A year later, at the international airport, a handsome young man was walking out of the airport lobby. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses on his face. Although his eyes could not be seen, one could guess from the bridge of his nose and lips that after taking off the glasses, he would be able to charm many women. There were small diamonds on his earlobes. The diamond earrings did not make him look feminine, but added a bit of aristocratic air. His upper body is a casual khaki casual suit, and dark blue jeans make his legs more slender.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties came over and said, "Hey, young man, can I talk to you? I promise there is no harm."
"Okay, sir, I'll give you two minutes." The young man stopped funny. The action of looking at his watch showed that he was in a hurry, but his tone of voice was very patient.
"Your height and temperament are very suitable for being a model. This is my business card. Please accept it."
"Okay, thank you." The young man politely put the business card into his wallet.
"Can I buy you a cup of coffee and have a nice chat?"
"Sorry." The young man looked at his watch, "Two minutes are up."
At this time, a cool woman in a black suit came over, "Mr. Dean Yang, I have been waiting for you for half an hour, and now you are still leisurely chatting with people you don't know?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Layla. The gentleman seems sincere."
"Then my waiting is not sincere?" Leila raised her eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man, "Hello, sir. This is Dean Yang, the heir to the famous New York jewelry company Yang. You don't need to be a model, singer, or actress to earn over five million a year, my advice is to look for other candidates who are willing to pose for the camera."
"Ah, I'm really sorry." The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed.
On the contrary, Dean was still polite, "I have heard about your company and it has discovered many potential models. It is known as the dream factory in the fashion industry. If I have the opportunity, I look forward to cooperating with your company, of course in the jewelry display." aspect."
"Ah, thank you!"
Layla's patience had been worn away, so she picked up Dean Yang's arm and took him away.
Sitting in the car, Leila crossed her legs and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Very good." Dean took off his sunglasses. There was a scar of about two centimeters on his forehead. It was not hideous, but it added a sense of mystery to his facial features.
At this time, a slightly cold voice came from his ears.
"Officer Callum Zhou, how effective is this new communicator?"
"It's perfect." The young man's fingers lightly touched the diamond ornaments on his earlobes and raised the corners of his lips.
"Then I wish you good luck with today's dinner."
Yes, the young man who is almost identical to Archer Dean sitting in the car right now is Callum Zhou.
After the explosion a year ago, Zhou Zhou woke up in the hospital. The high temperature left scars from his left shoulder to his chest. His ribs were broken when he fell to the ground, as well as other scattered injuries. When Reece and the others arrived, they were shocked to see him lying there in a bloody state. Reece thought he would die, but he was the least injured in the explosion and the only survivor.
"Hey, brother!" Reece waited for him outside the ward for four whole days. When Zhou Zhou opened his eyes, what he saw was this guy's extremely haggard face.
"Is this heaven... or hell..."
"This is the human world."
A month later, Callum Zhou's injury improved. The head of Interpol's New York branch came to see him personally.
At this moment, besides his colleagues, there was an old man in his sixties - Yang Jin - next to Zhou Zhou's bedside.
In that explosion, his only son Archer Dean was severely burned and died after three days of excruciating pain. This is a fatal blow to the elderly. He wants nothing now except revenge for his son.
He provided a huge sum of money to Interpol in order to find the murderer who planted the bomb and bring him or them to justice.
"As a businessman, I have always been careful not to get involved in shady transactions. I want my business to be as pure as my diamonds. But even so, my son is still..." the old man mentioned By this point, my body was shaking and tears were falling.
Callum Zhou was the only person who survived the explosion. Apart from his face being severely injured, he was lucky to be alive.
"I'm sorry, sir."
Callum Zhou remembers Dean Yang, a young man who looked like a jewel, gorgeous but not extravagant. His life should have been simple, but he was obsessed with a dangerous woman.
"But you can help me now."
"help you?"
"I want you to be my son--Dean. Yang can help you get close to those arms dealers, and you can collect information from them..."
"Wait...how do I become your son?" Callum Zhou felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, because in addition to team leader Reece, there was also Owen, the head of the New York branch, who was staying in his ward. - Liszt.
"You need reconstructive surgery on your face. The doctor can make you look like Dean."
