The personal bodyguard quickly escorted Han Xuan home, while the outside was following him all the way. All vehicles attempting to follow Han Xuan were intercepted, and two helicopters with missiles and machine guns followed the bulletproof Hummer.

The warning level of the entire Snow Mountain Ranch was raised to the highest level. Although there were no signs of attacking Han Xuan, Han Qianshan and others for the time being, the other party’s target was Travolta, the old man of unknown origin, but the danger has not been ruled out yet.

The FBI has been notified, the CIA, and Mr. Han also quickly received news. The President learned about the incident ten minutes later, and it also fell into the eyes of those who are interested. It is related to Han Xuan, and it involves many organizations with dozens of or even tens of billions of dollars in interests. They have to take it seriously.

The reporters got the news as soon as possible, and someone passed the information out. The cowboys organized patrols and left their warm homes one after another. An air force base more than 30 kilometers away, and an airborne unit was on standby at any time.

All parties turned their attention to the Snow Mountain Ranch to investigate who was taking action, and Han Xuan and his father returned home smoothly, and their skiing plan must be ruined for the time being.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, when Winnie opened the door, she revealed her big head first, and Han Xuan said to it: "Be good, go and help keep watch. If someone is approaching, tell Jason and them.

Dad, bring the medical first aid kit! Whose medical skills are better?”

In the past, Han Xuan had a bodyguard nicknamed Du Ersha, who belonged to the military doctor in the special forces. This position is very important. A doctor next to him may save his life. Now there are two bodyguards who work part-time first aid.

They were responsible for rescuing Travolta who was sent to the garage.

There is a small arsenal in the basement. Irving took out the machine gun, and Gabriel even brought up the Barrett M82A1. If you were hit by this thing, it would be useless even if you wear two bulletproof vests, and it would be a big killer.

Originally they were wearing cotton jackets, but now they had bulletproof vests, which was not heavyweight. One bulletproof vest was enough. When they saw the air-resistant car through the window, Han Xuan asked in surprise: "All this thing?"

"Well, the old man got it." Han Qianshan answered casually, then comforted the child's mother and told him that it was okay.

The security power of the Han family is comparable to that of the president. Judging from this series of retreats and emergency measures, it has risen more than one level from the previous two years. At the beginning, he only had four bodyguards, and now it has developed into a professional team of dozens of people.

Including the personal bodyguards of grandfather, father and mother, the total number of more than one hundred people is enough to launch a small-scale war.

If even this cannot stop the attack, it can only mean that the people who are trying to deal with them are already terrible. The result is almost the same whether they resist or not. There is no need to worry about it.

Sitting on the sofa, the window was sealed, Han Xuan hugged Anya and squeezed her face, and asked, "How is it, are you okay?"

It is not the first time that Han Xuan has been attacked. He is often involved in various troubles, some because he is affected, some because he has touched other people's interests, or some people attempt to kidnap Han Xuan to gain wealth.

Now no one has put the idea of ​​kidnapping him into action, because the risk is too high, and even if you get the money, you may not be able to spend your life.

Anya, who had witnessed someone being shot in front of her, was of course scared, lay in Han Xuan's arms and hugged him, shook her head and said, "I'm fine. You covered my eyes, but actually didn't see clearly."

"Haha, you are still a minor, and you can't watch the R-level picture." Han Xuan turned his head and then asked Isabelle, saying, "What about you?"

"Me? I'm fine, but who is launching the attack? Is it because of Time Warner Group?"

Isabelle was born in a big family. Since childhood, she has heard a lot of secrets about the rich class. Thinking about why the probability of a plane crash in a rich politician is even higher, you can know how chaotic this class is.

After thinking for a while, Han Xuan shook his head and told: "It shouldn't be those people. Time Warner Group has been acquired by me, and it will be useless to take action against me now. It will only burn the fire on himself.

Since you hire a mercenary, you will always leave a handle. They won’t be so stupid. I think it’s because the old man has something wrong. Some people don’t want him to meet me. In addition, the secret he told me just now is probably because he is right."

"What's the secret?" Isabelle asked curiously, then saw Han Xuan's expression of refusing to speak but stopped, and added: "It's okay, if you don't know, you can stop talking."

"Well... I was actually monitored. Through the monitoring device implanted in Anya's mobile phone, there may be some other places. Next, people will be arranged to conduct a large-scale investigation to find out all security loopholes."

Han Xuan frowned and said, with some speculation in his heart, but he was not completely sure. Everything will be done until Travolta is rescued.

