While Lu Jiadong and Musharraf were paying a private visit to their old friend Prince Khalid of Saudi Arabia and having a detailed conversation with Iraqi Deputy Prime Minister Aziz, in a secluded chapel in Prague, the capital of Czechoslovakia, thousands of kilometers away, amiable priests were explaining the mysteries of the Bible under the holy cross

At this moment, a tall old man in a gray suit from outside the church, supported by a young man, walked slowly into the church, first nodded apologetically to the priest on the stage very politely, and then found a seat in the corner of the back row against the wall

"This is the story of Moses' Exodus, he tells us that God is always there for us, believing in God, respecting God, and we can receive God's blessings and gospel, may God bless us, Amen"

"Amen"

As soon as the priest's words fell, all the congregants in the seats responded in unison, and even the old man who was hidden in the shadows was chanting while reverently drawing the cross on his chest, and then the pure children's voice of the choir accompanied by melodious music slowly sounded in the church

"I really didn't expect you to come here in person!" At the moment when the hymn sounded, a very stiff French greeting suddenly came from behind the old man:

"It was a surprise, but I was very happy!"

"Since you're here in person. Why can't I come?"

The old man bowed forward, and then moved it one after the other, so that he could hear the voice behind him more clearly. It's just that the side face exposed to the light in an instant can clearly see a kind but treacherous smile, but this smile only leaves an afterimage, and then with the old man's body leaning back, he once again disappeared into the shadow:

"It's just that I can't remember exactly, when was the last time we met? Seems like eight years ago, right?"

"Seven years and four months to be exact!"

"That year seemed to be the end of the Vietnam War. Hahaha, your memory is still so good!"

"You're just as suave as you were back then!"

"No more. No, I'm too old, especially during this time, I just feel as if ten years have passed all of a sudden."

The old man seemed to be in the middle of the old words. There is an irrepressible sadness and sentimentality. It was as if he had suffered so much pain in his life that he had to face it unspeakably so much that he had to stop at last, and the mysterious man behind him fell silent at this moment, and after a long time he spoke comfortingly:

"I've heard about you, and I'm deeply sorry for your son's death!"

"I'm sure he'll be doing well in heaven!" said the old man, with a hint of self-deprecation, but the mysterious man sitting behind him understood. Behind this faint self-deprecation is endless resentment and anger:

"It's just that we meet every time we meet for those far-reaching events in this world. But this time, it's for a little-known Chinese young man, hehe, I don't know if the world has regressed, or if we are really old!"

"Please don't underestimate this young Chinese man, you must know that under his auspices, China's military industry has developed by leaps and bounds, although it is not obvious on the surface, but according to the information we have, their technical reserves have achieved initial results, as long as the conditions are ripe, these technologies will continue to become a killing weapon."

"Hehe, my old friend, when did you Soviets become so worried?" Before the mysterious man behind him finished speaking, the old man suddenly sneered, but the mysterious man continued as if he hadn't heard anything:

"In addition, what is more important is your son, it was because he underestimated him that he finally died, so I want to remind Mr. Sarkozy, please don't underestimate this young Chinese man!"

"My dear friend, you don't have to be reminded of this, I will never let him have a good time!"

"But he's doing well now!" the mysterious man continued, "I heard that he has arrived in Saudi Arabia, and not only has he been received by the prince, but he has also met with the deputy prime minister of Iraq!"

"Is that Aziz?" the old man asked faintly.

"Do you know him well?" asked the mysterious man.

"He is a very good person, especially for the French girls, and he is more enthusiastic than for their true ~~~ Lord!"

"Looks like you're prepared!"

"I've told you, I'm not going to let him get better!"

"I believe in your ability, and I believe in your strength even more!" the mysterious person leaned forward and continued very seriously: "But I still warn you, don't play that boring cat and mouse game again, otherwise once he is given a chance, everything will be immeasurable!"

"Thank you for the reminder, my old friend!" the old man smiled slightly, thanked the mysterious man behind him, and then changed his words, and said coldly with gritted teeth:

"He will be very honored, because I really didn't underestimate him this time, and because of this, I won't let him go to hell so easily, I want to play with him until he is exhausted, miserable, and desperate for the world, and then let him slowly drain the last drop of blood from his body, otherwise, my son will get restless even in heaven!"

"I think you have a detailed plan of action!"

"I assure God that the ceasefire in Indochina, the exchange of spies at the Berlin Boundary Bridge, and even the end of the Vietnam War negotiations were not as elaborate as this outline!"

The old man's face flashed with a hint of pride, and then he tilted his head slightly to the mysterious man behind him, and continued to ask with a gentle and kind smile:

"Old friend, do you want to taste what it's like to be a director again?"

"I don't know what the benefits will be?"

"Isn't it good to completely eliminate the 'unfounded worries' of you Soviets?"

"And then make a good profit from it" The mysterious man replied with a smile, and then the two of them both laughed gloomily, and at this moment, the sunset slanted downward, through the skylight on the roof of the church, a dim but bright glow came in, illuminating the place where the old man and the mysterious man behind him were sitting, and if the senior intelligence officer of the United States or Britain was present at this time, his jaw would definitely fall to the ground in shock.

Because the person sitting in the corner at the front and back was none other than François Jean Sarkozy, chairman of the Military Equipment Committee of the French National Assembly and one of the controlling shareholders of Thomson Technologies, and behind him was General Ivanovich Ivashutin, head of the Main Directorate of Military Intelligence of the Soviet General Staff, but when the sun shone through, Sarkozy Sr. and General Ivashutin left the chapel one after another, and both disappeared into the quiet and dark sunset of Prague (to be continued). )

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