June 14th.
Morning.
Manhattan International Airport.
Stepping off the airplane.
Gitti adjusted her sunglasses, feeling that this task was practically a death mission.
However.
The organization had given orders. Since Tang Qing spoke on behalf of the organization to her, she had to carry them out. She hoped the organization had a backup plan and would not abandon her so easily.
As for what the backup plan was?
She had no right to know.
Got in the car.
Set off.
Just like last time, she bypassed customs through a special channel. The difference this time was that the consortiums helped her avoid examination.
Gitti's arrival was no secret to the consortiums, and each was quite excited, having waited over twenty days for this 'gesture of goodwill.'
This time.
They could think of ways to assert their authority.
By the way.
To squeeze some benefits from it.
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