"Well, I noticed it." Jin Hao walked out of the Hilton Hotel gate side by side with him and sneered slightly: "Let's go separately, I'll lead him away. You go to the hotel opposite to rent a room, monitor Sonia first, I'll get rid of him and then meet you."

"I understand." Chen Jianfeng turned around and walked towards the bathroom of the hotel.

Jin Hao walked out of the hotel gate, and a doorman immediately waved to call a taxi for him. Jin Hao got into the car and said to the driver: "Go around the street and then go to find an open-air coffee shop."

"Okay, sir, please sit firmly." As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the taxi drove out of the hotel porch. As soon as the car left, a tall white man rushed out of the door, looked at the taxi that was going away, and then turned around and hesitated to look at the bathroom door. Finally, he decided to chase Jin Hao. He quickly started a black Chevrolet parked in the parking lot and followed the taxi.

At the bathroom door, Chen Jianfeng slowly walked out the door, glanced at the left and right, and hurriedly left from the side door where the luggage was transporting. While walking, he noticed a sneaky little Arab behind him. This person was obviously not the same as the people sent by Sonia. His head and thinking it was very hidden, Chen Jianfeng cursed in his heart: "Idiot! I still want to follow me at this level?"

The moment he passed by the hotel laundry room, Chen Jianfeng flashed and suddenly disappeared.

The Arab rushed to the door of the laundry room, reached out to scratch his head and looked around, muttering in a low voice: "Strange, where did you go? Why did you suddenly disappear?"

While he was looking around, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind himself. Before he could turn around, a strong and powerful hand suddenly stretched out from behind his neck, pinching his throat and pulling it back. He immediately leaned against a hard marble-like chest and couldn't move. Chen Jianfeng's gloomy voice came from his ears: "Don't move, I just need a little force, and you will die." He spoke in pure Arabic, and at the same time, his right index finger pressed the follower's throat with a slight force. The follower's body was stiff and he would never dare to struggle again.

Chen Jianfeng glanced at the crowded hall, dragged the Arabs into the laundry room, stopped by a large washing machine, and after confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and asked, "Say, who are you, why are you following me?" He slightly let go of his index finger so that the follower could speak.

"Sir, don't... don't kill me, I'm just an errand runner, I don't know anything." The stalker held his iron hoop-like big hand in both hands, and could not make any move.

"Who are you running errands for?" Chen Jianfeng asked impatiently.

"A organization, they asked me to stay here, monitor everyone who deals with Sonia, and find out who everyone is." The stalker swallowed, his narrow eyes flashing with a cunning light: "Sir, are you Korean or Japanese?"

"Which organization do you work for?" Chen Jianfeng stared at him coldly. Without waiting for his answer, he suddenly exerted a little force on his fingers, and immediately pinched him so hard that he couldn't even breathe. He attached himself to the stalker's ear and whispered: "You'd better not lie, otherwise I'll send you to meet your Allah now!"

The stalker was pinched and let out a "uh" sound in his throat, his face turned red, and he could only shake his hands and say that he was not lying.

Chen Jianfeng relaxed his fingers and briefly called: "Say!"

The unlucky stalker finally breathed a long breath. He breathed violently and said in a daze: "I really don't know what organization they are, sir... don't... please listen to me!" Seeing Chen Jianfeng's face change, he shook his hand and begged with a plead: "I only know that each of them has a tattoo of a full moon scimitar on his right shoulder. I am a little person who uses money to do things. Please don't kill me."

"Full Moon Scimitar?" Chen Jianfeng's eyes suddenly released the viciousness and viciousness that was completely inconsistent with his elegant temperament, revealing a tough will that cannot be changed: "Since you can see this mark, you must not be a little person. I will give you the last chance to say! What are you here for?" Before he finished speaking, he turned his right wrist and the bright military stalker was already trapped in his hand. He said with a grim smile: "If you don't tell the truth, I will cut off your head and hand it to your organization, so that you can't be buried in twenty-four hours, and you will never see your true god!"

Chen Jianfeng's ferocious expression made the stalker's body tremble involuntarily, and his face turned pale. On his head, face, and neck, big beads of sweat gathered into a small stream, flowing downwards, and his clothes were quickly wet with sweat. He stared at the blade getting closer and closer to his neck in horror. Finally, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground with a "bang" and shouted wildly: "Don't kill me, please, don't kill me! I belong to the Afghan jihad organization. They sent me to visit Sonia, find Nathan and kill him, so that he would not keep raising the price and buy our virus samples from Ronald."

