Louis Barboeuf. McLackensky had a headache.

In terms of appearance, it is a typical Europa race of Eastern European type, but it may be a little older, this back looks rickety, and age spots are beginning to crawl on the face, from the outside, it looks like an old man in a circle in a very suburban manor, not at all like a big guy from the KGB 12!

These 12 departments are mainly responsible for reconnaissance work such as murder, embezzlement of huge amounts of state property and public property, smuggling, speculation in foreign exchange, and illegal access to major state secrets.

Although decay is also taking place within the KGB, it is undeniable that the enemy cannot hide the information they want to know.

What makes them fall apart is always the inside.

At this time, there was a photo of Robert and two employees on the table of Louis Babof, and on his right hand was Nabokov, a member of the Tomahawk who had been shot, and a bullet, which he did not shy away from picking up, squinting, and looking carefully through the light, he could see the remaining blood stains on it, which had been taken from Nabokov's head.

One shot to the head!

In the report of the subordinates, it is written that the other side is most likely trained in professional military training.

"Wayne. Rooney? ”

Louis Barboeuf's voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth, because he had injured his vocal cords in the foreign struggle in the 50s, and if he hadn't died a lot, he would have hung up a long time ago, and he always felt that the name sounded like a little fat man.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door outside, making the slightly gloomy office even more tense.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and a young man in a lieutenant Soviet-style military uniform walked in, gave a military salute, handed over the documents with both hands, and reported, "We didn't find a man named Vane at the airport. Rooney's people, but we investigated, and found a man named Isaiah. The Germans in Lanceil were very similar to him and went to Kiev, Ukraine. ”

"Are you sure you look like him?" Louis Barboeuf asked with a frown.

"Sure, I found them on the airport's analog monitor." The young lieutenant nodded firmly.

Now it's fun...

If it is just an ordinary killing, even if the other party escapes, it will definitely be too late to use a pseudonym, which means that the person himself came to Moscow with another intention, and even these two names are fake.

Louis Barboeuf's eyes lit up, and his experience taught him that there was definitely something wrong with this kind of person.

"Check! Check him out for me! He slapped Robert's picture with a resolute expression, but who knew that the lieutenant had a tangled face, "We have no funds for action..."

Belch...

Louis Barboeuf's face froze, his eyes were full of disbelief, and the young man lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

Out of money?

That's ridiculous, isn't it?

He himself couldn't help but grin, but when it appeared, it was more of a twitch, and he sat down very depressed, holding his head high, and his face showed a little tiredness.

Old, like this empire, dying old.

Intelligence agencies can't track them because they don't have the money? The world's ridiculous.

Louis Babov even wondered why he didn't kill him in the 50s, so that he now has to watch his beloved country on the verge of ruin, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and opened them again, and now there are still subordinates, he can't show how much he sinks, sit up straight, "Let the people over there in Ukraine help watch the dots." ”

"They—" The lieutenant hesitated.

"I know what you're trying to say, but just inform them, whether or not they'll act." Louis Baboeuf paused, "Just let them go, but!" Give me a warning to the Tomahawk people, tell them to be quiet for me, I don't have time to pay attention to them now, if I do any more nonsense, I will hang them up and slaughter them all! ”

Tomahawks are famous among them.

One of the local gangsters in Moscow, mainly engaged in arms trading, smuggling, abduction, etc., if it weren't for his hard background, Louis Baboeuf would have wanted to deal with him a long time ago, but now the other party is going to shoot others in the open, and he was killed by someone, which touches the bottom line.

I can't fix outsiders, can't I fix you?

"Yes!" The lieutenant gave a military salute and walked out.

Louis Barboeuf pushed the picture aside, rubbed his temples with a headache, felt depressed in his chest, and held a cigarette in his hand, he stood over and opened the curtains, the hazy sunlight shone in, and it was quite dazzling, he leaned against the wall with one hand, the cigarette in the other, and smoked with his eyebrows.

But he didn't see that on a tall building not far from him, a man was looking at him with a telescope.

……

Asmara, Eritrea.

Quiet, crisp and comfortable in the air.

You can't imagine that this is a war-torn country, and even if many residents flee, it is still a beautiful flower city located on the Hamarsen Plateau in East Africa at an altitude of 2,400 meters.

Some say Asmara is the most beautiful capital of Africa. Indeed, Asmara, with only one main road, is small and exquisite, and the city is home to dozens of passionate creations by Italian modernist designers. These beautiful century-old buildings were spared the war because the defenders abandoned the city to negotiate peace, so much so that the British writer Michaela Yung said that Asmara was "the Italy that can only be seen in ancestral photo albums".

