Pierre. Robben was embarrassed to see that they didn't move, his mouth was gagged, and he couldn't speak, so he could only watch them there.

The heavy punch looked at this guy's embarrassment as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so he had to squat down and drag Pierre. The rotten strip of cloth in Robben's mouth, that mouth opened wide and snorted.

", there's something to say, hum a bird." Ghost Shadow looks down on this kind of person the most.

Pierre was still humming, and the worm reminded him that this guy's jaw was dislocated, and the heavy punch reacted, it seems that this guy's mouth has been blocked for a long time, and his jaw has been dislocated, so he held down his chin and dragged it up, Pierre shivered in pain, and finally closed his mouth.

"Let's go first, it's going to burn." The ghost said as he looked at the smoke that was getting heavier and heavier inside.

"I can say anything, don't kill me." Pierre's first sentence after opening his mouth turned out to be begging for mercy, which made a bit of a heavy punch, this guy is really, he didn't even want to figure out their identities and softened, is he pretending to be stupid or really stupid? It seems that there is a reason why this guy has been reduced to a bench member and has not been taken seriously.

"Talent." The worm also sighed.

A few people immediately escorted Pierre away, this old boy was also obedient, obediently followed them, no nonsense, no more questions, but very good at the rules, know how to avoid suffering, say that he is stupid but not exact, the brain is still bright, say he is smart, but a little lack of heart, obviously, this is a combination of various characteristics and shortcomings, I really don't know if this guy is pretending to be stupid.

The rain was still falling outside, the sky was still dark, and it felt like day and night, and a few people waded back to the car, where should they go next? It's a bit difficult, first of all, we can't fall back to our feet, not to mention whether there will be trouble, the distance is too far, not to mention that it is inconvenient to go back with a person.

"Let's just find a place to settle down first." Heavy punches don't plan to toss anywhere else, just find a place here.

The ghost drove around the neighborhood and found an empty house.

The glass of the house had already been shattered by the hail, they went inside to find a room, the toss all the way, the whole body was soaked, the ghost directly raised a fire on the floor of the house to keep warm, and after changing into spare clothes, finally felt a lot more comfortable.

"I'll go get something to eat." After saying that, the worm went out.

Heavy punch looked at Pierre lying on the ground: "Say it! Say what we'd like to hear. ”

"Who are you?" Pierre was direct.

"Surely not your enemy, nor your enemy." Punch untied the rope from his body and tossed him a dry towel.

"Thank you." Pierre was polite, but still suspicious, and he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

"We are friends with Mr. Hepburn, and we have been entrusted by him to save you." Heavy punch looked at him and said that Hepburn was an external identity of 03, and this time he used this identity to connect with Pierre.

"How can I trust you?" Pierre was skeptical.

"No third person knows about your agreement." Heavy punch said.

"Hmm." Pierre replied, as if weighing whether to believe Punch's words.

"The communication situation is terrible now, and when the communication is restored, you can ask him directly." "I'm really curious, how did you end up in such a field?" Being so embarrassed that a gangster will get you done? You're too ...... skillful and alert."

"Hey...... It's hard to put into words. Pierre didn't seem to want to mention the sadness.

He felt that he was embarrassed to say something, and he didn't want others to think that he was too unprofessional, lacked alertness, and made others think that he didn't look like an intelligence agent, which was not good for his career prospects.

Although Pierre really has no future in the intelligence industry, he never admits it, thinking that he is doing a good job and can at least support himself, but he has never been able to enter the mainstream intelligence circle, and has always been mixed in the relatively low-end intelligence trafficking circle, at best he is an intelligence peddler, and he cannot get any high-value information.

"Tell me, what do you know, according to the agreement, Mr. Hepburn will pay you enough honorarium, if the value is high, we will give more, see what you can offer!" Punch lit a cigar over the campfire and took a deep breath.

"Uh......" Pierre hesitated, "I'll wait until I see Mr. Hepburn!" ”

"Are people like you cheap? You've got to clean up before you speak, right? "The ghosts are completely impatient.

"You know, in this kind of weather, we can't leave at all, if you want to leave here, it's basically impossible, the communication equipment can't be used normally, when are you going to delay? The value of a lot of information lies in its timeliness, if you feedback information for a long time, it is likely to be invalid, you should know this better than me, so I don't say it, but don't blame me for not reminding you, once the information fails, we will not give a penny. Heavy punch said.

"You don't have to worry about this, this information will not be invalid." Pierre seemed confident.

"If that's what you say, it doesn't seem to be of much value to us." Heavy Punch shook his head in disappointment.

"No, the information I provided is absolutely valid." Pierre said firmly.

", after a long time, people run away, no matter how high the accuracy of your intelligence is, it will lose its value." The ghost and the heavy punch sang and harmonized.

"How is that possible? I know who you're looking for, isn't it Makarov? No one knows about the old guy's secret stronghold on the border between Asia and Africa. Pierre said proudly.

It seems that this guy's brain really isn't so bright, I really don't know what he is doing in this industry for so many years and still alive? Heavy Punch shook his head and continued to pretend not to believe him at all: "Who believes your nonsense?" We already have a rough idea of the situation over there, although there are a few of their strongholds, but Karloff also goes there occasionally, how can it be his secret stronghold? ”

"You don't know this, he has a good relationship with the royal family over there, and most of the time he goes over there, he lives in the prince's official residence, of course you can't find it?"

", how can a member of the royal family have anything to do with them?" The ghost shook his head.

