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Chapter 164 Secret arrest!

While Isabella was making the cell phone detonator, Irina and Selina were busy on the other side, connecting the electric detonator used to detonate C4 explosives to the signal receiver.

The problem now is how to install these C4 explosives under the conference room without anyone noticing.

The next day at 13pm.

A black Lincoln Navigator with fake license plates was parked in a parking space opposite 81 Maiden Lane in the Wall Street district of Manhattan, New York City.

Isabella, who was carefully disguised, got out of the car first, carrying her bag, walked across the zebra crossing, came to the square in front of the headquarters building of Huirui Company, found a bench close to the road, and sat down.

Passersby of all kinds come and go.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a white woman about twenty-two or twenty-three years old walked past Isabella holding a cell phone.

The woman walked and said to her phone, "I have an appointment for an interview at 14 p.m. Huirui is a big company. If I can be successfully admitted, I will be able to pay off my student loan in advance. Thank you, thank you!"

Hearing the woman's words, Isabella stood up from the bench, walked around the fountain, walked in front of the woman, and deliberately bumped into her with her body, while hurriedly saying, "Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The woman was busy talking on the phone and didn't think deeply about Isabella's recklessness.

After getting some distance from the woman, Isabella took out the ID card she had just stolen and took a look at it. She whispered to the brooch, "I got it. Her name is Betty Cyons. It's up to you."

Selena, who also disguised her appearance, got out of the car.

Selena, wearing a business suit and black-framed glasses, crossed the street and put on a fake name badge as she walked towards the woman. When she came in front of the woman, Selena smiled and said, "Betty Cyons?"

Betty Cyons looked at the woman in front of her with surprise, and noticed the name tag on her chest, which had her name, company, and position on it. Seeing that the other party was the HR of the Human Resources Department, Betty immediately put down her phone, quickly adjusted her facial expression, smiled, and said respectfully: "Hello..."

Selina smiled and said, "I'm very sorry, but we no longer have this position. Your interview this afternoon has been cancelled."

Hearing that her interview was cancelled, Betty was shocked. The next second, she looked aggrieved. She turned around and put the phone back to her ear, crying, "Oh Mike, my interview was cancelled..."

Watching Betty's departing back, Serena whispered, "She's gone. You still have fifteen minutes to put your makeup back on."

At this time, Isabella had already returned to the Lincoln. She sat in the back seat and quickly searched her bag for a wig with a similar color and hairstyle to Betty's.

After putting on the wig, quickly put on makeup according to the photo on the ID card. It doesn't need to be exactly like the photo, as long as it is 70% or 80% similar.

The time came to 13:50.

Isabella pushed the door open and got out of the car. Carrying her bag, she crossed the street and walked straight to the main entrance of the headquarters of Huirui Company.

Pushing open the glass door, Isabella entered the building.

A security guard asked, "Miss, what are you doing here?"

Isabella took out her ID card from her bag and handed it to the security guard, saying with a smile, "I'm here for an interview."

The security guard looked at the ID card and compared it with the photo.

Isabella quickly explained: "I've lost weight recently!"

The security guard nodded slightly: "Do you have an appointment?"

Isabella nodded: "Yes, the appointment is at 14 o'clock!"

"Follow me!" The security guard took Isabella to the security desk and handed the ID to another security guard. "Check, Betty Cyons, appointment for an interview at 14 p.m."

The security guard sitting at the security desk began to check the appointment information. After a moment, he returned the ID card to Isabella: "The interview office is over there."

Isabella took the ID card, put it back in her bag, smiled and nodded at the two security guards to express her gratitude, then turned and left.

The two security guards looked at each other, winked, and looked at Isabella's buttocks at the same time.

Isabella pretended to answer a phone call, chatted for a minute, hung up, and walked straight ahead.

When I walked to a row of security check machines, I was suddenly stopped by a voice behind me: "Ms. Betty Cyons, the interview is in a separate office over there. You don't need to go through security. This is the employee security check area."

At the same time, the security guards standing inside the security check machine looked at Isabella together. Although they did not do anything extreme, it was obvious that they were very alert.

The security guard just now ran up quickly.

Isabella glanced at the security machine and the security guard behind her, then said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm so sorry, this is my first time here."

After saying this, Isabella turned around.

The security guard who was shouting ran to Isabella and used his hand to redirect her. After apologizing, Isabella went straight to the independent interview office.

Isabella came to the waiting chair outside the office door and sat down. She began to observe the situation in the entire first-floor lobby.

All employees entering the office building must pass security checks, and the interview office is located outside the security checkpoint to prevent strangers from entering the office area.

"Betty Cyons, it's your turn!"

