"Director." In the car, Zeng handed Rong a lighter.

"Yeah." Zhuang Shikai crossed his legs and held a cigar.

Guan Li and Huang Weiyao were sitting on the side.

This time the Hong Kong Island Police Force came to New York to participate in the "International Security Forum" delegation.

The Commissioner of Police leads the team!

There is also an assistant director, two senior superintendents, ten operational inspectors, and ten elite police officers.

There are not many people, but they are very good.

Especially inspectors, police officers, all of them are capable of fighting, hiding dragons and crouching tigers. They are all brave detectives who have made great achievements in the police force and have received awards!

Come out and mess around internationally.

How can you not bring some people to support the scene?

"Huh..." Zhuang Shikai spit out white mist while sitting in the car.

"Zizzi."

The white driver lowered the window very wisely.

White mist blows away in the wind.

Zeng Xiangrong asked worriedly: "Personally, was your behavior just now too arrogant? Will it cause a diplomatic conflict?"

"Old Mother Throwing Thunder!"

However, Zhuang Shikai pointed his thumb at his face and cursed with confidence: "It won't work for me, a police chief, to drag down a little inspector!"

"Are you still afraid of causing a diplomatic conflict? Then let's stop messing around!"

"It's him who should be afraid!"

Zhuang Shikai said angrily.

"Too."

Zeng Xiangrong nodded in agreement: "If you don't drag the little inspector, why should you drag the President of the United States? It's unreasonable, so you should drag the little inspector!"

"Hello."

"private r."

"I'm Carter!"

New York.

Manhattan borough.

Park Avenue Hotel.

Eight commercial vehicles were parked in the hotel lobby driveway. A Chinese police officer opened the door, took out his luggage, and was about to get out of the car.

A tall, thin, and funny-looking dark-skinned agent opened the door and got out of the car, raised his hands, and handed out a business card.

He bowed to Mr. Zhuang and said.

Zhuang Shikai stood among several senior police officers, turned his head slightly in surprise, took the business card and lowered his eyes: "Chris Carter?"

The black police officer showed a flattering smile.

"Yes, sir."

"Just call me Carter."

It's okay if he doesn't smile. When he smiles, only his white teeth and pink gums are left. The rest of his body blends into the black hotel background wall.

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"I will arrange all your travel activities in New York. I will pick you up on time according to the schedule. In addition, if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." Carter smiled and said: "I am the best detective in the New York Police Department.

member."

Zeng Xiangrong twitched his lips and complained in Chinese: "The best detective is used as a driver?"

At this moment, Carter answered in Chinese: "This is my respect for you."

"I got it." Zhuang Shikai held the business card in his hand, nodded slightly, turned around and led people into the hotel door.

…

"Director Zhuang!"

"I have long admired my great name."

hotel.

Sixteenth floor, executive suite.

Zeng Xiangrong had just opened the door to Mr. Zhuang's room. Inside the room, in the reception area of ​​the hall, a man in a suit with a kind face and elegant manners stood up, walked forward, and stretched out his hand to say hello to him.

Zhuang Shikai also hurriedly stepped forward, held the other party's hand firmly, and shouted enthusiastically: "Ambassador Han, you've been waiting for a long time!"

Zhuang Shikai patted Ambassador Han on the shoulder with a very cordial attitude, as if he was an old friend who had known him for many years.

wrong.

In fact, they met for the first time, but the two heads of national departments, representing the motherland abroad and facing the world, naturally have something in common.

What's more, as we are both Chinese and in a foreign land, we are in the same camp!

It doesn’t matter whether you are from the Mainland, Hong Kong Island, or Taiwan, or whether you have unsettled accounts at home.

Standing on the international stage, everyone has only one identity: Chinese!

"Mr. Han", the ambassador of the motherland's consulate in New York, heard that a delegation from Hong Kong Island was coming to visit.

Led by the Commissioner of Police of Hong Kong Island.

We were waiting in the hotel room early to greet Mr. Director.

"sit!"

"Please sit down!"

Zhuang Shikai pointed to the sofa.

Ambassador Han also raised his hand in greeting.

Immediately, the two of them spread their hands appropriately, arranged their clothes, and sat on the sofas on both sides.

Zeng Xiangrong stood aside and listened.

Huang Weiyao went to make tea.

Guan Li led a group of police officers to guard the door, on full alert, while another group of police officers took out anti-eavesdropping tools in the room and checked the room bit by bit to eliminate hidden dangers.

Standing next to Ambassador Han were two "attendees" from the embassy and consulate wearing suits, without military ranks, but full of military temperament!

The two of them need to sit down and talk.

…

Hong Kong Island.

Tsim Sha Tsui, seaside.

A late-night snack stall built with a few pieces of plastic sheeting and a few wooden shelves.

Ma Jun straightened his hair, brought a bench, sat down, raised his right foot to step on the bench, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his green dragon arms, raised his hand to pick up a toothpick on the table, threw it into his mouth, held it, and bit it.

Holding the toothpick, he shouted: "Boss, a bowl of wontons."

At this moment, the "chief inspector" of the Ma Army was wearing a white sweatshirt, with his sleeves rolled up, and a green dragon tattoo opened his bloody mouth, trying to bite people.

Not to mention anything else, just the dozen or so scars on his arm, damn, no one believes he is a police officer!

"Prince", "Brother Ji", "Master Su", "Big Tou" and others were wearing all kinds of floral shirts and suits, with dozens of young men with unruly faces and fierce expressions standing behind the round table, filling the entire stall.

right hand side.

Brother Zha was wearing a white suit, holding a cane with both hands, and glanced at everyone with his sly eyes.

There was no doubt in his eyes, he was just very unhappy with the other party's attitude. And this unhappiness was a manifestation of "unquestionable belief"!

Just kidding, now all the young and Dangerous groups in Hong Kong are extras of the police force. The police force wants to send people to be undercovers. Damn it, of course they will be acting in their true colors, 100% realistic.

Even "Ma Jun" is a double-boned stick with a Crouching Tiger background, a boss who looks like Young and Dangerous and a police officer! When Ma Jun decided to send an undercover agent to contact him, he deservedly took the role himself.

What could be more exciting than a commander going undercover?

However, this is also a temporary scene, not a long-term undercover operation. As for how to play an undercover agent well? The director just needs to restrain himself!

"Boss, your wontons." The stall owner brought a wonton noodles.

Ma Jun bit his toothpick, raised his hand to pick up his chopsticks, and lowered his head to sandwich noodles.

"Tony" and "Ahu" stood beside the boss, and behind them were a dozen Vietnamese gangsters wearing short sleeves and with brave expressions.

These swordsman groups are all fierce men carefully selected by the three brothers in the underground boxing ring in Vietnam and trained for many years. They are all brave enough to fight and kill, and they are very skilled. They are not at the level of "Double Flower Red Stick", but they are still mazai.
To be continued...