"Hey..."
"Hello, farmer!" Xiao Qiao laughed heartily, trailing beside him, "This look is unbeatable, I've saved it in the cloud, you can't delete it."
"Don't push it."
"Not at all, you're so cute. I could laugh at this look for three years."
Xiao Qiao grabbed two fruits to eat; it's a street vendor, basically selling wherever they set up. Wesley and Xiao Qiao walked around the town and finally discovered some clues.
Where Roosevelt is, surely bodyguards flock, and the place is not at all hard to find.
A three-story small loft taking up a vast area, with several armed special agents on the roof, plus snipers. The defense is extremely strict; forcing entry is impossible... you'd get hurt if not killed.
It's a pretty well-chosen spot, convenient traffic, plenty of street vendors. Wesley and Xiao Qiao sell next to two street vendors, the two even cleverly prepared an escape route. Xiao Qiao noticed that Wesley, no matter what he does, always does it stylishly.
