A carnival feast led by Mr. Pella of the CIA just kicked off and came to an end in a hurry.

On the big screen, China's live-fire military exercises in a certain sea area are still continuing.

The cannonballs that shot into the sky seemed to bombard Monsieur Pella's heart, and he staggered for a long time before he woke up from his indescribable state of bewilderment, and looked around in a daze.

Just now, this large conference room, which had been temporarily opened up as a celebration venue, was still overcrowded, with no less than 100 people.

But now it was empty, not even a single hair, only the chairs that the participants had pushed down when they were in a hurry, the materials that had been thrown away, and the mess all over the floor.

Even Jack, the assistant who has always followed Pela and regarded him as an idol, doesn't know where to go.

The two large screens of artillery fire kept flickering, like two eyes full of ridicule, looking at Pela in a daze.

"Ugh."

Mr. Bella held the table with his left hand and sighed softly.

He knew that he was finished, and his future was completely bleak with the fact that the CIA, and even the respected Mr. Vice President, were slapped in the face, and his fate once again ushered in a qualitative turning point.

More than 20 years ago, Bella was a junior CIA clerk who had just entered the industry, and he was blessed by a traitor in Huaxia and willing to sacrifice his blonde and blue-eyed wife in exchange for a bright future that Jack regarded as an idol.

More than 20 years later, Pella, who is already an important leader of the CIA, is still because of the same thing, but he has to fall from the clouds into the stinky ditch.

Still face down.

Even a fool knows that after this incident, Mr. Newsom, who was slapped in the face on the spot, will hate him and push him out as a happy scapegoat, on the charge of lying about the military situation and affecting the judgment of the leader.

At this time, it was obviously the height of summer, and after Mr. Kebela walked out of the building and came to the street, he was blown by the night wind, he shivered, and when he subconsciously wrapped his windbreaker, he suddenly thought of a clear saying from Huaxia.

Success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He.

Mr. Pella's rise was due to top-secret intelligence from China's military exercises.

His downfall is still because of this incident.

But there is the biggest difference between the two, that is, more than 20 years ago, he was just a young hairy guy, and he didn't care too much about success or failure.

After all, he is young, and as long as he works hard after falling, he will have a chance to get up again.

It's different now, Mr. Bella is over fifty years old, and he has long been used to the good life of the current drunken money, and if he loses his job because of this, or even goes to prison, then it will be more difficult for him to accept than killing him.

"What about Mr. Shen?"

When Mr. Bella walked aimlessly and lonely along the sidewalk for an unknown time, he suddenly thought of Mr. Shen of Seoul, who had sold him this top-secret military information.

There is no doubt that Mr. Shen is the culprit who pushed Mr. Pella into the abyss.

Bella had to find him and tear him apart alive to lessen her anger a little.

Where Mr. Shen went, of course, Bella didn't know.

Luckily, there's still a cell phone.

As she reached for her phone in her pocket, Bella came across something hard.

It was a Browning pistol.

With a soft click, Bella opened the pistol's safety before he began to dial Mr. Shen's mobile phone number.

He begged God to allow him to dial Mr. Shen's mobile phone.

That way, knowing where he is, you can go over and smash his head with a single shot.

God is merciful.

In Pella's mobile phone, there was a soft beep, and Mr. Shen's "cute" voice came from inside: "Hello, Mr. Pella." ”

Mr. Shen's tone was still so calm, he didn't know that he had been paid attention to by death.

"Where are you?"

Of course Pela will not be stupid enough to say that his surname is Shen, you dare to sell false information to me, Lao Tzu will kill you!

He also kept his tone as calm as possible: "I want to have a drink with you, and by the way, please point out what are the failure factors in this operation." Let's just meet the two of us alone and go to the Dannu Bar. ”

The Dannu Bar was the place where Mr. Shen met him for the first time after he came to the United States.

That place is a man's paradise.

Everywhere there is good wine and beautiful women.

As long as you can walk through that door, no matter what kind of drink you want to drink, the beautiful waitress in a three-point style can serve you as quickly as possible, and sit on your lap and hook your neck, and feed you a wine glass with a wine glass.

In the same way, no matter which beauty you like, even if it is a pole dancer on the orthographic stage, you can run up, unbuckle your belt and take out the dick, and stab her in full view of the whistle without taking any safety measures.

Danu Bar, a man's paradise.

After Mr. Shen went there once, he was immediately obsessed with it and couldn't extricate himself.

Sure enough, after hearing Ella say that he was going to Dannu's bar, Mr. Shen's tone when he spoke again was obviously excited: "Ahaha, how embarrassing is it to go to Dannu for high consumption again?" ”

"Money doesn't matter, we're friends."

Bella suddenly admired herself incomparably, obviously wanting to tear the surname Shen alive, but now she can still maintain her demeanor.

Especially the sincerity in his tone, he began to doubt that this was the truth.

Pella's sincerity touched Mr. Shen: "Mr. Pella, thank you for your kindness, I will definitely pass." But maybe a little later, because I have one more thing to deal with. ”

"What could be more important than a few drinks from Danu?"

"It's about Mr. Toyo Matsushima Shigeru."

