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The demand for antibiotics is undoubtedly real, and no matter how much the Americans investigate, they cannot fabricate that fact.
As for whether the old man and his companions were carrying such antibiotics, the Americans were also aware that they were not.
When they entered Li Hong's room, they underwent extremely strict security checks. Every part of their bodies and the medical kits they carried were key points of inspection. If they had possessed such antibiotics, they would have long been confiscated by the shrewd American agents.
However, since an electronic jammer could be brought in through special means, what would it matter to bring in an extra dose of antibiotics?
This was also part of their pre-planned strategy; even before arriving, they had already figured out how to treat Yuchen's illness. This included using Yuchen's condition as a trap to keep the CIA occupied, making their nighttime operations more convenient.
Li Hong was unaware of these convoluted plans; he thought these tactics were improvised by the group.
Soon, the old man finished packing the medical kit and left the bedroom with several assistants.
Outside, Lin Ruxian rushed over anxiously, her face filled with anticipation as she looked at them.
Li Hong gave her a reassuring glance and then pretended to ask the old man, "Sir, do you have any idea when you will be able to deliver the medication I need?"
"I'm not entirely sure," the old man replied in a low voice. "That type of antibiotic is rarely used, so it's hard to find any trace of it. Right now, I just hope that we can find some in the embassy's supply room; otherwise, we'll have to go quite far to get it."
He continued, "But Mr. Li, rest assured that we will resolve this as quickly as possible. If there is stock at the embassy, we should be able to send a special plane from New York to Las Vegas by around eight tomorrow morning. However, if there are no supplies at the embassy, we will need to go to Los Angeles on the West Coast to retrieve them. In that case, it will take a bit longer; we should be able to deliver it by tomorrow afternoon."
"Then... thank you for your trouble!" Li Hong said sincerely.
With that, he and Lin Ruxian opened the door and saw off the old man and his group.
At the moment the young man turned to leave, he formed a shape resembling the number two with his hands behind his back. Li Hong felt a stir in his heart, realizing it was time to act; the young man was reminding him not to forget.
Back in the room, Lin Ruxian's previously melancholic expression transformed into one of sheer astonishment upon seeing Yuchen blinking repeatedly on the bed.
Fortunately, Li Hong managed to cover the mouth of this troublesome woman just in time, preventing her from shouting out loud.
Making a shushing gesture towards Lin Ruxian, Li Hong wrote down the details of the situation on a piece of paper with a pen.
Lin Ruxian nodded in understanding and then asked on the paper, "What should I do?"
Li Hong continued writing: "You don’t need to do anything; just act as before. Communicate with Yuchen, and don’t forget to write it down on paper. Absolutely do not come out."
Lin Ruxian nodded again. Once Li Hong confirmed that she understood the gravity of the situation, he pretended to be casual and said, "Make a bowl of porridge for Yuchen. The medicine will arrive soon."
Lin Ruxian's eyes curved like crescent moons as she feigned melancholy and replied, "Alright, I’ll go right away. And you shouldn’t look so worried; the doctor knows what he’s doing. Just hold on a little longer."
"Mm!"
The two exchanged glances, unable to suppress their shared smiles.
...
In the room next door to Li Hong and Lin Ruxian, a group of people gathered around a high-tech listening device, continuously jotting down notes on paper.
A hook-nosed man asked a few agents, "Have you checked?"
"We have checked. The target's daughter's illness indeed requires this antibiotic, and this has been confirmed by several medical professors from universities," one agent reported, lowering his head.
The hook-nosed man stroked his chin and inquired, "Did those Chinese bring this antibiotic with them when they entered?"
"No, we checked and found no traces of this antibiotic."
"Oh..." The hook-nosed man smiled. "So, they aren't playing any tricks?"
The agent thought for a moment and explained, "That should be the case. After all, the target is just an ordinary person. If this is their first encounter, they wouldn't be able to coordinate anything in advance. Not to mention that under surveillance, no matter how capable they are, they can't collaborate with an ordinary person to deceive us."
"That's good. Keep monitoring. I need to report to Mr. President."
As he put on his hat, the hook-nosed man said with a smile, "Do a good job. Once this operation is complete, Mr. President will reward you."
"That would be great! Thanks to Mr. President's generosity and your support!" the agents replied in unison.
Amidst the flattery, the hook-nosed man exited the room.
Shortly after he left, Jebed walked in.
"Where's Charlie?"
The agent quickly replied, "Mr. Charlie has urgent matters to report to Mr. President and has already left."
Jebed cursed loudly, "Damn it, that bastard. Has he already lost patience and gone to take credit with Mr. President before the situation is even resolved? That damn guy is truly despicable; has he forgotten he’s on a mission?"
The agents exchanged glances, each lowering their heads, afraid to speak.
While Jebed could afford to curse, they dared not do the same. After all, Charlie was their superior, and if they acted like that, they might as well start looking for new jobs.
After venting for a while, Jebed impatiently asked, "Alright, has the target made any moves?"
"No, he seems to be waiting for the life-saving medicine to be delivered tomorrow; there’s nothing unusual at the moment," replied the monitoring agent, shaking his head.
"That's good news. If this continues and the target sees no hope of returning home, he will soon accept our terms."
Jebed smiled. "Even if he has his own stubbornness, his beautiful wife and fragile daughter won't be able to withstand it. I believe that in another week, he will yield."
With this topic brought up, several agents chuckled.
"No, no, no! I think this guy can hold out for at most three days!"
"If we don’t let those Chinese deliver the medicine tomorrow, I think he will definitely give in!"
"Should we intercept those Chinese? If he doesn’t get the medicine, our plan seems even more perfect!"
Jebed frowned and said, "There's no need to rush this matter. I will consult Mr. President shortly about how to proceed. I'm sure we will get an answer."
"Sir, even if he gets the medication, it won't matter. As long as we continue with the house arrest plan, he will know what to do."
"Hahaha, that's right! He can only blame himself for not being American. If he were American and was under house arrest in another country, our Aircraft Carrier fleet would have brought him back by now."
"Yes, he can only blame his own country for not being able to save him! I think he's already starting to complain about his homeland, hahaha..."
"Indeed, that's how they are. The Chinese always like to blame the government, regardless of whether it's the government's fault or not."
"I suddenly feel a bit sympathetic towards their government. No matter what they do, they have to be compared with the rest of the world. Even if they achieve something remarkable, their citizens will mock it as worthless. It's such a strange country; for thousands of years it was number one in the world, yet now that it's fallen from grace, why has it become so self-deprecating?"
"..."
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