What is Gujing Wubo?

What do you mean by the eight winds not moving?

Elizabeth interprets the meaning of these two sentences with actions.

Rao had only undergone an assassination attempt the day before, but Elizabeth was still able to go back to her room and sleep calmly. This determination, this general's demeanor is enough to make countless people bend their waists.

It is really not something that ordinary people can guess about surviving in the dangerous zone of the royal backyard where there are wolves in front of them and tigers in front of them, even if they are still hateful even if they are dressed in fancy clothes, and to put it mildly, they can step on the peak.

Lin Ze leisurely lit a cigarette, and then loaded the headset, receiver and communication tools handed to him by the head of security. Seeing that the young girl who was called Irene by the Queen of England glanced at herself from time to time, she couldn't help but ask in mellow royal English, "Can you understand Huaxia?" ”

"I can hear a few words." Erin nodded slightly.

"I'll have someone give you a set of communication tools in a moment so that you can keep track of the status of the building at all times." Lin Ze said with a smile.

"Thank you." Erin said with an indifferent expression.

"But I need to warn you, or rather—advice!" Lin Ze skillfully flicked the cigarette ash and said in a deep tone.

"Huh?" Erin's face was full of bewilderment.

"Stay by your wife's side at all times, and don't act rashly even if the assassin is standing in front of you." Lin Ze said word for word.

"Why?" Erin said displeased. "You think I'm just a civilian worker?"

"I know you're a master." Lin Ze shook his head and said. "Or a first-class female agent of MI6."

"It used to be." Erin said proudly. "I am now part of the Royal Guard, the Queen's personal bodyguard."

"Twenty years old, huh?" Lin Ze suddenly asked this inexplicable sentence.

"Twenty-two." Erin said.

"It's so young—" Lin Ze said very lightly, but with a strong pretending to be forced.

"You're younger than me!" Erin gritted her teeth.

"I'm talking about mental age." Lin Ze continued to pretend to be forced. "How many years have you been with MI6?"

"Two years." Erin didn't understand why Lin Ze was asking such a question.

"How many missions have you carried out in the Six Divisions?" Lin Ze asked.

"Eight times." Erin said confidently. "Got the job done every time."

"Not bad." Lin Ze nodded appreciatively, and said softly. "MI6's number one female agent, Ruth, has completed no less than thirty command missions long before the front line agents. As far as I know, she has only failed in two of her eighteen missions alone, and the rest have been successful. As for teamwork - I don't hear of her failing. ”

"Ruth, codenamed Tulip?" Erin's beautiful blue eyes widened.

"Hmm." Lin Ze nodded. "You know her well?"

"I trained her." Erin said with a look of adoration. "She's my idol too."

"But if she doesn't teach you to fight against the Anti-Agent League, at least eighty percent of your professional skills will be useless." Lin Ze said lightly. "Why are they called the Anti-Agent Alliance? Because the skills they possess are all trained for agents. ”

"Although I have not been in contact with these people, I have analyzed them from the data. That's outrageous. According to you, haven't all the agents in the world been eaten to death by them? Erin said noncommittally.

"Ruth returned home a few months ago after being injured and was once in the hands of a member of the Anti-Agent Alliance." Lin Ze took a puff of his cigarette and said.

"Really?" Erin raised her eyebrows.

"In the battles I know of, the Anti-Agent Alliance has won more and lost less." Lin Ze flicked the cigarette ash road. "Just because you don't know doesn't mean it didn't happen. No country would trumpet a lost battle. ”

Erin was finally a little discouraged, and asked with a worried expression, "According to you, isn't Madame very dangerous?" Since you said that the skills of the anti-agent coalition are all trained for agents. What do we rely on to fight? ”

"By experience." Lin Ze said casually.

"Experience?" Erin wondered. "How many times have you dealt with them?"

"Not much." Lin Ze smiled harmlessly. "But nearly twenty members of the anti-agent were killed."

“――”

Erin gasped.

Nearly twenty?

Although MI6 does not have a very complete picture of the anti-agent coalition, it still has a general understanding. Judging by the information, the members of the anti-agent coalition do not exceed two hundred. And the security guard in front of him, who looks relatively old, but is actually a year younger than himself, revealed that he had killed nearly 20 anti-agent members?

Erin felt that he was lying, and even if he wasn't, there must be an element of exaggeration.

He didn't believe that this young man had the ability.

You must know that every member of the Anti-Agent Alliance is a first-class master, and no matter whether it is individual strength or comprehensive ability, it is not weaker than international agents. He said he killed more than 20 anti-agent coalitions, who would believe it?

Lin Ze didn't have the time to continue to talk to this female agent who had become a royal guard, but in his eyes she was just a young girl, and warned: "No matter what happens, please be sure to stay by Madame's side." It's the only thing you can do for Madame. ”

Erin gritted her teeth, but finally nodded in agreement.

