Fog Capital, Heathrow Airport.

In January, Western Europe was still cold, and Yang Tian was wrapped in a woolen windbreaker, still feeling cold.

Lizova next to her was relaxed, wearing a down jacket and a single coat, and she felt cold when she looked at it.

Yang Tian has also been strengthened by cells, but the degree of strengthening is obviously not as good as Lizova, Lizova is now like those domestic martial arts masters, she has enough qi and blood, and she can wear single clothes in winter.

"Let's go, find a place to stay, this damn weather." Yang Tian muttered, threw the salute to Lizova, and hurriedly got into an idle taxi.

……

MI6, Intelligence and Reconnaissance Section.

In the spacious hall, hundreds of intelligence officers are collecting and sorting out intelligence information from all aspects.

Hans, the intelligence officer, was busy munching on a hamburger, and yesterday he had been out with two drinking friends for so long that he was almost late today, but fortunately, the boss had more important things to do these days, and he had not bothered to pay attention to them.

was gobbling it up, and a red warning box suddenly popped up on the workbench, on the computer screen like a screen.

The amount of intelligence information collected is staggering, and it is impossible to sift through all of it by hand.

The system automatically retrieves key information and compares it against the database.

For example, if a passport that is determined to be a dangerous person is used when passing through customs, it will be fed back to the early warning and let the intelligence officer analyze it in detail, whether it is useful information or false information.

Hans put down the burger and glanced at the computer screen, his eyes widening.

It turned out to be a level 2 warning!

There are also levels of early warning, like level 2, which is basically equivalent to the level of terrorists and national security.

With a chuckle in his heart, Hans threw himself in front of the computer.

Ten minutes later, the information was in front of the head of the company, Hawes.

North Africa Strategy Executive Oak was quickly summoned and saw the information as well.

After the death of Boggs, as Hawes had predicted, MI6 was in such a state of disarray that it was impossible to carry out even the basics.

The agent could not receive orders, and he could not report to his superiors to complete the task, in a word, three years of hard work, came to naught.

So Hawes was furious and ordered an inventory to find out who killed Boggs, and let Octotor personally preside over the rebuilding of the intelligence system in the North Soviet Union.

And the information in front of me is related to the death of Boggs.

Lizzova, the basic information collected by Boggs, has long been known to MI6, knowing that it was Lizzova's mercenary army that seized Boggs' factory and possibly killed Boggs and four agents.

So Lizova was on the MI6 blacklist, not long ago, when Lizova was in Western Europe, a passport to disguise her identity, passed through customs, and was learned by MI6.

After Lizova disguised her death, many of her disguised identities disappeared, but just in case, MI6 collected them all and put them in the database.

Now it seems that she did nothing wrong, Lizova appeared, and also appeared in the fog capital, the base camp of MI6.

Boggs's private gold mining was very secretive and not exposed, it was his pension money, and MI6 thought that Boggs had opened a soap factory as a cover for his identity.

So when Boggs was killed, it was natural to be attributed to a premeditated, hostile group that wanted to clear MI6 of the forces of the North Soviet Union.

Now that Lizova is in the fog capital, in Hawes's opinion, it is very likely that it will be the next attack on MI6, how can she not pay attention to it.

"And this man." Hawes pointed to the Asian man walking with Lizova in the video frame.

The surveillance video of the customs has been transmitted, and Yang Tian, who was traveling with Lizova, was naturally exposed to the surveillance of MI6.

"Fake passports, and there is no relevant information in the database." Octotor flipped through the materials.

Hawes, who was accustomed to his surname, crossed his chin with his ten fingers, and ordered: "I want all the information about them, the hotel they are staying in, where they have been, and who they have met, and they will all be investigated for me." ”

The collapse of the intelligence system of the North Soviet Union was regarded by Hoyce as a challenge to himself by hostile forces, and due to the chaotic situation in the North Soviet Union, Hoyce was not easy to fight back, but now that Yang Tian and Lizova have come to their base camp, what else is there to be polite.

didn't control people at the first time, or Hoyce wanted to put a long line to catch a big fish.

……

As soon as he arrived in Wudu, he was targeted by the people of MI6, and Yang Tian didn't know it.

At this moment, Yang Tian has already strolled on the bustling commercial street of Canary Wharf.

On the north bank of the River Thames, on the east side of St. Paul's Cathedral, a place as big as a sesame mung bean is a world-famous financial city.

Compared with the new financial city on the side of Canary Wharf, the old financial city on the east side of St. Paul's Cathedral is more classical, with many buildings, compact buildings, and narrow streets.

Here, you can find any famous bank, various securities companies, financial companies, funds.