"There is an exchange of interests between them, and he is specially responsible for purchasing bizarre toys for the royal family, including beauties and treasures from all over the world, as long as it is fun, and the royal family members will pay huge honorariums." Pierre's face turned red, trying his best to prove the accuracy and authenticity of his information, not even noticing that this was a trick of heavy punches and ghosts.

"How can a man like him serve someone else? Don't talk nonsense. Heavy punch continued to shake his head.

"He's just on good terms with these people, of course he doesn't need to do it himself, don't forget, he has subordinates, you know? Is there something wrong with your brain? I can't figure out any of this, I really don't know how Mr. Hepburn uses people. Pierre put on an unteachable expression.

"Well, you're right, but there's one more question, what is Karloff's purpose? People like him will never do boring things, let alone cater to certain people for no reason. Heavy Punch asked again.

"Then I don't know, but from the information I have, it seems that he is helping the royal family build a palace in exchange for the support of the country, and I don't know the specifics." Pierre shook his head, and suddenly realized that he had already told a lot about what he knew, and he couldn't help but be furious, "You liars are looking for fun, lying to me about my information. ”

"You said it yourself." The ghost almost burst out laughing.

"Go on! It's really not very valuable, and it seems that Mr. Hepburn is a bit too high, and we should consider reducing the amount of honorarium. The punch continued to drug Pierre.

"How can it be? This is something I have worked so hard to get, and the price I negotiated cannot be changed, and my information is definitely worth that price. Pierre was in a hurry.

"How much is this worth on that?" Heavy Punch shook his head, in fact, he was not completely scaring this guy, although this information was about Makarov, but the value was really not high, even if this guy had a relationship with some local royal family, it didn't mean that he would live there for a long time, at most, the two sides were friendly, he would occasionally visit or stay overnight for a short time, and it was impossible to be there for a long time.

"Makarov's own nephew has been there for a long time to complete this special task, which means that most of the needs of the royal family members are fulfilled by this guy, you know?" Pierre said with a stiff neck.

"Nephew? People like him even have relatives. "The ghost doesn't believe it.

"That's his brother's son, and this is also exclusive information that no one else can find, so the value will naturally be higher." Saying that, Pierre sat down, put his hand in his mouth and pulled out a translucent thin thread, and with a burst of nausea retching, he pulled out a thing, peeled off the outer protective layer and inside was a finger-sized memory, it turned out that this guy hid something in his stomach and tied it to the root of his teeth with a thread.

"The information is here, you can go and see for yourself how much you should pay, I think you should add a zero on the original basis." Pierre said hatefully.

"There is indeed a set." Heavy punches can't help but give a thumbs up, this guy really doesn't lack the heart to get home, he can come up with such a way to save information, although the means are old-fashioned, if it is a knowledgeable person, it is easy to find out, but people like him use this method, it is indeed a little unexpected, most people think that this guy has a bad brain, it is impossible to come up with such a way.

"After so many years in the industry, I still have some means." Pierre was proud.

"You're not afraid that others will disembowel you if they find out." The ghost shook his head.

"I dare to use this method." Pierre sat down and went over the fire.

"Oops, look what's in there." Open the computer with a heavy fist, put the memory on it, and the contents will be read directly.

"Triple encryption, dynamic passwords......" Pierre said on the side.

"Got it, it's already open." Said as he looked at the data files that kept flashing on the screen.

"How is that possible?" Pierre looked at it in disbelief and asked with a look of surprise on his face, "How did you do that?" ”

"Your encryption level is too low, don't use this old-fashioned method next time, if it's close enough, I can read it through your belly." Shake your head with a heavy fist.

Pierre was stunned, with a feeling of being seen through and having no secrets.

"Dudkov. Dricia, nicknamed Mad Dog, is the nephew of Makarov Drea? "Heavy punch looked at the above content and felt a little incredible, Mad Dog he had seen, and even had some impressions, he was indeed a little famous in the industry, but it was only limited to local areas, this guy only operated within a certain range, basically did not take on external tasks, including a series of border tasks in the country were completed by them, he had a team of nearly 100 people, familiar with the local customs, and had rich experience in regional operations.

"I didn't expect it, I'm afraid only I can find out about such a thing." Pierre triumphant.

"How do you confirm the relationship between them?" Heavy punches are still full of questions.

"Dudkov's father is Makarov's own brother, there is relevant information later, you can see for yourself!" Pierre continued to bake his wet clothes, as if he didn't want to explain too much at all.

The heavy fist flipped back, and sure enough, he found some more detailed content, and he immediately sorted out these things, but then remembered the communication problem, and he couldn't send it to 03 at all, that is, now they can't confirm this relationship at all, so they can only give up for the time being, and can only wait for the communication situation to improve before sending it back.

"If this is true, we do have to go over there." The ghost said with a fire on fire.

"Take it by the hand." Worm pushed open the door with his feet and came in with three cups of coffee.

"Where did you get the good stuff?" Pierre was overjoyed, and reached out to pick it up, but was dodged by the worm, "It's not your share, get it yourself." ”

"Oops, good thing, warm belly!" Ghost, quickly took the coffee.

"No sugar, plain." Worm said.

"That's what it tastes like." Heavy punches can taste a bitter one.

"Is that how you entertain your friends?" Pierre was rather embarrassed.

"It depends on what kind of friend you have, get it yourself." The worm slanted at him.

Pierre muttered out.

"This guy doesn't seem to be very reliable, can he trust what he brought?" The ghost asked in a low voice.

Heavy Fist shook his head: "It's impossible to determine yet, the specific content needs to be further confirmed, wait for the communication to resume and pass it to 03 for verification, and then think about what to do next, but if this guy is really Makarov's own nephew, it must be valuable." ”