"Shigeru Matsushima?"

Bella was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Is that Captain Matsushima Shigeru of the Toyo Secret Security Bureau?" ”

The Oriental Secret Security Bureau, which is equivalent in nature to the CIA of US imperialism and the national security department of China, has always kept a low profile and has rarely received much attention.

Bella can know Matsushima Shigeru because of the friendship between the United States and the East, and the two are peers, and there was once a professional and academic exchange, although they are not friends, but they are not strangers.

"Yes."

"Y- I see. Shigeru Matsushima is the Oriental manager who buys your information. ”

"Yes."

"He's here too?"

"Nope."

"And what do you deal with him?"

"Because I just got the news, seven minutes ago, Matsushima Shigeru made a major mistake in the leak of top-secret military information about the Huaxia military exercise, which caused a certain high-ranking official in the East to lose face, and he took the blame for this and resigned and committed suicide by caesarean section."

When Mr. Shen talked about this incident, he was like a friend chatting casually, and his tone was calm and scary: "I can't deny that I have a little responsibility for the death of Mr. Matsushima Shigeru." So, I felt like I had to call his family first to express my sincere condolences. Mr. Pella, do you think I'm out of my pocket? After all, I made a lot of money in my deal with Mr. Matsushima. When he died, the orphans and widows of the family—"

When Mr. Bella heard that Shigeru Matsushima had committed suicide, he trembled like a swing.

And his lips, which caused his voice to tremble violently: "Y-Who are you?" ”

"I'm Shen Mingxi, Mr. Pella, have you forgotten?"

"I know you're Shen Mingxi! I—I just want to know who you really are. ”

"Hehe, Mr. Pella, I think you're probably confused."

Shen Mingxi smiled and said lightly: "Of course I am the Shen family in Seoul-"

"You're not!"

Ella has been in this industry for more than 20 years, and her keen insight in some aspects is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so she can detect the difference from Shen Mingxi's always bland words: "You, you are by no means Shen Mingxi." At the very least, you're no longer the Shen Mingxi who went to the Dannu Bar. Who are you? ”

"Hehe, Mr. Pella, it seems that your success is not a fluke."

The man who stood behind a tree dozens of meters away from Mr. Pella, looking at him with slightly squinted eyes, chuckled: "Who I really am, it doesn't matter to you anymore." The important thing is that you should consider whether to follow Mr. Matsushima's example and commit suicide, or wait for us to do it. ”

"You want to kill me?"

Pella's eyes widened and she asked.

Shen Mingxi's voice already had an eerie meaning: "Actually, you should have died more than twenty years ago. If it weren't for too many scruples, it's strange that you would be alive today. After all, a hero who made great contributions to the CIA of US imperialism was suddenly assassinated, and a discerning person can know who did it at a glance. So, for me—"

"You're from Huaxia!"

Pela suddenly understood: "The real Shen Mingxi has been poisoned by you. You're just pretending to be him to reach out to me and try to assassinate me. ”

At this moment, Pella's brain was particularly useful, but her breathing was a little short: "More than 20 years ago, you didn't dare to touch me because I was a hero of the country and an important member of the CIA. If you move me, it will trigger strong revenge at all levels, and the gains outweigh the losses. But now, I've failed—I, I've become a scapegoat. It was I who caused a lot of people to lose face, and if I died, they would be able to publicly announce it, and it was I who had mental problems that single-handedly directed this farce. Subsequently, like Shigeru Matsushima of Toyo, I had no choice but to commit suicide to apologize. ”

In the mobile phone, Shen Mingxi's laughter came: "Hehe, you are very smart." ”

"Where are you, where are you? You come out, I'm going to duel with you! ”

Bella roared, threw away her phone, took out her pistol, Huo Ran turned around, raised her hand and pointed to the man's hiding place.

Pedestrians on the street screamed when they saw someone taking out a pistol and fled.

His keen sixth sense allowed him to be sure that Shen Mingxi was hiding here.

He should have screamed and pounced, but as soon as he took a step, he shrank back.

He's old.

When people get older, they will become very precious and afraid of death.

Whether it is a Chinese person, or a great American imperialist citizen.

"Who are you, who are you?"

Bella muttered, stepping back, then swerving and running.

He vowed to flee home as fast as he could, take all the cash with him, and flee to Mexico while the C.I.A. had not frozen his passport.

As for the wife and children - there is an old saying in Huaxia that husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when the disaster comes.

"Ahh

As soon as Bella turned around, he crashed into a man.

It was a woman.

Tall, delicate facial features, there seems to be water flowing in the eyes, especially the red and glamorous lips, which are so plump and sexy, that men want to enjoy it at the first glance.

Frightened, Ella was about to raise her pistol, but immediately recognized who this beautiful woman was.

Not long ago, when Mr. Bella was in high spirits, he once saw a beautiful Chinese reporter in the CIA conference room.

She made a deep impression on Pella.

At that time, Bella thought that when the matter was over, he would contact this beauty and try to develop her to bed.

"Is that you? Why are you in-"

After recognizing who the beauty was, Pela was stunned, and as soon as she asked here, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.