Chapter 591 New Mission - The upcoming reunion with SEAL Team B
The bamboo forest is rustling, accompanied by the faint sound of strings. There are white walls and black tiles in front of you, small bridges and flowing water, and many pavilions in the distance. The corridor turned and the winding path led to a quiet place. Jack was sitting in the waterside pavilion, holding a blue and white porcelain tea cup, and his whole body had fallen into a sluggish state.
He was invited to attend the weekend dinner at the Reagan family with Hannah, who had just returned from Miami. As a result, he had a meal of fish and chips, a British delicacy, at noon. When he was speechless, Danny An afternoon tea was organized immediately afterwards.
Although Jack didn't quite understand why he wanted to come to the Staten Island Botanical Garden for afternoon tea, he couldn't refuse the hospitality, so he followed the big family here.
What he never expected was that there would be a small Soviet-style garden hidden in this botanical garden.
When Jack stepped into the small round arch, he noticed something was wrong when he saw the three clear gilded traditional Chinese characters "Ji Xing Yuan" written on the door plaque, and when he reacted, it seemed as if It's like traveling through time again, and you are in an ancient poetic and picturesque atmosphere.
"This was recommended to me by my dad. He said that I have a too hot temper. The environment here is very suitable for me and can make me... uh... calm, Jack? Jack! Are you okay?"
After saying what he said, Danny saw Jack unresponsive as if he was petrified, and subconsciously called out twice.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. It's just that I haven't had this kind of real Chinese green tea for a long time, which makes me miss it."
It was more than just nostalgia, Jack almost shed tears. Not only the tangy fragrance of Longjing tea, but also everything in front of him gave him the illusion of returning to his previous life, as if all these years of experience had become a dream, and now he was just waking up from the dream.
Unexpectedly, the brown-haired foreign devil sitting next to him quickly brought him back to reality. He was walking towards him not far away, wearing a plain pink Song Dynasty Hanfu, with his blond hair pulled up into a bun, and holding a hand. Hannah almost made him laugh out loud when she slapped him.
Looking at her crookedly walking to the pavilion by the pond, her stiff hands crossed and said a blessing, Jack's grinning mouth couldn't close for a long time, this fit Texas girl was wearing The tube top, bra and long pleated skirt really make people feel like Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow.
Linda also put on a Ming-style phoenix crown and harem, as if she was about to get married again. She was dressed in bright red, which was not too hot under the bright sun.
Perhaps because of the promotion of Chinese culture, this place does not simply provide some Hanfu for tourists to take pictures, but has very professional stylists who provide a full set of makeup and also teach some etiquette knowledge.
Although the cultures are not similar, the environment can indeed affect people. In this quiet rockery pavilion, even Danny, who has always been carefree, couldn't help but lower his voice when speaking.
"Dad's suggestion seems to be very good. I feel that I have really calmed down a lot."
"I should come to this place more often in the future." Jack murmured.
Although the two people were talking about different things, they were surprisingly similar.
After spending an afternoon in the classic Soviet-style garden located in the Staten Island Botanical Garden, which occupies a small area but has all the internal organs, Jack also accidentally heard about this "Jixing Garden" "Some interesting anecdotes. This small garden, which covers an area of just over 4,000 square meters, took 13 years to finally complete due to financial problems. The person who made the most of it was the President who particularly likes to wear red ties.
For a moment, Jack even doubted whether some of the rumors he heard in his previous life were true. Could this person really be one of his own? ——
Hannah seems to be obsessed with cross-dressing recently. After coming back from Staten Island, she bought a lot of strange clothes. Today she is a plump lady of my Tang Dynasty, and tomorrow she is a plump lady. The shrine maidens of the island nation of Japan are having a great time.
Knowing that she is usually a homebody who loves to play games, Jack is also happy to enjoy the benefits, and he personally thinks that although the improved Tang suit and Hanfu are beautiful, they are too complicated to wear. The island country's yukata is more fun and light. Just pull it lightly.
But God seemed to hate that this guy was living too comfortably. One morning, he was called into Dana Moger’s office by a phone call and met someone unexpected. People know trouble is coming.
Michael Weston, who still had two inconspicuous scars on his neck, sat opposite his female boss, with his legs crossed and a leisurely look.
Hasn't this guy been removed from the CIA? Jack was stunned for a moment before he made the connection between the careless guy in front of him and the guy who was dragged out of the Hummer by him, clutching his neck and dying.
"Hey, isn't this my dear savior? I haven't seen you for a long time." Michael, whose voice became slightly hoarse, jumped up from the sofa when he saw Jack and gave him a sincere greeting. Embrace.
Jack pulled away the guy's arm slightly awkwardly, and like an experienced surgeon, he opened the guy's head and looked left and right, "Are you fully recovered? It seems that the vocal cords are somewhat damaged." "
"Ahem. Stop." Knowing that he was deliberately teasing himself, Michael quickly slapped his paw away, but still thanked him with gratitude.
“Thanks to you, my attending doctor said that if you hadn’t dealt with it in time, even if I could survive, I might not be able to speak again in this life. Now my voice has just changed, and the girls all say that I am simply It’s the living Kenny Rogers (famous American country singer)”
"It's fine." Jack stretched out his hand to ask this out-of-character CIA to sit down again, and smiled sheepishly at the female boss who seemed to be looking at two grown-up boys.
"So, is your CIA planning to deal with any drug lord in New York again?" Jack asked.
“You guessed half of it right.” Michael pulled out a large document bag from his waist and handed it to Jack, “I’m going to Morocco soon. I’m just here to run an errand this time. The Ministry of National Defense has a mission. We need a reliable liaison, and SEAL Team 6 selected you."
"Water," Jack took the document bag with a confused look on his face. He didn't open it immediately, but turned to look at it. To Dana Moger, his face was filled with questions.
"Don't look at me like this. In fact, I just received this news, only 20 minutes earlier than you." The female boss Nunu mouth gestured that the information was in his hand, and she didn't know what it was. Task.
To be honest, Jack didn't really want to open this document bag. It was obviously impossible to refuse after reading it, but the seal in Michael's mouth aroused his interest again. He didn't know many people from SEAL Team 6, uh , in fact only the B team led by Jason Hayes.
If it was Jason Hayes who asked him for help, Jack had no reason to refuse.
(End of this chapter)