"Oh, my God." a black man said, "Has the leader's spring arrived?"

"Haha, I never expected to see such a feminine side of our leader." Another black man laughed: "It seems that our leader is not so domineering after all. She's so gentle in front of this man."

Upon entering the villa, there were a few other women inside.

"Boss!" everyone got up one after another.

"Mm." Silver Fox nodded, smiling: "Lin Chuan, take a seat."

Lin Chuan tossed his canvas bag aside and sat down on the couch, all the other women looking at him. Although they didn't understand who Lin Chuan was, they felt his identity was not ordinary. Someone who could get the boss to personally go to the airport for a pickup was certainly no regular person.

"Black Fox, have you located the mafia's secret base?" Silver Fox asked.

"Not yet," Black Fox shook her head, "But we've roughly narrowed down their location. It's within Acre District."

"In the same district as us?" Silver Fox was startled.

"That's right." Black Fox nodded, "However, we still need to continue surveillance, and keep looking for their exact geographical position, or else we can't pinpoint their location."

"Then keep at it." Silver Fox ordered.

"Yes!" Black Fox nodded.

"Lin Chuan, do you have any ideas?" Silver Fox asked.

"I've had dealings with the mafia." Lin Chuan, with a cigarette in his mouth, said: "Mafia members are quite cunning. Perhaps they have already moved their destination during your investigation. After all, this isn't Fire Fox Organization's main base, so it might be difficult for you to find the place where Tang Yumeng is held captive. Leave this matter to me."

"Do you have a way?" Silver Fox asked.

"I have some connections with the director of the US CIA," Lin Chuan smiled, "I'll see if I can get his help to determine the location."

"That old fox?" Silver Fox scoffed upon hearing this, "Getting information out of him is harder than reaching heaven. Once, when dealing with the number three person of Al-Qaeda, I approached him. That jerk slept with two of my girls and still wouldn't spill a single piece of information."

Lin Chuan was startled for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "He is indeed quite randy, but also quite principled. He'll definitely disclose whatever he can, and if he can't, even if you kill him, he won't tell you!"

"Alright then." Silver Fox, somewhat reluctantly, said: "If you could get his help, that would be great. After all, the CIA has countless informants, which should make it much easier. Plus, they might already have the whereabouts of Tang Yumeng."

"Mm." Lin Chuan nodded.

Lin Chuan made a phone call to the other party, who was so startled upon hearing it was Lin Chuan that he nearly fell off his chair.

"Everson, are you okay?" Lin Chuan teased with a smile: "Why do I feel like you've fallen over?"

"No, no, no!" Everson laughed, "I'm just too excited, I never thought you'd actually reach out to me. Are you in the United States? Dear Lin!"

"Correct." Lin Chuan nodded, "I'm in Acre District, Texas."

"Ah... I... I'm here too." Everson said excitedly: "God bless, dear Lin, how about we meet up?"

"Sure. I just happen to have something to discuss with you," Lin Chuan smiled.

After they agreed on the place, Lin Chuan immediately hung up the phone.

"Maybe... I could go with you?" Silver Fox smiled.

"Of course." Lin Chuan nodded.

After that, Silver Fox and Lin Chuan drove to a cafe in Acre District. Acre District is a rather wealthy area in Texas. Moreover, the cost of living there is incredibly high. It's shocking and astonishing.

A cup of coffee for twenty-five US dollars.

Just as they arrived at the cafe, they immediately saw Everson, this big fat man, squeezed into a booth, with a black briefcase by his side. Everson is a typical foreigner, with blue eyes, a tall nose, and his head showing signs of balding. In front of this guy were two burgers and a big pot of coffee.

"Hi, dear Lin, is it really you?" Everson quickly got up.

Clang...

Everson's belly was so big that as he got up, he knocked over the coffee pot and everything else on the table. A whole pot of coffee suddenly spilled all over the floor, and the smell of coffee instantly permeated the hall.

"Everson, you should consider losing some weight," Lin Chuan said with a laugh.

Everson shrugged helplessly, "It's not that I need to lose weight, it's just that I'm so happy to see you."

After the cafe staff cleaned up the mess, Lin Chuan and Silver Fox took their seats in front of Everson.

"Haha... This is too funny," Everson suddenly burst into laughter.

"Everson, what do you mean by this?" Silver Fox frowned. It was clear that she felt the laughter started only after the other party saw her.

Everson calmed down and said, "You see... I am the director of the CIA, Lin is the spearhead of the Chinese Dark Soldier forces, and you... are a terrorist. Yet the three of us are sitting together, having a heart-to-heart. Isn't that interesting?"

