Top Secret Entrustment [Rebirth]

After that day, Shaw disappeared without a trace. For the FBI and the Seventh Bureau who cooperated in the investigation of the theft of the "Mona Lisa", the cunning thief as early as the night of the incident seemed to have disappeared without a trace. trace.That was the beginning of a dark history. The authorities could not explain to the world an opponent they had never even met face-to-face, let alone give a satisfactory explanation to the angry French people. The well-trained agents immediately blocked the All the routes out of the city, the train station and the airport have sent hundreds of additional duty personnel, but the result is still nothing.

And Luo Yifan believed that after the abnormal flock of pigeons in the Eiffel Square that day, Shaw had already left Paris, because he made the right bet on the almost joking sentence - "Before I leave, I want to see you again".

That day, shaw did fulfill his word, and also mischievously used the children and pigeons in the square to steal his fbi ID, so shaw must have left the city-seems like a thief who kept his promise, and accidentally It's a little... childish.

Luo Yifan originally thought that the definition of Shaw should be worse, but when he recalled that guy, he could only think of the boy in white clothes wearing a mask on the window sill, and the boy's unique gentle and cunning voice with a three-pointed smile.

It was a very clean feeling. Although it came from an unpopular thief, it was precisely because of this special identity that the experience was covered with a layer of mystery that could satisfy all human imaginations. They met each other by chance, and then watched him disappear out of thin air.

Paris in June was still overcast and cloudy, the cool rain was falling intermittently, and the sky was dim, blurring the concept of time. Standing in front of the window of the temporary office, Yi Fan absent-mindedly took a sip of the cold black coffee in the paper cup.

After more than a month of high-intensity work, he forgot the last time he closed his eyes. However, the headquarters released harsh words. Even if they searched Paris, they must find Shaw. They proudly believed that the blockade was done in a tight manner. , no one can get out of that kind of security check, but the fact gave everyone a blow, Shaw is really not in this city!

Before completing the search of the last area, no one is willing to accept this unconvincing fact. At this time, Yi Fan is just a new agent who has been in the job for less than a year. New means that people are soft-spoken, and he can't explain himself Why do you know.

So he just tentatively raised the possibility to his immediate superior, and the result can be imagined...

Covered by the sound of rain, the muffled sound of soft-soled leather shoes knocking on the wooden floor moved from far to near, and a light-colored shadow gradually appeared on the steamed glass.

Yifan's chaotic and scattered thoughts were almost instantly gathered back into place, like the most keen predator, exhaustion and tiredness would not affect his capture of tiny movements in the air.

Before the other party could speak, Yi Fan turned around instinctively, his cold eyes cut through the air, and touched the man's throat like a blade, his eyelashes slightly raised, he stared at the other party's face, his voice was as cold as ever, But asked very politely: "Roger, what's the matter?"

The name of the visitor was Roger Davis, who joined the FBI only a few months earlier than Yifan. He also belonged to George Howard, the senior detective who was in charge of the Shaw case. They are similar in age and both are newcomers, so even though Luo Yifan has a very cold personality, Luo Jie is still very happy to get close to him.

"I thought you were in a daze, but you were discovered anyway."

Roger was holding a steaming cup of freshly ground coffee in one hand, with red marks from sleep still hanging on his cheeks, and he smiled with his white teeth showing. The sky was gloomy, but his emerald eyes were radiant, as if he was holding the brilliant California. And the bright sun.

Luo Yifan's stern expression eased, he didn't speak, but just watched him calmly.

Roger walked briskly to Yifan's side, jumped back and sat on the window sill, he handed one of the cups of coffee to Yifan, took a sip while it was hot, the scalding coffee slid down the esophagus into the stomach pouch, he He exhaled contentedly, feeling finally awake.

"Are you still awake?" Roger put his hand on Yi Fan's shoulder, "What are you thinking?"

Luo Yifan lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand on his shoulder, hesitating whether he should stand aside to avoid this uncomfortable enthusiasm. His childhood experience determined his indifference and independence, but Luo Yifan knew in his heart that since he chose the fbi If there is no way, he must accept the intrusion of outsiders into his life, and he must accept his partners in work.

The word partner is like a mathematical formula, etched into his cognition in an orderly manner. The subconscious tells him that he doesn’t need it, but the rules of dealing with things are also reminding him not to live too alone, otherwise it will be difficult to adapt to the new environment. survive.

In the end, he didn't move, but tried to divert his attention as much as possible, and said lightly, "It's nothing."

Roger has long been used to this guy's cold attitude, so he took another big sip of coffee without paying attention, and said with a full belch, "I met Mr. Howard in the corridor just now, and he said that the higher-ups decided to expand the search area, and then call from the headquarters. Some people come over and check the surrounding countries."

"—And you also said that Shaw might be from Huaguo, and they plan to get in touch there to see if this guy has hid in Huaguo, so we may have to wait until early July before returning to Washington."

Luo Yifan listened calmly, and after Luo Jie finished speaking, he said lightly and decisively: "It's too late."

Roger was taken aback for a moment, then tilted his head to look at him inexplicably, "Why are you late?"

"We were delayed in Paris for a month, enough for Shaw to change into a dozen identities and escape."

Roger was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and nodded in agreement for a while, "Then where do you think he will go?"

"America." Luo Yifan said without thinking.

Roger was surprised, "Why?"

