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Special Operations Bureau?

Chen Mo leaned back in the back seat without moving.

This was the first time he had heard of this name.

Before this, he had always thought that such departments were just made up in movies.

But this department, whose name he had never even heard of, knew his surname immediately, and seemed to know him quite well.

"You took your ID too quickly. What's your name?"

The young agent frowned slightly, clearly not expecting to be asked a question in return.

He took out his ID again, this time spreading it out in front of Chen Mo, pausing for two seconds, his chin held high.

"Secret Service, Agent Dalton. Now, get out of the car and come with me."

Chen Mo looked at him, but still didn't move.

Dalton's patience gradually faded.

He slapped the car window frame and bent down.

"Mr. Chen, this is an order, not a request."

Click.

The lighter made a soft popping sound, just enough to drown out his words.

The flame flickered closer, and Chen Mo lit his cigarette.

Chen Mo waved to him, signaling him to step back.

"You're blocking my car door."

Dalton was pushed back a step by the car door, his face turning pale for a moment.

Chen Mo had already gotten out of the car and was standing in front of it, taking a drag on his breath.

The other doors opened, and Ava was the first to get out, clutching her briefcase to her chest.

Amy, Sophia, and Lily got off the bus and stood close together, none of them daring to look around.

Victoria Dalson was the last to come out. She glanced at the SUV blocking the way and frowned.

Ava quickly stepped forward and blocked Chen Mo's path.

"I am Mr. Chen's lawyer. Where is your search warrant? Where is the summons? Without these two, my client has the right to refuse to answer any questions, the right to..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

The doors of the black SUV opened together.

Three men in black suits and sunglasses got off one after another and spread out.

The last person to come down was a black man, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses.

Dalton immediately shut his mouth and stepped aside.

The man in the trench coat walked over here.

He didn't approach Chen Mo first. Instead, he walked up to a group of women, took off his sunglasses, and began to scrutinize each one, starting with Ava.

I looked very slowly, from face to toe.

After reading one, he would nod, click his tongue twice, and then move on to the next one.

He walked up to Ava, paused on her face, and then glanced at the briefcase she was holding to her chest.

He walked up to Victoria, paused for a second longer, and curled the corners of his mouth upward.

Like checking a list.

After reading the last one, the man in the trench coat turned to Chen Mo and smiled, revealing his very white teeth.

"Mr. Chen's taste is even better than rumored."

Chen Mo didn't reply, took a drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled.

He wanted to see what this black man was up to.

The man in the trench coat walked up to him and stopped, raising one hand to gently fan away the drifting smoke, while covering his mouth and nose with the other.

"Mr. Chen, smoking may cause cancer."

Chen Mo took another drag.

The smoke lingered in the lungs for a second.

Then he moved an inch closer and blew smoke into the other person's face.

"This is my only hobby."

The smoke hit him head-on.

The man in the trench coat wasn't annoyed; he maintained his smile, calmly fanned himself a couple more times, and only extended his right hand after the smoke cleared.

"Let's get acquainted. Special Agents, Rhodes."

The hand remained suspended in mid-air.

Chen Mo glanced down at the hand as if it were something unrelated, then looked up again.

"I don't usually shake hands with strangers. What do you need me for?"

Rhodes was not upset.

He withdrew his hand, straightened his trench coat collar, glanced around, and then leaned close to Chen Mo's ear and whispered.

"Mr. Chen, I've come here today to ask you about some... secrets."

He glanced around.

"It's not convenient to talk here."

secret!

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes!

He had heard that word recently.

The prosecutor also mentioned this when he called to extort money from him.

What secrets do they know about me?

Is there any connection between this Rhodes and the prosecutor?

There's also this title, "Mr. Chen".

His identity information was erased using hacking techniques.

But this department, which I only heard about today for the first time, knew his surname immediately and even pinpointed the exact time he returned to the manor this morning.

More importantly, he seems quite interested in these women of his?

Chen Mo took a drag of his cigarette.

Either they actually know something.

Either they think they know something.

Either way, they must be silenced!

But we still need to probe them first to find out which secret they know and who else knows it, so that we can catch them all in one fell swoop.

In a few breaths, the decision was made.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and straightened up.

When he looked up again, he had a smile on his face.

"Why don't we talk at my estate?"

Rhodes raised an eyebrow.

Chen Mo turned to look at the manor gate.

"This estate was just renovated. I haven't even had a chance to live here yet, but your colleagues took care of me first. I just finished dealing with it, and only today did I have the opportunity to come and take a look."

Rhodes's lips twitched. Last night's $10 billion bounty mission had become known to everyone in the United States.

Others may not know who initiated the mission, but the Secret Service does.

They knew it was all Chen Moqian's doing when the governor and the attorney general ordered the villa to be released from seizure over the phone.

However, those things were irrelevant to him; his mission target was only Chen Mo.

He maintained his smile and gestured to the side, indicating that they should proceed.

"It won't hurt you to chat."

Chen Mo took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered after one ring.

"I'm at the door, with a few guests. Where are you all?"

The other end paused for a second.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Boss."

The voice on the other end sounded exaggeratedly annoyed.

"Naga and I are at your villa. The scenery here is so beautiful that we were so engrossed that we forgot about time. We'll be right back."

After a while, the iron gate opened from the inside, and two people came out.

For the first time, Rhodes' smile froze.

He recognized both of them.

They are all figures on the dark web assassin list.

Ghost walked quickly to Chen Mo and bowed in apology.

"Boss, I'm so sorry to have kept you and the guests waiting. This is my fault."

He straightened up and straightened his cuffs.

"But please allow me to defend myself: blame your villa, it's just too beautiful."

Naga followed behind him and bowed to Chen Mo.

The ghost glanced back at the garden, like a pilgrim returning from a pilgrimage.

"I'd only ever seen the Song family villa in picture books before. Walking around here today, every single scene captivated me. Honestly, Boss, I'm starting to get jealous of you."

Naga nodded in agreement.

The ghost turned back, its eyes shining.

"I want to build myself a smaller one, just like your villa."

Chen Mo took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

"If you want to fix it, you'd better hurry, those workers and designers are probably eager to go back to their home countries."

"I've already paid them double to stay."

The ghost smiled, its eyes narrowing.

Only then did the ghost seem to realize that there was still someone standing at the door.

He turned around and gave Rhodes a polite smile.

"Sir, what's your name?"

Rhodes smiled again, but this time he didn't reach out.

"Secret Service, Rhodes. Excuse me for bothering you."

"The Secret Service?"

The ghost raised an eyebrow, her smile unchanged, and gestured for him to proceed.

"The boss said you are guests, please come in."

Chen Mo had already led five women into the manor.