Friday, 8:00AM

K country, the most prosperous fifth street in the Solomon area.

Chiko took a cup of hot black coffee from the counter on the Coffee Coast. With the heat of the cup, her gaze quickly swept through the glass door, locking a man in a black suit firmly in her sight. However, in the eyes of other customers, this young woman, who exudes a charming smell all over her body, may be enjoying the rich aroma of coffee. And they, especially the bachelors who live inconspicuously, are more than happy to enjoy the hormonal turmoil aroused by the stunner in front of them for free.

Mrs. Max, the sole owner of the coffee shop, has repeatedly emphasized that she has been widowed for many years, but "Mrs." and this "coffee coast" seem to be a set of phrases that she cannot separate. She is an extremely shrewd strong woman, and some even say that she is the most calculating woman on the street. But in Chiko's opinion, if you are too shrewd, you will become stupid.

Today, either because of her incorrigible "stupidity" or because of the middle-aged woman's incomprehensible "jealousy" of youth, she intentionally or unintentionally, seems to be carelessly tempting: "It seems that you pay attention to that man? He is a frequent visitor to this place, and he comes almost every day." ”

Qianzi took a sip of coffee and put on an inexplicable expression: "Man? What man? You~ are you asking me?"

Seeing the astonishment on Chiko's face, Mrs. Max began to doubt her own judgment, could it really be that she had "stumbled"? Few women can stand at a counter for ten years like her, turning a coffee fast selling station of more than ten square meters, which could barely be called a "store", into a hardcover coffee coast of 200 square meters. Mrs. Max believed that her eyes had been polished and infiltrated by life, and that anyone's deeds were a living "strip show" in her eyes.

Chiko placed a bill on the counter and pointedly tapped a piece of entertainment newspaper on the counter — a news story about a singer Salina's breakup with her boyfriend, whom she had been dating since college. She pretended to mock and mocked: "Let me tell you a little knowledge, in the East, there is a criterion for choosing a mate that is regarded as the norm - the right person, the beauty of the fragrant car." ”

Mrs. Max, knowing that she had struck a thorny rose, shrugged her delicately trimmed eyebrows, and made a playful round for herself: "Well—I think—there might be something like Jack and Rose in Titanic...... too."

"Well, that's all for today, dear Mrs. Max, I still have to go to work on time to pay my coffee bill tomorrow, and I wish you a speedy finding your Jace. Chiko sneered softly and gently interrupted Mrs. Max's defense, "By the way, "Titanic" is an unpleasant tragedy. ”

With that, Chiko calmly turned away and continued to track her target. But when I thought about it, it was a miracle that a divorced middle-aged woman would talk about such a vulgar topic.

Mrs. Max looked at the back of Chiko's departure, and smiled bitterly in her heart, and felt inexplicable that she was talking about "love". This feeling of embarrassment – especially after a divorce – becomes especially intense. I remember five years ago, the day after signing the divorce agreement, I was still standing at the counter on time, stubbornly playing the image of an unbreakable strong woman. That day, a middle-aged man with a big beard walked into the coffee shop, looked at her a few times, and showed an intriguing smile: "Congratulations, you have regained your freedom." ”

Mrs. Max still can't forget this sharp "proverb", not just because of the divorce, but because just after that sentence, a violent explosion suddenly resounded over the Solomon area. The loud noise pressed against the glass of the coffee shop and the humming moan, and Mrs. Max could feel the whole of Fifth Avenue tremble at the loud noise. Outside the door, gunsmoke, firelight, mixed with the frightened screams of pedestrians. At this moment, the strong man is paralyzed on the side of the street and cries with his head in his arms, the gentleman knocks over the women and children and runs away, and the wise man crouches behind the crowd early......

Mrs. Max had never seen such a chaotic scene, but she still clung to an old coffee machine that had accompanied her since her apprenticeship. But she soon discovers that the bearded man seems to be deaf to what is in front of him when almost everyone is dominated by the instinct to survive. Still taking a sip of his coffee, he calmly pulled out a tissue, calmly wiped away the coffee stains that had spilled on the back of his hand, and then walked away with nonchalant steps. He was like a Persian cat pacing on the edge of the wall, without any surprise or the slightest panic, not even the slightest curiosity about the near-devastating noise, as if everything was taken for granted.

Later, amid the sound of sirens and overwhelming reports, the people of country K ushered in the darkest day of the century, and the first page of every news newspaper repeated a photo: a huge mushroom cloud bursting out of the Solomon Expo Center for the World's Expo four years later. The heavy* that was originally used to blast the old building in a step-by-step manner was detonated at the same time due to a mistake in the setting procedure. To make matters worse, the president's motortrocade was less than 300 meters from the center of the explosion at the time of the explosion. Jefferson, who has been called the most peaceful president of the K-nation in the 21st century, was left dead in the explosion.

In addition to the accompanying convoy, he was also buried with his great peace policy that affected the world pattern.