"The theft happened in Paris, France, but Anonymous sent the email to the FBI headquarters, which shows that Shaw itself is under the jurisdiction of the FBI, and only the FBI can complete the long-term pursuit of him. He is likely to be a Chinese-American , fled France, the best choice for him is to return to a place he is familiar with."

"There is no such thing as a thug born out of nowhere in this world, he just lay dormant for too long."

More than a month later, the investigation still did not make any progress, and finally the superior decided that except for a few agents who stayed in Paris, everyone else would return to the United States.

Due to the bad impact of the case, the fbi headquarters attaches great importance to it, and the agents involved in this operation were streamlined and organized into a unified task force. They believe that Shaw, who can swallow the "Mona Lisa", will definitely do it again. When caught off guard, it is better to prepare in advance.

On the day the flight landed at Washington Dulles International Airport, a train accidentally derailed in Los Angeles on the west coast of the United States, causing hundreds of deaths and injuries, and many tourists were missing.

Compared with the theft of famous paintings across the ocean, the mysterious derailment of a local train is obviously more likely to arouse the attention of American public opinion. Compared with the public's doubts about the safety of rail transportation, this incident also shocked the FBI executives.

Because not long ago, Interpol formally contacted the FBI, because a group of Japanese thieves fled into the United States after stealing Burmese rubies, and they were likely to take this train to the port of Los Angeles, so the accident was not an accident in the eyes of the officials. It was another vicious case caused by a robber.

Within half a year, Shaw shocked the world first, and then a group of Japanese thieves suspected of brewing such a major accident as a train derailment came. The time difference was only two months. By accident, he began to suspect that Shaw had sneaked into the country.

Therefore, Luo Yifan and others returned to the headquarters just in time for the investigation team to leave for Los Angeles.

He had heard about the derailment of the train, but because it was not within the scope of his responsibility, he only learned the whole story carefully on the premise that he heard that it might be related to the Japanese robbers, and then continued to devote himself to the analysis and investigation of Shaw up.

Los Angeles, the City of Angels.

Police cars and ambulances were parked outside the Ronald Reagan Medical Center. The medical staff still had no time to sit down and take a breath after working continuously for more than ten hours. The train derailed in the morning, and hundreds of seriously injured passengers were brought here for emergency treatment. cure.

As early as in the afternoon, after learning that the family members of the accident had come here from all over the place, the local police were busy checking the list of casualties, comforting the emotional family members, and at the same time assisting Interpol and FBI agents to secretly investigate the identity of the passengers.

Seventh floor, intensive care unit.

This area is quieter than other areas. There are no reporters, police officers, detectives, or relatives of the wounded. Due to the shortage of manpower, the hospital only left one nurse to guard the eight patients in the intensive care unit.

At this time, the night was already deep, the nurse had been busy all day, and she was a little physically weak at the moment, so she drank a cup of strong coffee, and when she recovered, she began to equip the wounded who were in danger. Get the infusion medicine needed tonight.

Suddenly, a shadow was projected onto the ground.

The nurse looked back wearily, and found that it was a tall young man with a plaster cast on his arm. The man was handsome, with two scratches on his fair face, his thin lips were slightly tight, and under the shadow of his eyelashes , a pair of dark eyes with quiet eyes, looks like a rational and wise person.

He should also be a passenger who was injured in the accident, the nurse thought. The train derailed and only broke one arm. Compared with the people here, he is really a lucky guy.

Through the glass, the man stared at a certain bed, and the nurse followed his gaze and frowned——

It was a teenager who was seriously injured in the accident. At least two broken ribs pierced his lungs. In addition, there were many bones in his body and a severe concussion. After emergency rescue, the attending doctor did not announce what happened to him. He would wake up in time, and he was not even sure if he could wake up, so he hurried to treat the next injured person.

But his luck is not too bad, after all, there are still many people who have not waited for the chance to be rescued.

After changing the bottle, the nurse walked out of the intensive care unit and walked to the man's side lightly. Before she could speak, she heard the man say in a cool but soft voice, "I'll just stand for a while, and I won't disturb you." Patient rest."

"You are also a wounded person," the nurse said softly, not intending to drive him away, "Pay attention to rest."

The man hummed and didn't say much.

The nurse looked at the unconscious boy again, "Is he your friend? Or a relative?"

"A very important person." The man paused, as if distracted, and then added as if talking to himself: "For me, no one in this world is more important than him."

The nurse pursed her lips, thinking that the boy inside might stop breathing at any time, or just fell asleep like this, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the man in front of her, "He was really hurt too badly, are you sitting in the front few cars? The passengers inside were all...unlucky."

"No," said the man, "I'm just lucky."

The nurse frowned suspiciously, but seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing, she stood for a few more minutes, feeling that she was really tired, so she returned to the intensive care unit and sat on a chair to doze off.

The night was dark, and when everything was quiet, the unique cold feeling of the hospital permeated from the darkness, and it seemed a bit inhumane against the even undulating beeping of the instruments.

Xiao Yu was lying on the hospital bed in the farthest corner, with reddish blood stains protruding from the bandage, wires connecting his body and the machine, as if his life was as fragile as those thin threads.

Lu Cen watched Xiao Yu slip out of the thin quilt with the needle-pinned hand. After a long silence, he quietly took a step forward, and pressed his forehead against the glass with his heartbroken and distressed.

He said that he was lucky, because at the moment when the train derailed, Xiao Yu rushed over and hugged him tightly, and then there was a loud noise and spinning like the end of the world.

His luck is not God's favor, but fortunate to have him.