MI6 Building, Fog Capital, Victoria, Victoria, England.

Oak, the North Africa strategy executive, clutched a document and quickly rushed to the elevator.

Along the way, he even knocked over Miss Kelly, the secretary who made Oak Duo very favorite.

And Oak didn't even have a word of apology.

Young Kelly got up, tidied up her messy short skirt with some chagrin, and chased Oak away, she didn't expect that Oak, who was fifty-two years old this year, would run as fast as a young man.

In the conference room on the 19th floor of the building, Director Hawes, the rumored head of MI6, is listening to next year's budget report.

Also seated was a deputy director of the Audit Bureau, the difficult "iron porcelain cat", an old-fashioned middle-aged woman, who never hid his dislike for her, because every year in the budget report, he would be stuck in the neck by this woman.

Hawes was not tall, not low, the most ordinary of stature, the most ordinary of appearance, and his black hair was shiny and stylish with mousse.

A person like him, walking on the streets of Wudu, is like an ordinary person with a cheeseburger in his mouth, who is in a hurry and afraid of being late for work, no one can associate him with a country's foreign intelligence chief.

The Iron Porcelain Cat did not disappoint Hawes, and simply cut ten percent of the budget.

Hoyce rubbed his eyes with a headache, and sometimes he even imagined whether he could get a satisfactory budget if he sacrificed hue to satisfy this old-fashioned old virgin.

Of course it was just a crazy idea, Hoyce had a beautiful wife, and he loved his wife very much.

"As mentioned in the report, we intend to re-establish a foothold in the Middle East and North Africa, which has been going on for three years, and now that the funds are not in place, then our efforts for several years have been wasted." Hawes fought for it.

Of course, the situation is not as bad as he said, each department has its own small treasury, gray funds, not to mention that they are such a big foreign intelligence agency.

It's just playing the emotional card to win sympathy.

The porcelain cat coughed lightly, pushed his wide-rimmed glasses, and smiled in a sign of his surname, and Hawes immediately understood that he had said it in vain.

But at this moment, the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Octotor broke in directly, without even taking a second look at everyone present, and directly sent the documents in his hand to Hawes.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, but they guessed that something might have happened, otherwise, the always calm Octotor would not have lost his temper so much.

The iron porcelain cat glared at Oak in dissatisfaction, and planned to continue the original topic.

But what she didn't expect was that Hawes, who had read the documents, had already stood up in a hurry and hurried out the door.

"Director, budget report...... "Iron porcelain cat doesn't like Hawes's goodbye.

Hawes brutally interrupted the iron porcelain cat's words, pointed at her nose and scolded: "Shit budget report, you bitch listen to me, next year's budget is so much, a dime less, I will expose all your ugly things!" ”

The iron porcelain cat's face turned pale, and he watched Hoyce leave in a daze, looking embarrassed.

"Boggs is dead, and four agents, damn it, what the hell is going on!" Still unable to believe the document, Hawes returned to the Commissioner's office and immediately yelled at Octotle.

Hoyce was very angry, Boggs was the general intelligence officer of MI6 in the North Soviet Union, and all the agents were selected by him, and all kinds of informants and connections were all developed by Boggs.

This work has been going on for three whole years, and now it's okay, all the hard work is in vain when Boggs dies.

Throwing millions to Boggs every year, in exchange for this ending, how can Hawes not be angry.

And the most important thing is that Boggs is the head of MI6 in North Sudan, all the missions, intelligence agents, all the information, all through his hands, many people are one-line contact, dead Boggs, the data may be lost is one thing, the intelligence work in the North Soviet Union, want to rebuild, and I don't know how long it will take.

"Check, find out what happened to me!" Hawes irritably ripped off his tie and walked back and forth in the office like a hungry Northwest wolf, barking loudly at Oak Dor.

……

Los Angeles, Ontario International Airport, Su Yaqiu wore sunglasses, accompanied by her secretary, and waited quietly in the pick-up area.

It didn't take long for Su Yaqiu to see the person who was waiting.

"Cousin!"

Su Yaqiu took off her sunglasses, stood on tiptoe, and waved her arms at Yang Hui, who was saluting, and that kind of little daughter-like posture rarely appeared on Su Yaqiu.

Yang Hui also saw Su Yaqiu, handed over the salute car to the secretary who came forward, and trotted into Su Yaqiu's arms.

"Girl, fat, become a little fat pig. It seems that my aunt's braised pork is still so nourishing. Su Yaqiu rubbed Yang Hui's hair affectionately, and Yang Hui was very relieved that Yang Hui could come out of that setback.

"Sister, what nonsense, who is fat, am I losing weight." Yang Hui laughed, spun around in a circle, and crossed her waist to pose a pose.