Because Somalia does not have a direct flight to Asmara, Tang Dao and others arrived at Johannes IV International Airport from Ethiopia in a local aviation small jet.

As soon as Tang Dao and his group of more than ten people walked out of the airport, several people leaned over outside, and Mister and others hurriedly surrounded Tang Dao.

"Sir, sir, where do you need to go?"

"Sir, do you need accommodation at the hotel? Get close to the European design style and find out. ”

…

When these people saw that Tang Dao looked like a foreigner, they took the initiative to solicit customers, and people with Asian faces were notoriously rich in money.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Four or five strong black men squeezed in from behind, the leader was a bald head, dressed neatly, looking at Tang Dao with a smile on his face, and bending down slightly, "Excuse me, is it Mr. Nicholas, we are the reception staff of the Asmara University Hotel." ”

This... The service is also too good.

He just knew there was a pick-up service, but was the gun-wielding bodyguard in the back?

As soon as you see that this rich man is booked, the gangsters who solicit customers will disperse, and you and others will not be able to rob them.

"My name is Horace and I'm the head of the Outreach Department at the Asmara University Hotel." This bald head smiled very flatteringly, and he was about to stick out his tongue, mainly because Tang Dao and others directly chartered the hotel, and first gave a week's money, including room and board, a total of 4,000 US dollars,

This local tyrant!

The hotel was very concerned about this, and they managed to find five cars that looked slightly cleaner to use as a means of transportation, and even the interior of the hotel was cleaned again.

This job that came to greet him was something he had worked so hard to grab.

In this place, as long as you have money, many people are willing to come and talk to you.

Horace pulled the car door, let Tang Dao get into the car, and sat in the co-pilot and directed the convoy towards the hotel.

Tang Dao crossed his legs, looking outside, the Queensland bottle trunk trees crisscrossed by the roadside, blocking the scorching sun a lot, and he could see children running on the road, very curious flashing his eyes of curiosity, looking at the convoy nervously.

Passing by the Badi-Roman-Roman-Woolly Cathedral of Geaswara, Tang Dao was attracted by his Gothic bell tower and couldn't help but take a second look.

"Sir, in a few days it will be the "Feast of Abundance" in Eritrea, when the bell will be rung and the whole of Asmara will be able to hear it, and the doves will be released as a symbol of peace. Horace, the co-pilot, had been observing Tang Dao, and after seeing him take a closer look, he said with a smile.

Who says the black guy can't read words?

It's just that God is fair, if they can use their brains and be diligent, plus this physical fitness, they are really invincible.

Horace was apparently well-educated, so much so that he spoke with politeness.

"Really? Then I'll definitely come and take a good look. Tang Dao said with a smile, put his hand on his knees, and continued to look out the window, everything here is completely different from Somalia.

The people here... Instead, more like a gentleman?

The Asmara University Hotel is located on Las Davita Damtu Street, named after the heroes of the war against Italian aggression, a total of three storeys, the decoration is not splendid, but it is still very clean, and you can see the Royal Palace not far away, where the emperor once stayed.

Horace got out of the car and opened the door and ushered Tang Dao into the hotel.

But as soon as I walked in, I heard someone inside shouting dissatisfied, and slapping the table, "Why can't you let us stay?" We have money. ”

Horace frowned, his face darkened, and looked towards the front desk, and saw two white men and women, carrying large bags and small bags, very dissatisfied with the little girl at the front desk, the latter was about to cry, took a step back in fear, and explained, "Sir, we have been contracted here, and it is not open to the public during this time." ”

"Fake—" The man waved his hand unhappily.

"Ferguson, if it really doesn't, then let's go elsewhere and continue to look for it." Finally the blonde pulled the man down and said, the voice was neutral.

"Sosfia, this is already the third hotel, the others are full, damn it, this place where birds don't shit, why is the hotel suddenly full."

Ferguson, who has the same name as the godfather of Manchester United, was obviously very unhappy, and he was about to leave with a bag in his left and right hands in two sentences, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a group of people walking in, especially the Tang knife that was carried in the middle was particularly attractive.

Both of them were stunned, and after coming back to their senses, Ferguson lowered his head and scolded the country, and then sourly, "Damn Asian." ”

Sosfia frowned, didn't refute him, just stared at Tang Dao, the latter also seemed to have a heart, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly the former put down his bag and ran over.

"Sir, wait a minute."

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