The curtains in the semi-basement were gently blown by the breeze, and Song Xiaoshuang's eyes were withdrawn from the consulate staff standing on the lawn pushing a lawn mower to pass by, sitting on a plastic chair with his elbows propped up on the long wooden table, his eyes turned to a cup of steaming coffee on the long wooden table, and he drank the coffee cup like tea.

After drinking, Song Xiaoshuang shook his head slightly, feeling that the coffee thing had not yet been added with dried mint leaves, and white sugar boiling water was delicious to brew strange tea.

Although every time Isabel would ask if she wanted to add sugar, Song Xiaoshuang always smiled and refused, the tea with sugar and mint leaves felt very unpleasant, but it was better than foreign devil coffee, I remember that when he was on business at the institute, he always used the good tea leaves of the director to make tea and drink.

"Can you please make a cup of tea with the attaché? Green tea on it is best to have mint leaves plus a little bit, um, I saw fresh mint in the garden"

Song Xiaoshuang looked at the middle-aged man sitting across the table with a somewhat rugged face, who was Secretary Chen, the third secretary of the embassy in Isabel's mouth, put down the empty coffee cup, spoke unhurriedly, and looked very calm in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Secretary Chen sat on the same plastic chair as Song Xiaoshuang, and between the two was a long wooden table, on the wooden table, in addition to a coffee cup, there was also a glass ashtray, because the wall lamp on the wallpaper was not lit during the day, except for the wooden table and wall lamp, there were no items such as bright national flags in the room of nearly 20 square meters, only two big men sitting across the table, which seemed empty.

Hearing Song Xiaoshuang's words, Secretary Chen, who had a scruffy beard on his cheeks, was a little speechless, stood up and walked a few steps to open the door, and whispered to the attaché guarding outside to serve two cups of green tea, one with mint leaves, and one without putting it.

When Secretary Chen gently closed the door and walked over to sit on the chair, his eyes began to become sharp, staring at Song Xiaoshuang, whose expression had recovered his expression, his expression began to turn cold, and he said in very serious words: "It's been a quarter of an hour, you don't have anything to say?" ”

"You want to hear it, but you don't have the authority to know, Secretary Chen, you know it yourself, let's wait for someone to come!"

Song Xiaoshuang was not afraid of Secretary Chen's gradually becoming stronger invisible pressure, and spoke calmly.

Secretary Chen's set is very useful for ordinary Chinese living abroad, but it is really useless for Song Xiaoshuang.

Song Xiaoshuang's words obviously touched a certain nerve of the third secretary of the embassy opposite, Secretary Chen's expression changed slightly, and his tone seemed cold: "Think it out yourself, if there is no embassy to reissue your passport, you will continue to stay in the Sahara Desert for the rest of your life!" We need to know more, but how do you do it without saying anything? ”

"I'm afraid not, Secretary Chen, if it's really for an ordinary citizen to reapply for a passport, how can you come to me in person at a Chinese restaurant? And this efficiency is too high, in the morning just to the consulate for a consultation, in the afternoon Secretary Chen appeared, all I can think of is I don't know how many days ago, I went to the embassy's intelligence briefing, only in this way can I go directly to the Chinese restaurant to find me! ”

Song Xiaoshuang said like a ruffian, his appearance made Secretary Chen want to throw him out for the first time, but as the third secretary of the embassy, Secretary Chen's strength is still good, let go of the idea of beating Song Xiaoshuang, Secretary Chen pulled the collar of sports and leisure clothes with his fingers, and did not speak.

Because at this time there was a soft knock on the door, and then a female attaché of the consulate in her thirties, with her black hair tied up in a bun and combed back her head, and who was in good shape and also dressed in athleisure attire, walked in with a tray with two cups of tea in her hand.

The female attaché once had a face-to-face with Song Xiaoshuang in the morning, and when she put down the teacup and put away the coffee cup, she saw Song Xiaoshuang's eyes cast over to express her gratitude, and the female attaché was stunned, she couldn't understand that Song Xiaoshuang could be so calm in the face of the third secretary of the embassy, could it be that there was really any story in it?

However, it was just a thought in her mind, and she quickly came back to her senses, put away her coffee cup, turned around and closed the door and walked out.

Secretary Chen looked at the steaming teacup on the table in front of him, and had completely put away his attitude of contempt for Song Xiaoshuang, he originally planned to ask something before that person came, but Song Xiaoshuang refused to cooperate because he was not authorized enough, which made Secretary Chen very unhappy.

This Song Xiaoshuang must know a lot of secrets, both domestic and foreign, but Secretary Chen has given up the idea of personally obtaining the information that is of great value.

Although the embassy staff openly and reasonably collects all aspects of intelligence in the country where they are located, which is one of the tasks of the embassy staff, and every embassy set up by another country is the same, but obviously this Song Xiaoshuang in front of him is a hard bone, which makes Secretary Chen feel a little frustrated, he is only the third secretary of the embassy, strictly speaking, he is not ranked in the embassy, and it is true that as Song Xiaoshuang said, there are many things that his authority is not enough to know.

Sipping the tea with fresh mint leaves in the teacup, Song Xiaoshuang was also thinking about what to say and what not to say later.

Even if the embassy ambassador or the chief military attache with the status of counselor has no right to know the information he has, the most detailed information he knows is a certain bureau directly under the Ministry of State Security, but this is beyond the reach of the chief of the Ministry of National Security in the Sahara Desert in West Africa.

Needless to say, the only one who has the right to allocate resources to investigate him is the intelligence officer of the military intelligence system, and it goes without saying that the deputy military attache of the embassy who will appear in the room later is the deputy military attache of the embassy (there are many chief military attachés assigned to the embassy of a country, and some deputy military attachés will be sent to assist the military attache in the work of the country that is considered important).

