Some people say that people without faith are pathetic, and others say that people with faith are terrible, but these two statements do not mean anything to Tang Ke.

For he is not sad, nor terrible, but - pitiful.

Tang Ke was not as simple as the information in Zhao Yili's hand described.

In fact, in terms of intelligence, Xu Nan probably also kept a hand, at least for Zhao Yili, there was no mention of Tang Ke being an old military worker.

Perhaps, there is no need to be reminded, just from the perspective that Zhao Yili's information in the archives of the Ministry of Security is more than two meters high, even if he is an old military worker, it is not a big deal.

However, one thing is certain, that is, since he is an old military worker, he must have a clear understanding of his own situation.

Tang Ke is now lying in the basement of an inconspicuous house, with a grass root in his mouth, and the sunlight stolen from the only small glass window at the top of the basement that is close to the ground, he unhurriedly wiped the Type 67 silenced pistol in his hand, there are not many bullets, only 7 yellow-orange-orange bullets remain, and now for him, it is just a way to increase his confidence.

Tang Ke rarely used guns in his military career, although for a military industry, firearms are a basic skill, but Tang Ke still likes to use fists.

It's only been half a day since I've been hiding here. The plainclothes in the place are easy to deal with, but the security in the base is much more difficult, and it seems that the task force who came specifically for himself yesterday is not very easy to deal with, and he was almost caught twice, which makes Tang Ke feel embarrassed when he thinks about it.

If you want to say that you have come to this point, you can't say that you don't have the determination to resist temptation, and the cake that the master drew for himself is indeed too tempting.

The drawings and data disks are hidden in two places. If you are not sure, you will definitely not hand it over.

Originally, the judgment of the situation was generally within Tang Ke's expectations, on the one hand, the complex environment around the hotel made it impossible for the base to search for itself on a large scale, and on the other hand. Because of living habits, most of the people in this area have the habit of digging basements, which brings greater convenience to their hidden whereabouts.

There have been two defections before, and the blockade time of the area is two days at most, and Tang Ke, who is fully prepared, is confident that even if he can't get the goal for a while, he can leave this area safely and complete this task.

Now we can only wait.

Plans never change as fast as they come. That's for sure.

Just when Tang Ke was lying quietly in the basement, the underground world at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain was already surging.

Number Nine is the name of this tavern.

It doesn't seem to make any special sense.

Someone once asked the owner of the tavern why he had such a bland name.

As a result, Lao Li gave him a blank look: What are you doing in the tavern?

Drink!

What's the name of the tavern, it's your business?

Do you spend more money just because your name sounds good, or do you stop drinking because it sounds bad?

The do-gooders are speechless. For he could not answer these words.

The tavern is located in a place where the conspiracy of the Yang conspiracy gathers, and it seems that many idlers drink in the tavern every day. Gambling and doing nothing, but in fact, the total value of all the news and information that comes here and leaves here every day can buy tens of thousands of such taverns.

The tavern is not large, but it is within 500 kilometers of the entire Gobi Desert and the outside world. It is the only platform that can provide a variety of Chinese and Western meals and drinks.

Boss Li is not surnamed Li, but whether it is Chinese, foreigners, Han Chinese, Uyghurs, or Russians, North Koreans, and people from all over the world who stay here for various reasons.

They all call him Lao Li, but in fact, Lao Li is still a disabled person. One leg is already a prosthetic, how many years have passed, and it has been worn a little short, but Lao Li just didn't replace it with a better one, and he was paranoid about using this prosthetic, limping around in front of everyone.

Lao Li is not bad at all, the profits brought by these drinks and meals are enough for him to live well as a rich man for the rest of his life, no one knows, what Lao Li's pursuit is, but no one cares about this, after all, everyone comes here, the purpose is pure or not, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that you drink here today, and you can come here tomorrow to gamble for money, alive is the only theme here, if it doesn't appear, then it will leave or the world will evaporate, and no one cares.

This is one such place.

The matter of the Shenguang base was soon spread by well-intentioned people, and all kinds of news had been flying wildly throughout the tavern.

The people who come here, no matter what country they are, are naturally basically coming for this base, you are smart, and I am not stupid.

Andrew and Martin are part of this large crowd of people, and as unofficial representatives of the United States and France here, Andrew and Martin are among the least urgent and least dedicated spies.

Because the United States and France do not need to obtain any valuable information from this complicated intelligence, as long as they know the approximate progress of research and development, but most of the countries in the world that are interested in developing nuclear fusion technology have sent people, whether it is in terms of form or procedure, the Americans and the French always have to send people over, even if it is the official of China, it will not interfere, everyone will turn a blind eye.

After staying here for a long time, Martin has enjoyed the not very authentic Western food provided here, at least the wine can still drink the taste of home, although more often, he still likes to bring back a bottle or two of wine, and then use the good highland beef here to make an exotic steak to reward himself, and by the way, bring a little surprise to his female companion.

As a self-proclaimed standard romantic man, whether in Paris, London or other places he has been to, Martin has always had two habits that he will never change: food and women.

Even though several of his superiors have warned themselves that as an intelligence officer, having a fixed habit is a fatal flaw, but Martin still lives to this day, which also means that Martin's hard work is still very good.

Today is no exception, Martin also came to Lao Li's tavern as usual to see if there was anything new happening, or, after a drink or two, looking for unnecessary excitement.

Lao Li's tavern has two floors, which is a well-known thing, the first floor is a tavern, and the second floor is a gambling stall.

As for the wine of such high quality, where did Lao Li get it, whether it was a regular channel or other way, the drunkards didn't care, and it seemed that only those petty bourgeoisie would not come here for drinking at all, but wanted to show off something by virtue of the prestige and origin of the wine.

Today, the people in the tavern are not particularly abnormal, no more, no less, and they are not noisy, no one dares to make trouble here in Lao Li, you can get drunk, but if you use alcohol to make trouble, there are ways to regret it.

This made Martin feel at ease, as usual, ordered a martini at the bar, sat on the seat he was used to sitting, ate the orange slices on the quilt, and then took a sip from time to time, looking at the wind and sand outside the window, and felt a little emotional: I miss my hometown.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to signal the waiter to bring him another drink, Martin suddenly stopped, for his keen senses told him that someone was coming in.

Sure enough, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a tall young man walked in, taking care of the people behind him, and he was followed by a woman, a tall and elegant woman, because the two of them had hats and scarves on their heads, Martin couldn't see their faces clearly for a while, but just from the information obtained from this scene, these two people must have been educated in the West, because in their gestures, the gentleman of the man, the elegance of the lady, and of course, the most important thing is that these two people, whom Martin did not know, were the people who had just come here!

This discovery made Martin immediately interested in this man and woman.

(To be continued.) )

PS: This made Martin feel at ease, as usual, ordered a martini at the bar, sat in the seat he was used to sitting, ate the orange slices on the quilt, and then took a sip from time to time, looking at the wind and sand outside the window, and felt a little emotional: I miss my hometown.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to signal the waiter to bring him another drink, Martin suddenly stopped, for his keen senses told him that someone was coming in.

Sure enough, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a tall young man walked in, taking care of the people behind him, and he was followed by a woman, a tall and elegant woman, because the two of them had hats and scarves on their heads, Martin couldn't see their faces clearly for a while, but just from the information obtained from this scene, these two people must have been educated in the West, because in their gestures, the gentleman of the man, the elegance of the lady, and of course, the most important thing is that these two people, whom Martin did not know, were the people who had just come here!

This discovery made Martin immediately interested in this man and woman.