The woman's instinct told Mrs. Max that the strange white-bearded man had an inexplicable connection to the disaster, in addition to his unusually calm in the midst of the explosion, and the strange tattoo that he had accidentally targeted, a strange smile, and a strange word:

"Smiley-Gesicht" (German, Chinese translation: smiley)

What the hell is this......

"Hey, Mrs. Max, my black coffee!" said a young man, waiting a little impatiently.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, young man. Mrs. Max gathered her thoughts at once, handed over the coffee in her hand, glanced at his curled, greasy hair, and kindly reminded him, "Perhaps you should go to the barbershop." ”

The young man took the coffee, glanced at Qianzi who was fading away outside the glass door, grabbed his hair and smiled bitterly: "I wish there was this time." ”

It's the morning rush hour for work, and all pedestrians can only see the traffic lights that turn on and off. Only Qianzi, more or less able to make them willing to divide some precious attention, they either lingered sideways, or rolled down the window......

Chiko has long been accustomed to these imminent moves, even including some malicious attention. Since the beginning of her physical development, these eyes full of possessiveness or envy have never stopped.

And now there is only one man in her eyes, that is the young man 10 meters away, Felix Pfeivre, a young man with a length of 1.98 meters, a broad-shouldered bald head and a hooked nose, and always with a kind and smiling face.

Six months ago, Chiko was fortunate to receive a simple A-class surveillance mission: to find a man in country K and determine his identity. However, what is still incomprehensible to her is that such an ordinary task should be assigned by Director Custer himself. But as a newcomer to the CIA, she was really flattered.

After weeks of investigation, her target was a 29-year-old German-K-national, an ordinary financial advisor at the Grace Group, a regular bachelor and a petty clerk whose routine life was at odds with the C.I.A.'s treacherous, intrigue label. Chiko even wondered more than once if she had found the wrong person. Otherwise, why go to the trouble of sending a female agent to spy on a little man's life?

However, the biggest headache for her was that the scruffy curly-haired man who followed her was more troublesome than Felix's doubts. From the moment she found Felix, Chiko had discovered that her target had long been targeted by this man, and that he had recently shown great interest in her. He was like a haunting shadow, and everywhere Chiko felt a greasy ball of fur following her, as if it would stick to her at any moment.

Chiko entrusted his colleagues to review the file of the curly-haired man: his name is Eric Lee, 26 years old, a Chinese-born K-country, who came to K-country six years ago, and is a third-rate private investigator who is busy investigating extramarital affairs or helping people find cats and dogs. But the most strange thing is that even the CIA can only find out the experience of this scruffy curly-haired detective for the past six years. And six years ago, where was he, what was he doing, everything was blank, as if he had just appeared out of thin air in Solomon's area.

Qianzi didn't expect that a simple A-level surveillance mission would involve two strange men, one was completely innocent, whether it was birth, education, work, investment, or even his primary school oil painting homework, it was well documented, but instead it became the target of CIA surveillance. The other is almost blank, except for those shady commissions in the past 6 years, he is almost a blank slate, so that the unknown "trouble" can track himself and the mission goal in a grand manner. What an irony!

But she knew that she had to get out of this task as soon as possible, so that she could let go of her hands and feet and clean up the sticky "tail" behind her. She looked back suddenly, coldly throwing Eric a seductive, elusive smile. This is both a warning and a demonstration.

I saw this curly-haired detective, Eric, stopped his steps, was slightly stunned, and suddenly took Chiko's inexplicable look back and smiled, but then his eyes widened as if he understood something.

He took a sip of Mrs. Max's black coffee, and a mellow bitterness made him frown.

"It seems that the more beautiful the female agent, the more innocent she is, this one is hopelessly naïve. ”

Although Eric didn't know what the female agent in front of him was going to do, he knew very well that the surprisingly naïve female agent didn't know how terrible her target was watching, and she didn't even know who the enemy she was fighting was.

"Ding~" Eric's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller number, pressed the call button on the screen unhurriedly, and pretended to be exhausted: "My old man, your phone is always so out of place. ”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, which gave Eric a sense of foreboding. A moment later, an undeniable voice came from the phone: "Eric, the plan has changed, from now on, you must protect this female agent at all costs." Remember, at all costs!"

"What?" Few things surprised Eric, but he still asked in a mocking manner, "Well, please give me a good reason, and don't tell me that this naïve woman is a debt you owe when you were young." ”

The other end of the line was obviously reluctant to reveal more, but with a light explanation, Eric made the decision to change his original plan. He closed his eyes lightly and quickly flipped through the photographs of his memories in his mind, and a somewhat dim photo was pulled out. The photo shows a girl in a ponytail and wearing a college uniform, with a gentle smile on her childish and makeupless face.

"I forgot about her, hell. Eric took another sip of Mrs. Max's black coffee, but it seemed that the bitterness of the taste was gone, whether the taste was accustomed to this mellow stimulation, or whether the waves stirred in his heart had completely drowned out the perception of the taste buds.

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