There were only three people in the room at this time, and Agent House's companion closed the door and then stood by the door, while Agent House looked at Pang Jindong with a smile. This qiē made Pang Jindong feel very strange, first, because there were Chinese personnel present at every questioning, but not this time; second, every time the other party had to prepare a large number of legal documents, and also made video and audio recordings of the whole questioning, but this time there was none.

Pang Jindong asked: "I think before asking, you should first ask me: do you know who is present, whether there are words and deeds that induce testimony, and so on!"

"You're right!" House nodded, and said unhurriedly, "So I'm not here for Agent Thompson's case, but if I don't use this as an excuse, your country won't arrange a time and place for me to meet with you!"

"What do you mean?"

"Jerry, based on what you and I know about Agent Thompson, it's not surprising that he was killed for what he did in North Africa! ”

House's remark is an indirect implication that he knows Pang Jindong's past history, including Pang Jindong's shared experience with Thompson. Pang Jindong frowned slightly, looked at House with deep eyes, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"This is my other identity!" Agent House said, placing a document in front of Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and found that it was written "Drug Control Bureau".

"Jerry, Director Anderson wants me to say hello to you on his behalf!" said these words, and the smile on Agent House's face remained the same.

Director Anderson, a name that has not been mentioned for a long time, but it impressed Pang Jindong so much. Because he taught Pang Jindong a lot of things.

After Pang Jindong crawled out of the corridor, he was immediately surrounded by a group of people. Facing their guys of different lengths, Pang Jindong had to obediently hand over the gun in his hand.

These people put a blindfold on Pang Jindong, and then stuffed Pang Jindong into a car. Pang Jindong felt that the car was driving at high speed, and there was always someone next to him with a gun.

After about an hour, the car stopped, and the men took Pang Jindong out of the car and removed the blindfold.

Because he was in the dark for a long time, at the beginning, Pang Jindong couldn't stand the stimulation of the sun and couldn't help but squint his eyes. It wasn't until he began to get used to it that Pang Jindong opened his eyes and observed the environment he was in.

Pang Jindong suddenly felt that his eyes suddenly opened up.

It is a very beautiful valley, surrounded by dense woods, which are particularly lush in the bright sun. The blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds, and occasionally the misty air in the valley is slowly drifting by.

Not far away is a luxurious villa, typical Spanish style, with the beauty of the surroundings, it is really a great place to spend a holiday.

The cold and damp basement that he had just left was full of murderous intent and made people feel extremely depressed, so for Pang Jindong at this time, this place was like heaven in comparison.

It's just that this beautiful atmosphere has been ruined by many people wearing black suits and black sunglasses. They patrolled around the villa in groups of three or five, vigilantly watching the movements around them.

"Today's weather is good!" said a man escorting Pang Jindong. From the beginning to the present, this is the only thing they have said to Pang Jindong.

"Are you filming Men in Black 3? Why is there no Will Smith?" Pang Jindong asked.

These people didn't say a word, they just pushed Pang Jindong forward.

"Isn't it a movie? Look at the way you guys dress, that's what all the villains in the movie look like. You're going to put a label on your head - I'm a bastard!"

These people still didn't speak, and after taking Pang Jindong to the villa, they arranged a room for him, and then told him: "From today on, this is your home." If there is any request, just put it forward, you can meet it all. But don't try to run away, because someone is watching you all the time! If we find you acting rashly......" The man said, opening his shirt to Pang Jindong to see the pistol hanging under his ribs.

"Surprise me!" Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and teased: "Your action just now made me almost think you were gay!"

"Class starts tonight!" the man threw down the thoughtless words and turned to go out.

As the man said, Pang Jindong was taken to a "classroom" that night and began to be taught hand-to-hand combat.

In the next few days, Pang Jindong's daily content was fully arranged, theoretically to learn criminology, psychology, forensics, and practice, to learn martial arts and the use of various weapons. Except for what is necessary for teaching, these people will never say a word to Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong's content here overlaps with what he learned when he became a mercenary, but there are also many differences. Pang Jindong found that the things taught by these people were more suitable for sneak attacks and assassinations, rather than being applied on ordinary battlefields.