She had no reason to refuse, and she couldn't refuse.

Even though she desperately wants to compete with the notorious anti-agent coalition in secret agent circles, Madame's safety is her top priority. If she caused even the slightest injury to Madame because of her reckless impulses, she would have to bear the responsibility that she simply could not bear.

Lin Ze asked the members of the security team to hand Erin a pair of communication tools, and reminded again: "Turn off the walkie-talkie." ”

"Why?"

"I don't want you to make a noise that will affect the right judgment of the security guards outside the door." Lin Ze said ruthlessly.

"You-" Erin angrily turned off the walkie-talkie and sat down on the couch in annoyance, picking up a newspaper to read.

Lin Ze ignored the sullen young female agent, got up and walked to the window, opened the curtain to a slight gap, glanced at the night scene of Yanjing with high-rise buildings, and muttered to himself: "If snipers are planted in nearby buildings, the pressure of the security team can be reduced by at least fifty percent, and the possibility of being attacked on the back of the abdomen will be completely cut off." ”

Closing the curtains again, Lin Ze took out a pistol issued by the security team from his waist, put on a silencer, and after getting familiar with the feel, he gently placed it on the glass coffee table. Sit with your chest crossed, your eyes slightly closed, as if waiting for a storm that may come at any time.

Pretending to read the newspaper, but in fact, Erin, who was unsettled, couldn't help but glance at Lin Ze like this.

He has a good mental quality.

This is the evaluation given by Erin, who has only met Lin Ze twice. As for whether his true level can be consistent with the calmness and composure he shows at the moment, it remains to be seen.

But judging by the fact that he can call Ruth's name and seems to know Ruth well, he should be an agent with some international status. This is unthinkable for a young agent who is only twenty-one years old.

It was a long night. At least for Erin.

From eight o'clock at night to eleven o'clock, Lin Ze sat on the sofa like a mountain, with no signs of movement up and down. Even the arms that are clasped on their chests remain in the same position all the time. Like a stone sculpture.

Erin couldn't stand the terrible silence and got up to pour a cold drink. The doorbell rang suddenly.

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

The doorbell that broke the silence was slightly harsh, and Lin Ze's half-open and half-closed eyes also opened suddenly, sweeping straight towards the door.

"Deliver supper." Erin saw that Lin Ze was overreacting, and hurriedly explained. "Madame has a habit of eating supper at night."

She said as she identified the staff who rang the doorbell through the cat's eye. After checking that everything was correct, Erin opened the door.

Dingding.

The hotel staff came in with a rectangular food cart and expertly took out a few plates of dim sum. Just as he was about to take the drink, Lin Ze suddenly asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Huh?" The staff was slightly stunned, stopped what they were doing, and looked at Lin Ze blankly.

"What's your name?" Lin Ze repeated.

"Sir, my name is Ma Qing." There was a strange look on the staff's face, but they still replied respectfully.

"How many years have you been working here?" Lin Ze's dark eyes bit the staff's every move.

"It's been five years. Mr. The staff said politely.

"You're married, aren't you?" Lin Ze asked.

"Yes, the child is three years old." The staff said modestly.

"I love this wedding ring on your finger. I had seen it before in the Golden King Supreme, and I remember that the asking price was thirty-five thousand. Lin Ze seemed to be saying to this staff member, and it seemed to be talking to himself. Appears a little nervous.

"Sir, good eye, this wedding ring was indeed bought by my wife with me at the Golden King Supreme." The staff paused and asked. "Sir, can I get a drink?"

"I have one more question for you." Lin Ze shook his head and said.

"Sir, please." The staff said patiently.

"If you die, would you rather go to heaven or hell?"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, Lin Ze grabbed the pistol with a silencer on the coffee table like lightning, pulled the trigger, and a bullet accurately shot into the staff's eyebrows.

Thump.

The staff fell backwards in disbelief and fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

"What do you do?" Erin was shocked by Lin Ze, who suddenly shot him. "Why kill him?"

"What you should be doing now is spitting in his face instead of asking me in an angry tone." Lin Ze said lightly.

Seeing Lin Ze say this, Erin turned to look at the staff who had fallen on the carpet. There was nothing wrong with what he was wearing, and even the conversation with Lin Ze was flawless. But in the palm of his hand he held a miniature and extremely delicate pistol. The only regret is that his finger couldn't pull the trigger, otherwise he would have been the only corpse in the presidential suite.

Erin glanced at the assassin lying on the floor in amazement, and when she came back to her senses, she quickly closed the door and looked at Lin Ze in a distraught mood.

Lin Ze, who killed the assassin with one shot, turned on the walkie-talkie unhurriedly, and said in an indifferent and calm tone: "Attention of all units, immediately activate the defense system, the eagle has launched an operation." ”

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