outside the body.

Finally, a windbreaker was put on the outside. Jiang Chen took an 11-type pistol from Zhu Yu and put it in his pocket. Then he took out a K2 machine with an optical stealth module from the wardrobe The exoskeleton was skillfully worn on the body.

"The car is parked in the underground garage on two streets opposite the embassy. The coordinates are in your watch ... Do you really need our assistance?" Zhu Yu said hesitantly.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and clicked on the screen of the armguard, set all the parameters, and replied with a smile: "No, you are too worried."

"Aisha told me to tell you not to do dangerous things ... if there is an accident, please contact me immediately."

"I will ... yes, I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yu looked at Jiang Chen and asked.

"Emma Watson, an artist signed by Future Human Beings, someone is investigating her recently, I am curious who it is."

"It's easy." Zhu Yu said.

"It ’s up to you."

At the end of October, the sea breeze in Los Angeles had brought a little coolness, but it did not disperse the heat in the air. The night has long come, but the whole city is still immersed in the colorful neon, the nightlife rendered by the endless stream of lights, and everything has just begun.

Jiang Chen started the optical stealth, without attracting anyone ’s attention, and quietly left the embassy through the back door, and walked quietly past an FBI car. He could see the soot falling from the detective's fingertips, but he couldn't see him.

Ten minutes later, in a two-street underground garage separated from the embassy of the new country, a black off-road vehicle slowly drove onto the highway and merged into the traffic in Los Angeles. The FBI would not know that Jiang Chen, who was supposed to be staying in the embassy of the new country at this moment, was already on a buggy to Nevada.

I haven't driven myself for a long time, but Jiang Chen didn't feel very rusty when he held the steering wheel.

The mechanical exoskeleton has been taken off by him and placed in the co-pilot ’s backpack.

In order to avoid being detained by the traffic police, Jiang Chen did not speed up the car even if he was driving out of downtown Los Angeles. Now the entire United States thinks that he stays in the embassy. If he is detained by the traffic police more than ten kilometers away, there will be a lot of unnecessary troubles.

If you keep your current speed and do not stop halfway, you should be able to reach Nevada in five hours.

Jiang Chen opened the hologram and made a rough estimate. When he arrived at Area 51 in southern Nevada, it should be exactly 4 o'clock in the morning. Of course, it is impossible for him to drive in and rush in directly. Resting in the nearby town for a whole day, it is a better choice to dive in after the next night.

After leaving Los Angeles, the traffic was unusually smooth, and the scenery on both sides also changed from a high-rise building into a desert desert dune. In order to understand boredom, Jiang Chen reached out and turned on the radio station in the car. Although he didn't like loud music very much, listening to it would not make people fall asleep at least.

On the road, Jiang Chen saw the shadow of many tourist buses. It is said that between California and Nevada, there is a tourist spot called "Death Valley" in the civilized world. Most of his rumors are similar to the Bermuda Triangle, and they are speculated by the tourism industry.

Jiang Chen wondered if he would visit the nearby Death Valley after visiting the mysterious 51 area, but he soon dismissed the idea.

The end of October is not considered to be the peak season for tourism, but there are certainly not too many people in such tourist attractions. It is better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Just as he diverted his attention to the nearby car to pass the time, the watch suddenly shook. Only two hours later, Zhu Yu's call came. Clicking on the watch, Jiang Chen answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"The person you ordered us to investigate has been found."

Zhu Yu's words surprised Jiang Chen a little. This is more than two hours past, and the efficiency is a bit scary.

Just think about it, Jiang Chen was relieved. After all, the other party is a private detective. Although it will use illegal methods such as monitoring and drone shooting, it is definitely more amateur than professional agents. As long as the person being tracked is confirmed, the ghost agent standing by in Los Angeles can easily pull the tracker out.

With the truth spitting agent, no information can be asked.

"The name of the employer is Berkeley Lewis, the eldest son of the Lewis family."

"The Lewis family? Berkeley?" Jiang Chen frowned, and didn't find the name in his head.

"Shall I deal with it?" Zhu Yu asked.

"No," Jiang Chen shook his head. "Help me pay attention. If he makes any unusual moves, tell me."

"Yes." Zhu Yu answered neatly.

The phone hung up, and under the hustle and bustle of heavy metal music, the black off-road vehicle left the dust behind it, and gradually fell into the night. A sign stands on the side of the road, and welcome to Nevada. (To be continued.)