Su Yaqiu took Yang Hui's arm and took a step: "Let's go, go to my sister's place, take a nap in the afternoon, and my sister will take you shopping in the evening, and I will buy you whatever you want." ”

"Of course, I'm going to divide the land and fight the local tyrants when I come back." Yang Hui grinned.

After getting into the car, Su Yaqiu mysteriously lit a letter in front of Yang Hui.

Yang Hui opened it suspiciously, only glanced at it, and hugged Su Yaqiu's neck excitedly.

"Sister, I love you to death, you are so good to me." Yang Hui let go of Su Yaqiu and looked at the admission letter in her hand over and over again.

Su Yaqiu snorted proudly and said with a smile: "Of course, don't look at who your sister is, my little cousin wants to go to St. Mary's Mountain College, which is the honor of the Academy." ”

"Sister." Yang Hui glanced at Su Yaqiu shyly.

Su Yaqiu smiled but didn't say anything, and hugged Yang Hui tightly.

……

Busan, South Korea.

A woman walked out of the café, and the bright sunlight outside the door was a little dazzling, making her subconsciously squint.

She was dressed modestly, with a short brown trench coat with a high collar and long silky hair tied up, but it looked a little messy, and her sideburns were wet with sweat.

She crossed her waist and glanced at the café behind her with some regret.

The owner of the café politely declined her, and this was the tenth café she had found in the past few days.

Jobs in South Korea are hard to find.

Stroking her lower abdomen, the woman shook her head, tightened her bag, and prepared to leave.

"Li Xiuhui!"

Just then, an angry voice rang out and stopped the woman.

The woman, or Li Xiuhui, turned her head a little unexpectedly, glanced at the visitor, and her expression suddenly became complicated.

"Why are you here?"

Li Xiuhui said indifferently, and involuntarily looked away, as if she couldn't look at the man who walked in front of her.

This is a handsome and tall man, dressed in a black woolen coat, with fair skin, a handsome face, and even some feminine softness in his facial features.

If you look closely, you can vaguely tell that the man is somewhat similar to Li Xiuhui.

"You lost your job and were forced to lose a lot of money?" The man's tone was aggressive.

Li Xiuhui nodded and asked rhetorically: "What does this have to do with you, I have already said it, I don't need you to take care of my affairs." ”

The man laughed angrily: "You don't need me to take care of it, you look at your current appearance, I don't care, who cares, how can you live?" ”

His anger did not cause Li Xiuhui to react too much, but he was silent.

After a long time, Li Xiuhui said: "If you don't have anything else, then I'll leave." ”

The man grabbed Li Xiuhui with his hand, and his hand was so hard that Li Xiuhui let out a soft sigh.

"Come home with me." The man gave the order in an unquestioning tone.

A hint of resistance appeared between Li Xiuhui's gentle eyebrows, and she broke free of the man's hand and said: "Li Chengen, I will tell you again, I don't need you to take care of my affairs, whether I live or die, how I live, and I have nothing to do with you." Also, please remember one thing, you are not my brother. ”

After speaking, Li Xiuhui turned her head and left.

Li Chengen stood silently in place, clenched his hands, released them, and went back and forth several times, but he still didn't have the courage to catch up.

……

NJ Military District.

In the conference room of the military region, He Lu quietly looked at the August 1st military emblem in front of him, and his eyes were calm and did not change.

“…… He Lu, a major officer of the Logistics and Equipment Department of the First Army Military Division, is now awarded the rank of colonel ......"

The director of the Political Department of the Military Region read out the order for the award of titles in a sonorous and powerful manner, and was responsible for putting epaulettes on He Lu with his own hands.

"Xiao He, the higher the position, the greater the responsibility, I hope that in the future, you can work diligently and make greater contributions to the country, our party, and our army." The director of the political department said to He Lu with a smile.

At this moment, there is only salute.

After completing this simple ceremony of conferring titles and dealing with the leaders of the military region, He Lu walked out of the military region and returned to the newly established military region research institute.

"Ha, director, I really admire you so much, you jumped two levels in a row, this is directly a colonel officer, Colonel He is good." Zheng Yihui jumped forward and saw He Lu's epaulettes, and the word admiration was directly written in her eyes.

"Congratulations, He Lu." Fang Qing pushed his glasses and stepped forward to congratulate.

But surprisingly, He Lu didn't feel too much joy, just nodded politely, and then asked: "How is the Pioneer Project going, the second batch of cell enhancement instruments should also arrive?" ”

Looking at the data handed over by Zhu Lizhen, He Lu's heart moved inexplicably, and she remembered someone.

Where the hell did that guy go after disappearing for so long?

ps: There are only two shifts today, and it obviously continues

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