In the afternoon, New York Airport.
Just as he left the airport, a group of people in plain clothes congregated from all directions. Leading them was none other than James Colin. Upon seeing this, Li Zhongnan halted his footsteps, then took out a pack of cigarettes. He leisurely lit one and started puffing smoke.
"Mr. Li, you are indeed unique." James Colin was somewhat taken aback seeing him remain unperturbed despite the sudden siege.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Zhongnan asked, "FBI?"
Then, he scanned his surroundings, briefly assessing the number of FBI agents and their positions, evaluating his odds if a fight broke out. These people, each with sharp eyes and full of vigor, were undoubtedly highly skilled—at the top of their class.
Their scattered positions were very strategically arranged, blocking almost all his escape routes.
To put it simply, they had him surrounded.
