Chapter 391 He Saw Me

The three talked nonsense along the way, and after three hours, they arrived in Washington. At this time, the driver has been replaced by Lance, who is also familiar with this place. This guy used to drive a truck almost all over the major cities of America. And they are all familiar.

After stopping the car, Zhen Fan chose to walk to the Washington Monument Square, while Lance and Helena chose to rest where they were. They hid in a coffee shop and enjoyed the air-conditioning inside. After all, it was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Walking on the street can feel the feeling of sweat.

"I don't understand why Zhen would go there on such a hot day, I can't bear it anyway!" Helena didn't understand Zhen Fan's actions, shook her head, then gently stirred the coffee, looked outside, the sun was shining outside hot.

"We live in a world of mortals, so it's natural to not understand Zhen's actions!" Lance seemed to understand Zhen Fan, "Okay, all we have to do is wait for him to come back quietly. By the way, you can order him online." Great hotel, we'll probably go straight to the room with the massage mattress to rest!"

"Massage mattress?" Helena smiled, "What kind of hotel are you planning to stay in?"

"Of course it's a five-star hotel, and there's also a good suite. You know, I'm rich now. I don't want to live in that kind of small hotel anymore. I have to enjoy the feeling of being rich!" Lance said. Hehe smiled.

"Okay, okay, fifty thousand dollars rich man, what kind of hotel do you want to stay in?" Helena is not short of money, but fifty thousand dollars is indeed a lot of money for an ordinary person.

"No. It's a rich man with 25,000 dollars. I plan to share half of it, as I said. I will give it to him tonight!" Lance said, then leaned his head and looked at the phone in Helena's hand , "Holiday Inn Washington White House, I think it's very good, $460 a day."

"Four hundred and sixty dollars?" Helena yelled exaggeratedly, "Do you want to live in the presidential suite? Do you really think you are the president? It's unbelievable. How can you...well, I mean we can live Cheaper, I mean. I don't have to pay you so much!"

"It costs me so much? No, I will only book two suites like this. If you want to live cheaper, you can book one yourself. Then you won't spend my money!" Lance smiled and turned towards she.

"Alright. Alright, you bastard!" Helena raised her middle finger at him directly.

Even at six or seven o'clock in the afternoon in Washington, the sun is still hanging in the sky, and only at nine o'clock in the evening will it gradually get dark. The streets Zhen Fan walks through are not very wide, and the houses are also very short. The tone is relatively monotonous. It's like a small city.

in front of the White House,

Many tourists take pictures there. This is the best building to prove that you have been to the United States. Most of the crowd was taking pictures. Zhen Fan walked over, and through the fence, he could see the security guards patrolling nearby. In Zhen Fan's eyes, he even saw the security guards on the roof aiming at everyone here with sniper rifles.

Zhen Fan guessed right, the snipers and observers here were watching every move here, and the sniper proudly looked at the people inside with a high-powered lens, making a "pop" sound from his mouth. Obviously, he regarded this as a game.

But when he pointed the scope at a person, that person suddenly smiled at him. This gave him a big jump, and then he backed up involuntarily, raised his head, and cursed: "Oh, damn it, how is this possible, it must be a coincidence!"

"What are you talking about? Marcus." The observer beside him said something to him, a little dissatisfied, such a performance should not happen to a sniper.

"Damn it, I saw someone smiling at me by the fence, when I saw him!" The sniper named Marcus said to Zhen Fan in a surprised tone.

"Damn you, Marcus!" The observer smiled and shook his head, "I told you, don't go to that woman, I can see what's going on by looking at your dark circles! You should keep Be 100% clear headed instead of acting like an amateur!"

"Grass, I knew you would believe it. Come with me. I'll aim at that guy again. You can see it for yourself. It's twelve o'clock in front of you. It's about three hundred and ten yards! A black hair Asian man! Listen to me, well, now, let's target him!" Marcus said and aimed his sniper rifle at Zhen Fan again.

"Oh, God, hell!" This time it was the observer's turn to step back suddenly, looking at his partner with a look of seeing a ghost, "Marcus, slap me, did I Got it wrong?"

"Crack!" There was a crisp voice.

"Oh, God, you really hit it, damn it!" the observer covered his face and yelled.

Marcus shrugged his shoulders: "Isn't that what you asked for? I gave you what you should say thank you, buddy!"

"Damn!" the observer scolded, "how is this possible? He can see us? If he can't see us... Oh, I have to look again!" The observer said, raising the high-power observer again, But the young Asian was gone, as if he had never been there.