Hearing someone calling her from inside, Isabella got up and entered the interview office. Just as she sat down in front of the interviewer, her cell phone suddenly rang.

"Sorry!" Isabella answered the phone in front of the interviewer. "Yes, I'm interviewing at Huirui. Mom, okay, sure. Oh, don't touch the microwave until I get back. My boyfriend can fix it. Don't worry!"

Isabella kept chattering while smiling at the interviewer.

The interviewer's face gradually became gloomy, and the next moment, the interviewer said: "Ms. Betty Cyons, you don't need to interview anymore, you are eliminated."

Hearing this, Isabella was shocked: "What...what? I just received a call from my mother, you..." The interviewer with an unpleasant face said coldly: "Please leave!"

"Ah! Well..."

Isabella stood up and left the interview office.

As I was leaving, the security guard smiled and asked, "Ms. Betty Cyons, how was the interview?"

Isabella spread her hands and said, "No..."

Under the surprised gaze of the security guard, Isabella pushed the door and left the Huirui headquarters building.

After Isabella returned to the car, Roy drove away.

On the way, Isabella said:
"There are 15 security inspection machines in the lobby on the first floor. I have seen them. They have X-ray and explosive detection machines. Employees need to swipe their cards to verify their identities when going through security inspections. They also have their entire bodies scanned. Every time they come back from outside, they will undergo a security inspection. There are about 40 to 50 security guards in the lobby, all of whom are equipped with weapons."

Roy nodded: "Okay, I understand..."

into the night.

The Lincoln Navigator drove into the Laurelton community in Queens. When passing by Kane's haunted house, Roy deliberately took a look at the villa which was pitch black without any light.

After finding No. 1125 Laurelton Community, Roy parked the car opposite the villa, turned off the engine and lights, and waited quietly.

The lights in the villa are on, which means someone is at home. According to intelligence, Raymond Taylor has family, but they all live in Los Angeles. He lives alone in New York. The lights in the villa mean that Raymond Taylor is most likely at home.

Since Raymond Taylor was a retired special forces soldier and held an important position in the company, he must have been very defensive. In order to avoid alerting the enemy if the tracking failed, Roy did not track him, but chose to go to his house directly at night.

On the other side, Ma Hong, who was rushing towards Roy, was driving a Chevrolet Suburban with an FBI logo painted on it and a fake FBI license plate.

He turned his head and looked at Jonathan Hunter, who was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing an FBI uniform and disguised in appearance: "You said Roy..."

Jonathan turned to look at Mahone: "What's wrong?"

Mahone complained, "Raymond Taylor is a retired Navy SEAL who served as an instructor at Blackwater for five years. He didn't even go there himself, but asked you and me to go. Do you think we can handle Raymond Taylor?"

Jonathan: "..."

The Chevrolet Suburban drove into the Laurelton community and found No. 1125, and at the same time saw the Lincoln Navigator driven by Roy.

The car was slowly parked outside the villa. Ma Hong, wearing a black suit, pushed the door and got out of the car with a helpless expression on his face.

Jonathan pushed the door and got out.

Pushing open the villa's fence gate, Mahone and Jonathan walked to the main entrance of the villa, took a deep breath, and Mahone knocked on the door three times.

dong dong dong-

"FBI, Mr. Raymond Taylor, please open the door!"

There was no response from inside the villa.

Mahone continued to knock on the door.

dong dong dong-

"FBI, Mr. Raymond Taylor, please open the door!"

After a moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from the villa:

"FBI? What do you want from me?"

Mahone took out his FBI ID and put it in front of the cat's eye: "Senior FBI agent, Alexander Mahone, we have something we want to talk to you about."

Raymond Taylor saw Mahone's ID through the cat's eye. Since there were not many senior FBI agents in New York, Raymond Taylor knew Mahone.

This is what Roy took advantage of.

A real FBI agent will reduce the other party's suspicion and doubt.

click-

The door lock turned and the door opened.

The tall and burly Raymond Taylor appeared in front of Mahone. In front of him, Mahone was half a head shorter than him.

After opening the door, Raymond Taylor glanced at the other agent standing behind Mahone, then turned his gaze back to Mahone and asked, "Agent Mahone, what do you want from me?"

Ma Hong's hand trembled, and he showed the invitation letter:

"I want to find out from you..."

Ma Hong had just said half of his words when an arrow flew towards Raymond Taylor in the dark night and pierced Raymond Taylor's sturdy arm in the blink of an eye.

"Susan's situation..." Mahone finished speaking.

Feeling a sharp pain in his left upper arm, Raymond Taylor looked down at his left upper arm and saw an anesthetic sticking into his arm...

(End of this chapter)