They walked through the rooms of the buildings, which formed the financial core of the world in the past.

However, Yang Tian's destination is not a famous bank or a world-famous securities company, but a small door face crowded in the back alley of a red brick building.

Traust & Associates.

It's like a nook and cranny of the city, dirty, messy, littered with garbage bins, and it seems to be a homeless home.

The signboard on it was also torn off half of the canvas and swayed back and forth with the wind through the hall.

Lizova saw the strange look on Yang Tian's face and explained: "Boss, this Traust is a bankrupt banker, when I met him, he was still an honorary member of the Financial Association, and later the bank collapsed, but his relationship is still there, he knows many people, and he should be able to help you, boss." ”

That being said, but Traust, who has fallen to such a point now, can help Yang Tian, Lizova really has no bottom in her heart.

Yang Tian pursed his lips, didn't believe it all, and pushed the door open with the intention of talking about it after seeing it.

This is the back door of this building, after opening the door, there is a dark corridor, to Yang Tian's surprise, there are several signboards on both sides of this small corridor.

Financial firms, accounting companies or something, although the real sparrows are small, they have all kinds of organs.

In the sound of the stairs, accompanied by a few angry scoldings, a person quickly jumped down the stairs and appeared in front of Yang Tian, bumped his head into Yang Tian, and rushed out.

And behind him, there were three people who kept cursing in their mouths, and Yang Tian, who was arrogantly pushing away the way, jumped down the steps quickly.

Lizova hurriedly supported Yang Tian, looked at the three people who were chasing, frowned, and said suddenly: "Boss, the one who escaped is Traust." ”

Yang Tian had a strange expression, and he heard what the three people were chasing, and he heard it clearly.

"This guy is too bad, he's being chased by loan sharks." Yang Tian couldn't help but say.

Lizova was silent, the person was introduced by him, and now that the person is like this, she is quite faceless.

As he spoke, a man picked up the bottle on the ground and hit Traust's calf accurately, and the guy stumbled and fell to the ground a moment before he was about to run out of the alley.

The three of them quickly surrounded Traust in the corner.

Yang Tian saw Traust's face at this time.

He is not tall, slightly fat, has a small belly, is about forty years old, has brown-red hair, a big nose, and a face full of symbols of midlife crisis.

Like many middle-aged English men who have lost their jobs, this guy is still bowed, his hair is in a clump of hair, and he is begging for mercy with snot and tears under his eyes, looking pitiful.

After a deep groan, Yang Tian still gave Lizova a look.

Lizova understood, stepped forward, and gently patted a debt collector on the shoulder.

The three debt collectors, dressed in leather clothes, have all kinds of strange tattoos on their necks and hands, and thick chains around their necks, dressed as punks, look like local gangsters.

Lizova acted very simply.

Yang Tian gave her a look and motioned for her to save Traust, and then he walked down the steps, and after a few screams, when he looked up, the three debt collectors had fallen to the ground.

"Cousin!"

A guy was holding his lower abdomen in pain, cursing in his mouth, and as soon as he shouted a word, Lizova's high heels had already made intimate contact with his mouth, and he tilted his head and fainted directly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Lizova shouted without looking back, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, and stepped on the arm of a man behind her.

The man screamed, and the pistol he had pulled from his waist fell to the ground.

"Get out!" Lizova picked up the pistol, and with the flick of her fingers, the pistol had become a part and fell to the ground.

The two of them were dumbfounded, and there was no longer a resistance to **, so they hurriedly got up, set up their fainting companions, and limped into the alley.

It was only when the three of them disappeared into the corner of the alley that a curse came: "Stinky cousin, provoked our pink gang, I want you to look good." ”

However, the scolding sound, in the end, almost swirled, and disappeared quickly, making Yang Tian almost laugh.

"They're supposed to be the Dutch gang." Lizova kicked the pistol parts aside and explained to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian shook his head, didn't take a few gangsters seriously, and looked at Traust who was cowering in the corner.

To Yang Tian's surprise.

Traust stood up as if nothing had happened, slapped the dust off his body, straightened his hair, and when he looked up, he had changed to a smile that marked his surname.

"Beautiful young lady, thank you for your help. Can I treat you to coffee if it's convenient. I know of an open-air café where the owner, Ms. Wintyusha, just like you, Mademoiselle, brewed a hand of coffee that was close to perfect. ”

Traust bowed slightly, and said in a gentle, unhurried tone.

If these words are in a riverside park, at sunset, and meet a beautiful girl, it must be very gentlemanly and elegant.

But here, in a dirty back alley, a middle-aged uncle with a blue nose and swollen face, and the corners of his eyes twitch when he laughs.

Damn, that's so disagreeable!

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