Of course, Yang Changfeng's worries exist, and he is busy.

At this moment, in the Kanto region, there are already troops secretly operating, this is the port, and some are people who do things for Da Mao, if things are taken back and discovered by Da Mao, it will be too irresponsible.

At almost every station of Da Mao's house, there are intelligence officers who are acting urgently, and the KGB has the roads of the KGB, and the intelligence officers have the roads of the intelligence officers.

In the port of the country of windmills in distant Europe, a freighter had just docked, and on the freighter, a middle-aged man with a small height and ordinary appearance looked at the people on the shore and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of the drawings and materials of "Rolls-Royce" have arrived, and now it is up to these people to hide these materials.

As a link in the intelligence network, the middle-aged man knew that his mission would be completed by transporting things safely to the port, but he didn't dare to rest assured, let alone completely relax.

When the freighter docked, a small truck immediately came over and docked directly on the shore.

"You have three hours, and when the three hours come, this place must be cleaned up. "A golden-bearded port manager came over, and for the sake of millions of euros, he was willing to serve these people, and he knew that these people could give him far more than he could give, and he liked to deal with these people.

Interests?

Oh God, the things here are not the town weapons of the Windmill Country, as long as their town weapons are not sold, he won't care about these things, anyway, the loss of the British guys has nothing to do with him.

What's more, if he doesn't help with this, not only will he not have an income of at least one million euros, but he will likely be wiped out by these people. These people have great powers, and they can send him to this position, so naturally there is a chance to kill him, life and death are at stake, and he knows how to choose.

"Thank you for taking care of me, sir. The middle-aged man did not get off the freighter, but sent someone to bring a suitcase to the other party.

The foreigner knew what was inside, and could not help but be a little apprehensive, and shook his head, and said, "Thank you, sir, for your generosity, but I cannot help you any more, oh God, my duty is only that." ”

"No, sir, it's not for you to help us any longer, it's just some little British specialty. "And, you can rest assured that in an hour and a half at most, we will definitely transport things somewhere else, and there will be no trace here, and we, just need to take some goods with us, and we will leave the port immediately." ”

The foreigner was relieved, carried his suitcase, walked to the empty lounge, and looked out through the window, those capable guys can actually do anything, oh God, they can actually operate an automated crane, what a group of powerful guys.

I put the suitcase on the table and opened it, and there was a suitcase of pounds neatly arranged inside.

"God, these generous fellows. "In this case, I should give a portion of the original money to those who will have extra income tonight, and here is at least half a million pounds, which is mine, and I should be generous to them—oh God, I swear, I will give each of them an extra ten thousand euros, yes, ten thousand euros, I am such a generous fellow." ”

Of course, he couldn't have known that a company not far from here was making boxes out of steel plates on the train floor, packing a set of core equipment for a chip production line that was five years behind the times, and several trucks were busy transporting the boxes to other places.

Upstairs, an identical suitcase was placed in the general manager's office.

"Sir, the business is done with your company, and most of the profits are earned by your directors and gentlemen, thank you Mr. Manager for taking care of us in this business, there are millions of euros here, please smile. "The intelligence officer opened the suitcase on the spot.

The manager is very happy, he is not from here, he works here, he is only for his income, with this million euros, his living conditions will be improved even more, and he is sure that the board of directors will reward him a little more.

"Generous gentlemen, God bless you, and you will have a safe journey. The manager seemed even happier.

This night, there were busy people everywhere, and in order to have a rapid improvement in the core technology, we had to use some means to get good things.

But Yang Changfeng will be very leisurely, and even a little annoyed leisurely.

A farm on the outskirts of the city, frozen in the cold and lifeless, is a small farm of about fifty acres, with a fence on the outside and a small wooden building on the inside, completely hairy style, and looks strong in the wind and snow.

"Just stay in this place where no one has passed by for a day and a night?" Yang Changfeng said angrily, "We can at least do some work in the city, but we ...... here."

"You need to rest now, and you need a makeover. The two intelligence officers said very seriously, "You should know that when you arrive in the country of windmills, you still have to go out to investigate, and once the things get to the car, you won't even have time to rest, you must rest in advance." Maybe you need a few days of silence when you get to the land of windmills, maybe you can relax, maybe you go to some other work, but only if you have enough energy. ”

Yang Changfeng had no choice but to get out of the car, and the wooden buildings hit by the wind and snow seemed to be banging.

"Go, we won't go in, remember, there's no one around, and no one will come looking for you, you need to rest here for a day and a night, and we'll pick you up tomorrow evening." The two intelligence officers waved their hands and said, "There's plenty of food and water in there, the fireplace has been burning for a day, and it's warm in the house, so no one will disturb you." ”

Watching the taxi go away, Yang Changfeng looked at the empty suburbs, which was not far from the road, and in the cold winter, almost all signs of life had been lost here, only the boundless and endless wind, whistling on the snow, as if to roll up the earth and fly.

The little princess used to push open the gate, but the door was not high, only more than two meters, and it was not like a domestic door, but more like a fence wall.

"Let's go, let's take a break, we will enter the city tomorrow evening, there may be something we really need to do, and besides, I think they let us rest here, most likely to help us change our identity, and even, the KGB has already discovered us, so we need to stay here for a while." The little princess said.

Yang Changfeng felt that there was such a possibility, but he was in a hurry now, time was precious!