The three of them hurried into the car, with Faye Shangguan still at the wheel. Only after they'd driven a while did Cynthia Murong snap out of her shock—she could swear that in all her twenty-five years, nothing she'd ever experienced was as intense as what had just happened in that restaurant.
Words like 'spy,' 'agent,' and 'CIA' kept swirling through her mind, making her feel as if she'd fallen right into a movie world.
Taking a deep breath, Cynthia Murong stared at Faye Shangguan and asked heavily, "Faye, what exactly have you been doing these years in the United States? Are you actually a spy?"
"Sorry, Little Moon, this is all my fault—I dragged you into this mess," Faye Shangguan said, her face full of guilt.
Cynthia's expression changed. She was just a celebrity—if she got tied up with spies, she'd probably be finished in the entertainment industry. For a moment, her face turned even gloomier.
Seeing this, Faye Shangguan felt even more guilty. "Little Moon, I'll take you straight to the airport. This whole thing has nothing to do with you—once you're back in China, the CIA can't touch you. But you'll only be able to work in Yanhuang and Asia from now on."
"Stupid!" Ian Song suddenly said.
"What do you mean by that?" Faye Shangguan shot back, annoyed.
"Call me Brother Yan," Ian Song said with a wicked grin.
"You...?" Faye Shangguan looked even more annoyed, but then her face lit up with a teasing smile. She cooed, "Fine, Brother Yan—why'd you call me stupid?"
Eyes on the road—no turning around! Ian Song barked.
Once she'd turned back, he continued, "I'm not an agent. I'm just an ordinary person."
Yeah right, ordinary? Who are you trying to fool—a three-year-old? You took out ten CIA agents with a snap of your fingers, and two of them were senior operatives!" Faye Shangguan scoffed.
Ian changed tack. "Well, I may not be an agent, but getting you two out of danger is actually pretty easy for me."
Faye Shangguan snorted. "Bragging without a script, huh? We're in the United States—surveillance everywhere, Heavenly Eye systems watching us. In less than twenty minutes, a whole squad of armed troops will have us boxed in!"
Heh, you have no idea what Brother Yan can do! Forget it—I'll show you my real skills!" Ian Song said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian suddenly rolled down the window and fired two shots at the cars behind them.
A moment later, two massive explosions erupted dozens of meters behind them—two cars flipped and burst into flames, rolling off the road.
Faye Shangguan watched through the rearview mirror and involuntarily sucked in a breath. Two bullets, two cars destroyed—his marksmanship was unreal.
How did you do that?
Easy—I just shot their fuel tanks!" Ian Song said with a grin.
Are you kidding? There's nitrogen in the tanks, no oxygen—and they're wrapped in rubber. If you puncture them, they self-seal. They don't explode. You've watched too many movies!" Faye Shangguan retorted.
But they did explode!" Cynthia Murong added.
Faye Shangguan paused, looking more confused than ever.
So what really happened?" Faye Shangguan pressed.
Ian Song smiled mysteriously. "That's Brother Yan's secret—I only tell my wife, not outsiders like you."
A bullet alone wouldn't do it... but what if you add a little fire element?
Scoundrel!
Faye Shangguan cursed him, but Cynthia Murong, hearing Ian's teasing, felt much more at ease.
Meanwhile, chaos reigned at the CIA Los Angeles Field Office. All this just to catch one peripheral asset: two senior agents gravely injured, fourteen combat operatives killed—eight gunned down in a Chinatown restaurant, six more dead from car explosions during the pursuit.
Antonio Lear, the field office chief, had already flown into a rage several times.
"Mr. Lear, I recommend we call in the city SWAT," his assistant Don Tanner said gravely.
Antonio Lear frowned, tapping his fingers on the desk as he weighed the pros and cons of deploying SWAT.
Sensing his boss's hesitation, Don Tanner continued, "Mr. Lear, I suspect that young man—Ian Song—is a top-tier agent sent from Yanhuang!"
Lear's eyes lit up at the reminder. If it was just a peripheral asset, calling SWAT would look incompetent—but if he was facing a top agent, it was a justified escalation. Of course, they still couldn't confirm the agent's identity.
A murderous glint flashed through Lear's eyes. "Mr. Tanner, contact SWAT commander Bolton immediately. Order him to deploy SWAT to support our CIA operation. If necessary, they are authorized to shoot to kill!"
Yes, Mr. Lear.
Don Tanner hurried off.
Meanwhile—
The Hummer kept moving, heading out of the city.
"Crap, we're blocked ahead!" Faye Shangguan suddenly shouted.
Hundreds of meters ahead, the road was blocked by a line of vehicles, with SWAT officers massed behind them. At the same time, four cars closed in from behind, and the roar of three armed helicopters thundered overhead.
Truly, there was no way forward, pursuers behind, and gunships above.
"What do we do now?" Faye Shangguan asked Ian Song, once again pinning her hopes on him.
Keep driving!
Ian Song replied calmly, though a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He'd planned to finish his mission quietly, but fate had other ideas. In this situation, a bold new plan began to form.
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