"I'd rather believe that my eyes are dazzled!" The observer shook his head, sighed, and put down the observer, "It's so far away that we can actually see us, you must know that we are still disguised! Seeing our rate sickness there is no easier than finding f22 on the radar, not to mention...that is still under the premise of a high-power telescope. This guy has nothing."

"Do you want to report to the higher authorities?" Marcus said. He looked again with the scope of the sniper rifle, and indeed he did not find the Asian man, nor did he see him around.

"Report? Just say we found someone who exposed us with the naked eye?" The observer shook his head, "Don't be stupid, will they believe it? Hell, no one will believe you!"

"Okay, listen to you, but... if we find that person again, let's report to the higher authorities. Damn it, hell!" Marcus cursed again.

Zhen Fan did leave that place, and he took many photos. The same is unavoidable, and even smiled at the two snipers and observers like a mischievous, who knew how to scare them badly. He even thought that he had seen a ghost, and then left Shi Shiran.

Arriving at the monument, and then going through the security check, there are not many people on the lawn of the square, scattered there in twos and threes. Some held umbrellas, some spread blankets, and family members, couples, and good friends chatted leisurely together. Some even have picnics here. There are also wandering singers or some small singers singing. They either play and sing by themselves, or a small band composed of three or four people, just singing like no one else.

Zhen Fan walked in front of them. Put twenty dollars in a busker's violin case. Then he waited for that person to finish playing a song before leaving. The man bent down to Zhen Fan and said a very sincere "thank you". Obviously, after paying the money, being able to listen to their performance is tantamount to recognizing the fruits of their labor.

I took a quick look at the place in front of the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, where is Martin. Luther On August 23, 1963, 200,000 people gathered here where King gave his speech. Then he delivered his very famous speech - "I have a dream".

Just then, he received a call. It was Christine who called. She was a little concerned about Zhen Fan being away for a long time, so after work was over, she made a phone call and chatted with Zhen Fan for a long time, full of lovesickness.

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone rang again, and it was Lance calling.

"Hey, where are you? We have a hotel booked, come over here, there are really good restaurants here, I can't wait to try it, it's enough to eat disgusting burgers and pizza these days Disgusting. Come on, man, there's no good place in Washington!"

"I don't know where you are?" Zhen Fan didn't expect them to book a hotel.

"Okay, I'll pick you up! Tell me the address." After Zhen Fan told him the address, Lance hung up the phone. After a while, he arrived at Zhen Fan's place, and when Zhen Fan got into the car, he began to introduce some places in Washington, but in his mouth, all these were shit, not worth wasting time .

"I still want to visit the Pentagon!" Zhen Fan smiled.

"Don't be stupid, I won't let you visit. You are just an ordinary person. Of course, if you get a special permit, you can, but I suggest you don't go there. I don't like that place!" Lance shook his head. Turning his head to Zhen Fan, he said, "In my opinion, none of them can compare to a delicious dinner!"

After parking the car, the two walked towards the entrance of the White House Holiday Hotel. Zhen Fan looked at the hotel, then went inside, and looked around: "Did you find the money? Is it a large sum?"

"No, it's the $50,000 from last time!" Lance smiled, and took out a cash check from his pocket and handed it to Zhen Fan, "It's a check from me, hurry up and exchange it!"

"Twenty-five thousand dollars?" Zhen Fan looked at the number on it, and then smiled, "Do you still remember that incident?"

"Of course, during this period of time, I don't have time to exchange. Now, I can share half with you. I keep my word. Of course, I know that it is a painful thing to refuse such a large sum of money." Lance With a smile, he led Zhen Fan towards the elevator.

"Okay, then... this money will be our travel expenses!" Zhen Fan thought for a while, but did not refuse Lance's kindness, waved the check in his hand and smiled, "The rent here I'll give it to you, and... the dinner is also mine, how about it?"

"Of course, I am very willing!" Lance smiled.

"Where's Helena? Where did she go?" Zhen Fan looked around but couldn't find Helena.

"I asked her to wait in the room, you know, it will cost a lot of money to open such three luxurious rooms!" Lance said with a smile, "But, it's okay, now you will pay the bill gone."

Helena does wait in the room, and she and Lance win the fight, which ends with Lance opening three connected rooms as a compromise.

"I'll treat you to dinner, and then you guys will take me to see Washington at night!"

"Deal, but... I have to choose the restaurant!" Helena raised her hand, "If you want, we will give you a high five!" As soon as the words fell, Zhen Fan's palm landed on her hand, making a "pop" a sound. (To be continued..)