"What?" Zhou Chouyang raised his tone and looked at Reece and Liszt, "Um...Mr. Yang, is he too sad?"
Owen List made a gesture to signal Callum Zhou to listen to Mr. Yang.
"Perhaps you haven't noticed that you and Dean are surprisingly similar. You both have type A blood, and you are both 185 centimeters tall. Dean knows four languages, and you know many more languages than him. Two. Dean can play piano, but he only learned it for three years. That child is not interested in piano. According to my research on you, your mother was a pianist in the United States and taught before her death. Your piano..."
"That's enough..." Zhou Zhou closed his eyes, "Even so, I can't really become Dean Yang! So many people know him, and they will eventually become gangsters!"
"So after the surgery, I'm going to teach you all the people Dean knows, their habits, the way they talk."
"God...how could I agree to this ridiculous..."
"Your parents died because of a car accident, but the perpetrator escaped and has not been found until now. And I already know who he is. If you are willing to help me, I will tell you the answer."
"What?" Callum Zhou was stunned.
"I bet, I am the only one in the world who knows who he is. You can think carefully about whether to agree to my request." Mr. Yang left the ward with his cane in his hand.
Zhou Zhao looked at Reece, "Is there something wrong with my head? He wants to plastic surgery me into Dean Yang? And he's threatening me with my mother's car accident?"
"It's not that bad." Reece shrugged her shoulders, "At least that Dean is a handsome guy. As Archer Dean, you can enjoy a luxurious life that you have never enjoyed before."
"Reece!" Zhou Zhao was angry, and because of this, he fell back on the bed due to the injury.
"Chow, I know Mr. Yang's idea is ridiculous. When he contacted me at first, I found it difficult to accept. But when I calmed down, I thought, maybe this is really a good idea." Owen- Lister is in his fifties and has been with Interpol for nearly thirty years. He has solved many cases and arrested many drug lords and arms dealers. His head was once among the top 10 black market bounties. Even though he is no longer as brave and invincible as he was when he was young, he still has the trust of the entire New York branch in strategizing. Just like this moment, his eyes shone with a calm and intelligent light.
"What..." Zhou Zhou frowned. He didn't expect that the head of the branch, Owen List, whom he always admired, would think this was a good idea?
"We need someone who can enter that world, rather than groping outside the world of people like Anson and Eva. You and I can't even imagine how many arms deals there are in the world every year, and how much money is involved. I have never thought about it. I thought about destroying that world, because that is a fantasy. What we are doing now is to prevent the smoke of that world from affecting our lives and the lives of other ordinary people."
"So? According to you...if you want to maintain balance, once I become that Archer Dean, do I have to play this role until I die?" Callum Zhou felt that he was dreaming. .
"Of course not. You should already know about the Massive Consortium. This consortium has many industries, as extensive as the Greyson Anson family. And it is obvious that Massive is trying to replace Greyson Anson's position in the arms world, although the first two rounds of competition have It failed, but next time none of us can tell."
"So we, Interpol, are on the side of the Greyson Anson family? So are we and the criminals actually the same breed?" Callum Zhou began to get excited. Lister's words overturned all his beliefs in this organization, and he even doubted it. What is abnormal is the world or himself.
"Okay, let me tell you this. Greyson Anson is a madman. He makes money, burns money and enjoys life, but his greed has a bottom line. Although the positions are different, he has the same point of view as us, which is balance. But Once a guy is replaced, maybe the world will become more chaotic. Do you think it will be better? Maybe we will sacrifice more companions every year to arrest those guys than we do today. Our operation this time has only one purpose. You need to understand who is the boss in Massive. Find him and catch him before he stirs up trouble. You may disagree with me about Greyson Anson, but shouldn’t the real boss behind Massive be arrested? ? That guy killed Mr. Yang’s son and planned to transport missiles to other countries. He may even sell nuclear weapons to other countries tomorrow. When the time comes when there are no checks and balances, it’s not you who pretends to be Dean Yang. It can be solved." Liszt paused, and then said with great determination, "Remember Mary? Cohen and Vincent..."
"Remember, they are in the same group as me."
"They were once in the same group as you." Liszt emphasized the word "once", and Reece frowned, showing a faint look of pain.
"What's wrong..." Callum Zhou had a bad feeling.
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