These people supervised Pang Jindong very closely, for example, when he was learning to manipulate weapons, there must be more than five people next to him who pointed their guns at him. Pang Jindong thought to himself that he couldn't put down everyone in an instant and he didn't put his life into it, so he had to give up his plan to escape.

This is also because Pang Jindong wants to know what the purpose of these people is. Since they were able to spend so much effort to train themselves, they must keep it useful, and it was impossible to kill themselves in the blink of an eye.

Although they are tired every day, these people still take care of Pang Jindong's life. No matter what Pang Jindong wants to eat, drink, or watch a TV show, as long as he writes it down on a slip of paper, he will do it. Pang Jindong believes that if he proposes to find two girls, they will also select beauties from all over the world and nationalities to send them, but Pang Jindong does not have the leisure now.

When it came to the Blood Lion Heaven, Pang Jindong's study was finally over.

On that day, these people took Pang Jindong to a spacious and bright office, and then surrounded and stood next to him.

After a while, an old man in his fifties came out of a door, with gray hair, a crisp suit, and a meticulous bow tie.

The first impression of anyone who sees this old man must be that he is a gentleman. His manners were so elegant, apparently well-educated, and that he had lived in high society for many years.

"Hello, Jerry!" the old man sat opposite Pang Jindong and smiled slightly.

"Hello...... What do you call it?" Pang Jindong shrugged his shoulders and asked the other party.

"Please call me Anderson. Anderson stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine to show Pang Jindong, and then asked, "Scotch whisky, do you like it?"

"I don't think it's time to celebrate!"

"That's a shame!" Anderson poured two pieces of ice into his glass, poured half a glass of wine, returned to his seat, and continued, "I have always thought that Scotch whisky is the best drink God has given mankind!"

"I only drink simple drinks in cans!"

"Huh!" Anderson smiled.

"Did you bring me here for something?"

"I have to apologize for myself, in fact I would have liked to have come and meet you sooner, but I delayed it because there were so many things!I hope you have a happy life here these days!" Anderson said, shaking his glass lightly as he watched the ice slowly melt into the whiskey.

"I'm happy, are you happy?" Pang Jindong smiled mischievously.

"I appreciate your humor, and that's one of the reasons I chose you. Of those seven, I have the greatest hope for you. Anderson raised his glass and took a sip, then put it down on the table and continued: "I am busy for a reason, and there is no way to do it, there are so many things, especially since you mercenaries have caused us a lot of trouble in South America, and we are facing many difficulties at home and abroad. ”

This sentence made Pang Jindong stunned: "You ......"

"I'm speculating, you must be asking, who am I, right?"

"You guessed it right!" Pang Jindong nodded.

Deputy Director ...... Federal Drug Control Agency. At the words "deputy director," the corners of Anderson's mouth twitched slightly.

"You brought me here, it can't be because of the matter of No. 3 Heights, right?" Anderson's answer was not what Pang Jindong wanted to hear, but now Pang Jindong could only plan for the worst.

"It can be said that because of your beautiful blocking battle on the third height, I chose you. But it's not the case, because that's not what I'm looking for you. ”

"What is the reason for that?"

"About a dozen years ago, the CIA developed a Plan K that secretly trained some great people to help them carry out their plans around the world. I must admit that I envy them, so I have my own plan, but my plan is not a simple copy. The CIA likes to start with raw materials and then process them into finished products. And I choose the excellent finished product, polish and process it delicately, so that it becomes even better. ”

At this point, Pang Jindong already understood a little: "So you found seven people, and then choose one of these seven people?"

"Yes!"

"You old bastard!" Pang Jindong scolded, but at the same time laughed: "Do you know how many people your damn plan killed?"

"Jerry, if you knew who they were, you wouldn't feel sorry for them!"

"Really?" Pang Jindong already exuded a trace of murderous aura under the cover of his smile.