My mother's lips turned white and her condition was pretty good. After all, nothing happened to her son and the others. At this time, she said, "Your grandpa and Old John went fishing together. I have called him to notify him that she is on the way back now, and there are bodyguards guarding her, so don't worry.

You should stay at home these days. Since that person is in danger, it would be better to give it to the police. People who pursue the truth in the movie will generally not have good results."

"Mom, this is not a movie.

If people fall into my hands, how can they be easily handed over? Maybe it’s just the official departments that are doing it, and only they are most interested in monitoring.”

Han Xuan Lean thought of the CIA and the FBI coming to their company repeatedly and trying to open their data repository. He felt that they were very suspicious of monitoring themselves. Maybe there were shadows of some powerful groups behind them, trying to seize their little tail and threaten them.

Recalling the important conversations in the past two years, especially the one that constitutes a crime, he began to worry a little and then explained: "While people are in my hands, they are dangerous, but they are also a deterrent.

If I dare to force me, I will expose the secret that guy knows and see who is afraid of whom."

It makes sense to say this. My mother didn't say much. Han Xuanze got up and went to the garage. Travolta was shot just now. He was worried that an accident would occur. If he didn't understand the secret, he wouldn't be able to sleep well for some time.

After calling and communicating with the old man, he learned that he was already on the way to the airport and told the old man about the incident and his own guesses. Then Han Xuan saw Mr. Travolta lying on the white sheets and being injected with the blood.

The bullet had been taken out, the wounds began to be sewn, the legs were covered with blood, and the tray was filled with blood-stained cotton gauze, which looked a bit scary.

"How is it, can't you die, right?" Han Xuan asked a Chinese man. The Chinese bodyguard named Guan had just come to work with him not long ago. The two of them had little contact with each other before, and they still remember the specific information.

The middle-aged bodyguard named Guan answered him in Chinese: "I just inputted him two hundred milliliters of type O blood, and I lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, I didn't hurt the blood vessels, so I didn't have any serious injuries for the time being. I still need to observe.

The little boss, we took out this thing from his arm, and it was a new tracker produced by Lockheed Martin, which is only equipped by the official department.

It's probably an agent or something, but it doesn't look like it. His body is a bit bad. In the end, the machine signal has been cut off by us. The other party should know that he is here with us."

Without general anesthesia, Han Xuan saw the old man looking at him, walked up to him and stood by the bed, asking, "Who are you? Where did you get the content of the call just now?

Since I know that my girlfriend has a wiretap in her phone, you were one of the other party before, why did you come to me?"

"Because... because you are strong enough, they dare not do anything to you."

Knowing that Han Xuan was messing with his own words, the old man Travolta pretended not to hear it and said, "Help me arrange a new identity and send it to a country where no one can find me. In addition, I will also ask for one million dollars in cash and three million dollars of bearer bonds. I will tell you all the news I know, otherwise I won't know anything."

"In order to save you, I died three bodyguards. The other party sent more than ten people to kill you, and a tracker was implanted in your arm.

I think you guessed the situation wrong. Sir, the other party values ​​you rather than me. If I hand over you, I can switch to what I want, such as clearing the recording file for me.

I don't want to know other things, as long as I'm safe, I believe they will be happy to negotiate with me..."

Han Xuan said half-truely and half-falsely. Through the traces on the old man's fingers, he probably guessed that Travolta was not a so-called agent, but a civilian. Many software programmers also had problems with their wrists. The pale complexion showed that they rarely sunbathed the sun, and such people were more likely to be exposed to information.

Hearing this, Travolta was stunned. If Han Xuan handed over himself, he might indeed have switched to those monitoring documents. He shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I know what you did in the Maldives, and I also know that you transfer assets through various tax havens.

The scale of the monitoring this time is larger than you think, and I know the information of many people."

"...CIA?National Security Agency?FBI?" When he said these three departments, Han Xuan was observing the other party's micro-expression, guessing that it was probably related to the US authorities, and said, "Very good, you have successfully given me two reasons."

This sentence seemed to be incomplete, but Travolta was stunned. What reason was naturally the reason for killing people to silence him. It was because he didn't want to die that he took the risk of escaping.

I saw a bodyguard picking up scissors and almost jumping out of the bed, and hurriedly said, "I copied a hard drive! A lot of news in it will be useful to you!

There are all kinds of information about politicians, business, military, and all kinds of information! It's just a small request, there's no need to take risks for it!

In the plan, you are the important target of eavesdropping, and if exposed, you will get into big trouble!

I am responsible for your listening file. I took out the hard drive, but I didn’t put it on my body. I agreed to my request and I will give it to you..."
Chapter completed!