At nine thirty in the evening, on the streets of Los Angeles, a black Ford sedan zoomed past.
The driver was the personal secretary of the Los Angeles Branch Chief Nasim, and the driving skills were excellent, maintaining high speed while keeping the car's interior very stable.
Luo An sat in the back seat, looking at the retreating scenery outside the window with an expressionless face.
Before leaving the dinner, Chief Nasim repeatedly whispered to Luo An that his phone must be turned off during the trip, and that no one should be contacted, filling Luo An with doubt and speculation about what was happening.
Before long, the black Ford arrived at the Los Angeles Branch's small airstrip, where Chief Nasim's secretary quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Luo An:
"Go straight ahead."
"OK, thanks."