"What are you going to do with that virus?"

"Help brothers dt first... no, those bastards dt..." As he said that, he raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Jianfeng with a flattering face. Seeing that Chen Jianfeng stared at him without any expression, he had to swallow his saliva and continue saying: "Put the virus bomb in various cities in Xinjiang, China, and when all the Han people there die, they can establish the dt Gueststan country. Then, use this as the foundation to eliminate pagans all over the world."

Chen Jianfeng was shocked, but except for his slightly raised eyebrows, he still maintained a calm expression on his face, "Where is your headquarters?"

This time the stalker was not so happy. His narrow eyes suddenly flashed slightly, and he seemed to twist to the right inadvertently. Chen Jianfeng suddenly felt a discomfort that made his heart tighten. He squeezed the stalker's throat with a "click" with his left finger. At the same time, his body suddenly fell backwards, and his right hand stinged out of his hand and flew backwards. "Bang!" A bullet almost wiped his chest, and the aroused airflow cut open the clothes on his chest. A "puff" sound came from behind, and then someone let out a muffled groan, and a heavy object fell to the ground.

Chen Jianfeng jumped up with a carp and looked back. Behind him, another Arab fell into a pool of blood in his forehead, and a pistol was thrown far away. The gunshot attracted people's attention, and footsteps rushed towards this side from the hotel hall. He immediately rushed to the side of the deceased, pulled out the military spear, flashed out of the laundry door like a rabbit, ran quickly to the other side, and quickly disappeared next to the freight elevator.

There was a shooting or murder case, and the nearby police would soon be martial law. Jin Hao must be notified as soon as possible. Chen Jianfeng bent down and left strange contact marks in several corners, and quickly ran to the coffee shop in the hotel opposite, where it was a very good surveillance and escape point.

If such a thing happens, Sonia may be scared away. It must be closely watched. It is related to the safety of hundreds of millions of people in Xinjiang. At this time, even if you take your life, you cannot break the line of Sonia.

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Jin Hao took Sonia's bodyguard in a big circle and finally got off the car in an open-air cafe. The colorful parasols were covered with white beach tables and chairs. He sat in front of an uninhabited table and asked the waiter for a cup of Colombian coffee to taste it leisurely. The soft and mellow Colombian coffee had a slight sour smell. After the mellow fragrance left a nut fragrance on his tongue, which made people feel energetic.

The white man following him was drinking coffee absent-mindedly at the seat at another table, and glanced at him from time to time. Two military vehicles full of soldiers rushed past the streets and rushed towards the Hilton Hotel. The corners of the bodyguard's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but stare at the direction of the military vehicles for a few seconds. When he turned to look at Jin Hao again, he was surprised to find that Jin Hao was missing. He jumped up immediately, grabbed a waiter and pointed at the seat where Jin Hao had sat and asked loudly: "Where is the oriental man just now?"

The waiter looked at the ten dollars pressed under the coffee cup and the empty seat in surprise, scratched his head and said, "I was still here just now, why did I suddenly disappear?"

The bodyguard left him, rushed into the coffee shop for a while, and ran to the street to look around. However, Jin Hao seemed to have evaporated from the world, and disappeared without a trace. The bodyguard had to get on the bus and return in a bad mood.

In an alley next to the coffee shop, Jin Hao calmly jumped down from a short wall. He patted the dust stained on his hands and turned around to walk onto the street from the other side of the alley. As soon as he stepped forward, a faint door next to him suddenly opened with a creaking sound. In this door was a very neatly clean courtyard, with unknown wild flowers planted in the flower bed in front of the room. A Chinese man wearing a snow-white standing collar Chinese practice uniform was sitting in the shadow of the flower in the courtyard with his back facing the door.

Jin Hao was slightly surprised to see the clothes belonging to the motherland in this foreign country, but he didn't think much about it. Chen Jianfeng was monitoring Sonya alone, and he just wanted to hurry back.

Jin Hao was about to leave, but the man who had been facing his back suddenly turned around and stood up, saying in a straight English: "Since the guest is here, please come in and sit for a while and have a cup of tea." The man is about 41 or 2 years old, tall and thin, with a gentle and elegant look that makes people feel intimate at first sight, and his skin is fair and slightly sickly. However, there is a deep and ferocious scar on his right half of his cheek from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I'm passing by occasionally, I'm not intending to disturb you, so I'll say goodbye." Jin Hao nodded to the middle-aged man calmly and politely, turning around and leaving.
Chapter completed!