Song Xiaoshuang has experienced a lot of things, and he has squatted in the black jail of the Jews, and he has extremely rich experience in dealing with interrogations, although Secretary Chen is the third secretary of the embassy, but Song Xiaoshuang directly ignores the interrogation of Secretary Chen's routines, sometimes knowing too much is a burden, and Song Xiaoshuang himself deeply understands the truth.

The atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet, and the two men stared at each other and drank tea to pass the time.

Time was losing minute by minute, half of the tea in the teacup in front of Song Xiaoshuang was drunk, and the footsteps of several people walking quickly came from the corridor outside the room.

Soon the door of the room was pushed open by someone holding the doorknob directly, and two capable soldiers in their thirties wearing the desert digital camouflage of the Chinese Army and the rank of major on their collar badges walked into the room quickly, one holding a document book in his hand and the other carrying a black suitcase.

Secretary Chen was a little surprised, why did she even come?

Looking at Major Zheng Min, who was walking behind with a suitcase and wearing a training uniform but highlighting the temperament of a professional female soldier, Secretary Chen felt a little sudden.

Major Zheng Min, who has short hair and wears a military cap, is the technical deputy military attaché, although she is good-looking and has a good military temperament, but she is well-known in the embassy and is very difficult to speak.

When the two majors were still in the corridor, Song Xiaoshuang released his spiritual power outside his body, and he had already probed through the walls of the room in addition to a few embassy attachés, there were also two deputy military attachés with the rank of major, a man and a woman, and walked quickly, because Song Xiaoshuang did not have the surprised expression on Secretary Chen's face, in Song Xiaoshuang's eyes, both male and female soldiers were the same, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

"Secretary Chen, I'm sorry for your trouble, according to the confidentiality regulations, Major Zheng Min and I will temporarily take over here!"

Major Zhao Pu, who was resolutely wearing a training uniform to highlight the true character of a soldier, walked to the table, looked at Secretary Chen who stood up, and said in a calm tone.

When Major Zhao Pu spoke, Major Zheng Min had already put the black suitcase on the table without leaking traces, and the two cooperated well, Secretary Chen did not speak but nodded slightly, and walked out quickly. He wanted to leave here as soon as possible, as the third secretary of the embassy, there were still many things to deal with, and since Major Zhao Pu and Major Zheng Min had arrived, there was no need to stay.

"Well, Secretary Chen, before leaving, ask the attaché to bring a chair, preferably the female attaché just now, her service attitude is the best!"

Song Xiaoshuang, who was sitting on the chair and was almost forgotten by Secretary Chen and the three of them, suddenly came out with a few words when Secretary Chen walked to the door of the room, and the tone sounded tepid, but the habit of a ruffian was fully revealed.

Secretary Chen, who had completed the task, trembled, and the green tendons on his hands came out, but he still couldn't bear to lose the bearing of the embassy secretary, opened the hidden door and walked out and closed it.

Later, the three people in the room heard Secretary Chen obviously suppress his anger and whispered to the consulate attaché to send a plastic chair to the room.

Soon the clever female attaché had already entered the room with a plastic chair, and without staying in the room long, she turned around and closed the door.

Major Zheng Min quietly sat at the end of the long table with a plastic chair, opened the black suitcase on the table, and after his fingers quickly operated the buttons and buttons of the small equipment that looked complicated in the suitcase, his eyes signaled that Major Zhao Pu, who had closed the curtains and was sitting on Secretary Chen's vacated chair, could start.

"I am Major Zhao Pu, Deputy Military Attache of the Embassy, and this is Major Zheng Min, Deputy Military Attache next to me, and now this place is in a state of effective electromagnetic signal shielding, which will not be eavesdropped or recorded, including the cameras installed inside the consulate will fail, now you can tell us your true identity!"

Major Zhao Pu took off the military hat he was wearing, gently placed it on the table, leaned forward, pressed the palms of his hands next to the bookbook placed on the table, and stared at Song Xiaoshuang who was sitting opposite with a pair of sharp eyes, and spoke in a low and powerful tone.

"What do you want to know? I just want to reissue my passport and go back to China! ”

Major Zhao Pu's unique military temperament did not work for Song Xiaoshuang, who was already an old fritter, and Song Xiaoshuang spoke disapprovingly.

Using momentum to subdue and interrogate opponents, Song Xiaoshuang has encountered many times, and has learned a lot of tricks from his previous opponents, and Fatuna was subdued by Song Xiaoshuang's personal power.

Song Xiaoshuang could sense the bloody aura on Major Zhao Pu's body, and he was a soldier with blood on his hands, but Song Xiao's hands were stained with too much blood, and Major Zhao Pu used this trick as soon as he appeared.

Seeing that Song Xiaoshuang was obviously "talking nonsense", Major Zhao Pu opened the document book and pushed it forward, and on the inside page of the open file book, on the front of the first page of the page with the watermark of the military emblem, the prefix of the confidential file of the Military Intelligence Bureau was clearly printed, and below was the West Africa intelligence summary No. xxx, and the Arabic numerals in No. XXX were manually filled in with a signature pen.

Seeing the few photos printed on the page below the intelligence summary, it was clear that he was wearing a robe and walking on the front and side of the street, Song Xiaoshuang couldn't help but be slightly happy, and his eyes looked at Major Zheng Min who was sitting on the side, and that kind of strange look made Major Zheng Min, who had always been cold, very unhappy.

Major Zheng Min was about to hold back his words and reprimand a few words, when he heard Song Xiaoshuang say with some emotion: "If I hang up in the refugee camp, will this confidential file of the Military Intelligence Bureau be destroyed or sealed?" ”