Wanting to buy others with money is a technical job, especially for a person like Miller who holds real power, and his energy in Libya, backed by the CIA and the US government, is not to be underestimated even with Hou Wenjun's current status.

Just look at the CIA authorities to see how difficult it is for a CIA expatriate regional leader like him, whose official position is small but has great power, to know how difficult it is, even the General Administration does not dare to give them dollars directly. Even if Hou Wenjun is confident, he doesn't think he is better than those CIA heads.

Not to mention anything else, you really want to use money to buy him, it's trivial to take money and not do things, if you really want to get addicted, maybe people will come back and use your investment here to blackmail you. Therefore, if you want to accept this kind of person to help him, Hou Wenjun must be cautious and cautious.

Pretending not to understand Miller's hints, Hou Wenjun leaned back on the co-pilot's chair and said with half-closed eyes: "Well, Mr. Miller has indeed worked hard to safeguard the interests of the United States, and after this transaction is completed, I will personally report the situation of your front-line personnel to Colonel Gordon of the Department of Defense." Of course, I, Hou Wenjun, have always been very generous to my friends. ”

The half-pushed, half-threatening answer made Miller, who was driving, turn from enthusiasm to cold, and after a non-salty 'um', the Ford SUV fell into silence again.

For Miller, Hou Wenjun definitely wants to buy him, but at the same time as buying him, he must also show his own strength, showing the power of the Hou Group to kill him at any time. Deal with this kind of guy who has more than enough success and more than failure, and don't let him know who gave the bones, and when something really happens, he will be in trouble. Corrupting and co-opting the CIA's regional-level leaders is a rather severe charge, and Hou Wenjun can't afford it.

Looking at the back of Hou Wenjun boarding the spiral staircase and walking into the business cabin, standing at the foot of the spiral staircase, Miller spit on the ground with great disdain, and complained in a low voice while walking towards the car more than ten meters away, "Damn rich guys, sure enough, they are all iron roosters who don't pull out a hair." Tear down the bridge when you cross the river, you fucking bastard. ”

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the sofa in the cabin, turned his head to look at the Ford SUV that was gradually moving away through the small window on the fuselage, and was stunned for a while before picking up the satellite phone next to him and dialing it.

"Hou Wenjun of the dog, what a iron rooster." Driving from the airport to the C.I.A.'s secret point of contact in Benghazi, Miller's mouth never stopped, and all sorts of words starting with the letter F rushed out of his mouth. Indeed, from Miller's point of view, I have helped you so much, and you don't even know how to express it?

Miller had just pulled into the small two-story bungalow with a courtyard that served as the CIA's secret point of contact in Benghazi, and out of professional instinct, he instantly felt a hint of something unusual. It's too quiet, a car drives into the small courtyard, and no one comes to 'greet' (check) such a big movement?

Miller, who stepped out of the car, leaned against the door, and slowly pulled his right hand from the holster on his waist.

"Linna!" "Linna!" Hiding behind the car door, Miller whispered the code name of the person in charge of the contact point. But apart from his own voice, there was a silent courtyard, and the cold sweat on Miller's head instantly remained.

As a CIA contact point, the most basic rule is that it must be manned 24 hours a day, and the only explanation for Miller, a veteran CIA veteran who has experienced many assassinations and counter-assassinations, is that the point of contact has been breached.

The door of the small building was opened from the inside, and Miller glanced through the gap in the hall, and a pair of female calves in stockings fell to the ground peeking out from the back of the couch. It seems that something has indeed happened here, and the pool of blood on the ground has already exceeded one-third of the blood volume of the human body.

The open door is undoubtedly a trap, a trap that traps him. But Miller knew better that the contact point had been breached and he dared to run away, and the 50-meter-long straight outside was enough for a sniper hiding in the shadows to kill him more than ten times.

Rushing into the building to engage in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat with your opponent and finding an opportunity to escape through the secret passages inside the house is the only way out. Use the Glock 17 9mm pistol against a sniper hiding in the shadows, which is a scene from a secret agent movie.

Miller, who was holding a pistol, carefully observed the situation around him, and leaned on the car door behind him, and suddenly pounced on the corner on the right side of the small building.

Miller, who hid in the corner of the wall and looked at the blind spot, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and what made him strange was that the person who wanted to ambush him did not shoot a single bullet in this running distance of at least five meters.

Miller, who didn't have time to think about the reason, carefully opened the camouflaged passage at his feet according to the established plan, and Miller, who was squatting down, held his breath and listened carefully to the sound in the secret passage, he wanted to make sure that the other party did not find this secret passage that could only be crawled in and out, and he didn't want to be caught in the urn.

After making sure that there was no one on the other side of the passage, Miller crawled backwards into the tunnel, and there was no way he had to restore the camouflage board outside to its original state, otherwise the pursuing enemies would also find or kill him along the tunnel.

The tunnel at a 60-degree angle was not too long, but three meters away enough for Miller to invade from the ground outside the house into the basement inside. Relying on the advantage of being familiar with the terrain, or suddenly killing the person who hit the person inside by surprise, or sneaking out of this contact point through other secret passages, this is Miller's plan. The plan wasn't complicated, but it was definitely stronger than just turning around and driving away or rushing at the vitality net laid by the opponent.

Miller, who had just slid down the slope out of the dark passage, was hit by a hard object in his crotch when his upper body was still stuck in the dark passage. His intuition told him that it was a gun, and that he had been trapped.

"Mr. Miller, you're captured." A few tenths of a second later, a cold voice sounded in Miller's ears as his upper body slid out of the dark passage. The metallic cold voice shows the ruthlessness of the opponent, who is definitely an elite agent who kills like hemp.

At the age of about thirty, with an ordinary appearance and short brown hair, such a person can make you forget his appearance in an instant when thrown into the crowd. This is the perfect secret agent, a guy who can kill your witnesses on the street at any time and can't remember what they look like.

"Hello, I'm Miller, what do you call it" Miller, who put down the pistol, looked very calm, he had enjoyed the women, the wine, etc., and now it was time for him to be loyal to his country. As he spoke, Miller prepared to bite through the poison pill pressed into the socket of his back teeth.

Unfortunately, his opponent was also an experienced old agent, and a strong hand pinched Miller's face. Koboyev sneered, shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, my Mr. Miller, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you for answers." ”

Looking at the three enemy agents who gradually surrounded him, Miller knew that he was finished. As an agent, he knows too well what happens when he is captured, whether you spit out or not, a torture is basically useless. (To be continued.) )