"Nonsense." Silver Fox snorted coldly, "Since when did Fire Fox become a terrorist organization?"

"Has Fire Fox ever committed few misdeeds?" Everson declared, taking a big sip of his coffee.

"That's all in the past," Silver Fox replied with a sneer. "There hasn't been any atrocious act since I took over Fire Fox."

"Alright, you have a point," Everson nodded and said, "However, we still cannot let our guard down against the Fire Fox Organization. We will keep you on the list of terrorist groups and remain vigilant at all times."

"Hmph, whatever you say." Silver Fox huffed lightly.

"Everson, you didn't want to meet with me just to talk about these things, did you?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"Of course not," Everson shook his head and said, "Actually, I'm really happy to see you."

"Let's cut to the chase. I'm here today to ask for your help," Lin Chuan got straight to the point.

"Is it about the mafia?" Everson asked with a smile.

"That's right," Lin Chuan nodded, "My woman has been captured by them, and I have to save her."

"Well then," Everson nodded and said with a hint of an involuntary smile in his eyes, "I can help you."

Lin Chuan replied disdainfully, "Name your price."

Lin Chuan had long seen through the intentions of this stingy geezer.

The cunning old fox, Everson, said with a sly smile, "Interesting, my request is very simple."

After that, Everson pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from his briefcase and laid it in front of Lin Chuan, saying, "This person, I need his head."

Lin Chuan glanced at it, number five of Al-Qaeda, someone who had once plotted a subway explosion in London and a bus tragedy in the States. He was still at large, with no one knowing his whereabouts—not even the CIA knew what this guy really looked like. The only photo was taken on the bus, sadly the person's face was covered with a black scarf.

Lin Chuan glanced at it and said, "You really know how to do business."

"Haha..." Everson laughed loudly, "Dear Lin, you'll agree, won't you?"

In Everson's eyes, Lin Chuan was an omnipotent god. If Lin Chuan promised, it meant he could definitely achieve it. That was also why Everson insisted on seeing Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan stared at the only piece of information on the white sheet for a long time.

"Lin Chuan, you can't agree to him," Silver Fox said seriously, "If you really kill him, you'll invite Al-Qaeda's insane retaliation."

"I know!" Lin Chuan nodded, speaking gravely, "If it's for Tang Yumeng, even if it means facing the revenge of the entire world, what of it?"

Silver Fox was stunned, the man she deeply loved, yet his heart was preoccupied with someone else. Although it was painful, Silver Fox's love for Lin Chuan far surpassed that of any other woman. She not only had love but deep gratitude and appreciation.

Perhaps, with a different perspective. If Lin Chuan could be like this for Tang Yumeng, if one day she herself was in trouble, how could he not risk the world's greatest danger for her?

"Have you thought it through?" Silver Fox asked.

"Yes," Lin Chuan nodded. He took the sheet of paper, lit it with a lighter, and burned it to ashes.

"Good, very good," Everson immediately nodded, saying, "Not bad at all."

After speaking, Everson immediately pulled out another sheet of paper from his briefcase and said, "Dear Lin, here is the information you need. Indeed, the mafia is behind this operation, but these few individuals are nowhere near requiring your personal action."

Lin Chuan scanned it and immediately got up, ready to leave.

"Lin!" Everson called out hurriedly, "Don't forget about the deal between us."

Lin Chuan hesitated for a moment and quickly walked out.

Texas, Acre District.

Lin Chuan had already obtained information on Tang Yumeng and the mafia from Everson. With the latest information provided by Everson, the mafia was currently hiding in a villa in the Acre District. Therefore, Tang Yumeng should be imprisoned in this villa.

Now that he had Tang Yumeng's information, Lin Chuan needed to rescue her as soon as possible. The phrase "anxious as an ant on a hot pan" could not begin to describe Lin Chuan's current state of mind. He was utterly frantic.

Tang Yumeng was unquestionably one of the most important women in his heart. For her, Lin Chuan would sacrifice his own life.

Silver Fox drove at high speed.

The performance of the Mercedes G-class was strong, the speed limits on American highways did not restrict her, and the car sped all the way up to nearly two hundred kilometers per hour, but Lin Chuan sitting inside felt none of the car's vibrations.

Silver Fox remained silent the entire way, without saying a word. In fact, she was somewhat heartbroken. After all, Lin Chuan had claimed repeatedly that Tang Yumeng was his woman, which grieved Silver Fox. She had always been deeply devoted to Lin Chuan, yet Lin Chuan had always been indifferent to her.

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