It's been a month since I arrived in Hong Kong in the blink of an eye.

In her busyness, An Nianrong didn't even talk to Chu Jiangnan on the phone a few times, and she didn't have the time she could spend freely, and her investigation of the "oracle" was also in trouble. Within a month, Xu Chenglong, the direct leader responsible for the failed "Thunder" operation in Pakistan, had retired from the post of deputy chief of the General Staff, and all her ties with the General Staff had been severed, except for Wei Han, who had entered the Security Bureau. If all this is because of the influence of the "oracle", then the situation is too discouraging.

However, An Nianrong was accustomed to facing difficulties, and she quickly integrated the resources in her hands and tenaciously opened up her own situation. When you can't start from within, start from the outside, albeit with more effort.

That's when her investigation took a turn for the better.

Senior Colonel Lin Yongquan of the General Staff Listening Room has disappeared in Europe, and all the guards and officers accompanying him have been killed. In any case, he has in his hands the detailed information of many secret intelligence agents of the party, government, and military, so his disappearance will bring about a devastating 'sexual' blow to China's intelligence work that is no less than that of the "oracle." Less than three hours after the incident, An Nianrong had already mobilized all her overseas agents to find Lin Yongquan's whereabouts.

Now she just needs a character who can solve her troubles.

New Territories, Hong Kong.

No. 250 Kam Tin Highway, the military airport of Shigang Barracks.

An Nianrong parked her Land Rover off-road vehicle directly on the edge of the track.

The indicator lights on both sides of the runway are lit up one by one, and the plane's portal lights are clearly visible in the night. With the faintly audible roar of the engine, An Nianrong, who was sitting in the car, seemed to be able to feel the wind of the propeller.

Regardless of whether it is a good plane or not, the posture of the "Yun-8" when it lands is still as elegant as a swan. An Nianrong started the car and let it "slide" onto the runway like the plane that landed. When the plane came to a standstill, the black 'colored' Land Rover also stopped next to the plane.

A tall figure appeared on the runway. Under the illumination of the headlights, the first thing that entered An Nianrong's eyes was the unsettling dark eyes of Luo 'Men'. Although they were already familiar with each other, when he looked at An Nianrong, for a moment, An Nianrong still felt a chill pass through his back.

There were no greetings or greetings, and Luo 'Gate' went straight into the back of the Land Rover. When An Nianrong started the car, she saw in the mirror that Luo 'Men', whose expression was calm and even a little wooden, grinned at her, and his teeth were surprisingly white and neat on his dark and rough face.

The black-coloured Range Rover glides quietly through the streets, the neon lights on both sides flickering like magnificent fireworks in the night, and the air is filled with the city's unique extravagance.

It was not the first time that An Nianrong had looked at Luo 'Men' from the rearview mirror.

Luo 'Men' didn't speak all the way, just looked out the car window in silence. His eyes were empty and his expression was indifferent. His appearance reminded An Nianrong of the autistic patients she had seen in the hospital.

Under the flickering neon light, the lines of his face were as simple and stiff as a half-finished statue.

Luo 'Men' suddenly turned his face, and just caught An Nianrong's undisguised scrutinizing gaze in the rearview mirror.

An Nianrong turned her head as if nothing had happened.

Romen smiled silently, and there was nothing in his voice that was displeased.

"It's not my first time in Hong Kong, but I've never looked at it closely."

An Nianrong smiled and looked at Luo 'Men' through the rearview mirror again.

"If I have the chance, I will take you to have a good look at Hong Kong until you get tired of it."

The guest's eyes turned back to the window.

His eyes were hidden in the 'shadow', and in the rearview mirror, An Nianrong could only see Luo 'Men's shiny white teeth' when he smiled.

"If you're lucky."

An Nianrong turned her gaze to the road in front of her.

"yes, if you're lucky."

It seems that the 'color' of the scenery outside the window has deeply attracted Luo 'Men', and he looked intently out of the car window, and there was no 'exchange' between him and An Nianrong. But An Nianrong doesn't think so. Although there is no way to figure out his thoughts from Luo Men's expression for the time being, An Nianrong can be sure that he is now preoccupied. For all this time, she knew nothing about the whereabouts of Romon, and she suddenly realized that all she knew about Romen so far had stopped at that file.

Until now, no one has expressed indifference to An Nianrong's amazing beauty. The smell of Estee Lauder's perfume floating in the car is as impressive as her classical temperament, and although she never pays too much attention to the comments from her surroundings, An Nianrong is well aware of her physical attractiveness.

But now her beauty is completely ignored.

Luo 'door' leaned lightly against the car 'door', staring thoughtfully at the beautiful but lifeless scenery outside the window. The Range Rover model is a real off-road vehicle design, with a lot of interior space, but his silence seems to have filled the entire back seat, which makes An Nianrong feel a little depressed.

What interests An Nianrong is that Luo 'Men' has completely gotten rid of Fang Linchuan's troubles, although she doesn't know how he did it, but this undoubtedly increases the weight of Luo 'Men' in her heart.

Now she can memorize the file of Luo 'Gate' backwards.

The experience of Luo 'Gate' is also another area that interests An Nianrong.

Luo 'Gate' used to be very talented in music, but his poor family did not give him the opportunity to become a pianist - he spent most of his time teaching classical piano lessons on behalf of his mother. He had to do this to support his family and earn himself money for college, until he became 'hooked' with wind instruments and irreversibly shifted his style to jazz. He speaks four 'doors' of foreign languages, each of which is as good as if it were his mother tongue. When he graduated from university, his future looked bright: he was successful in his studies, he was 'proficient' in most sports, and his 'prodigal' temperament as an artist made it easy for him to gain the trust and favor of others, and his good relationships in school gave him more choices in his career than others.

His light was dazzling.

Like all impulsive young people, after graduating, Romen joined the army with great interest. This was thanks to the ingenuity of the Army Intelligence staff, not to mention the fact that the word "country" alone was enough to dazzle these young men, so it was not difficult to get them away.

Romen was trained in the Army's infamous "Despair Battalion", known for its rigors of physical and spiritual training, from which it is said that only qualified people who have endured the painful trials of hell leave from here. Fortunately, the man who had been trained to be a man of steel and iron had become the kind of person the Army wanted to see: someone who could control his emotions and deal with all kinds of emergencies calmly and quickly, and his interests and ingenuity had been fully channeled to this aspect.

Not only did he become a qualified special operations officer, capable of carrying out various combat missions assigned to him by the Army, but for a time he was also in charge of the Army's Overseas Intelligence Department. In both respects, he has demonstrated abilities that are rare even in the elite army.

Land Rover passed through the heavily armed military guard post and sent Luo 'Men' to the secret station of the *** bureau in Hong Kong. Ro'men noticed that the place was between dense but not tall buildings, and the terrain was quite complex, with only limited lights to mark the road at night. The faint sound of sea 'waves' and the silhouette of a ship under the night sky indicate that this is somewhere near the harbor.

An Nianrong parked the car and turned back to him and smiled.

"It's not a five-star hotel, but it's comfortable enough that you can take a little rest first."

Ro'men smiled. "You certainly didn't call me here to rest."

An Nianrong also smiled and walked in front of herself. "It certainly doesn't hurt to take a break."

The well-tailored brand-name fashion sets off An Nianrong's figure particularly eye-catching. With the natural swing of her round hips, the heels of her shoes made a brisk sound on the ground. Luo 'Men', who deliberately fell behind, slowly and silently exhaled a long breath.

I have to admit that An Nianrong is the most beautiful 'female' person he has ever seen. Her charm is so distinct, as long as he looks at the shape of the pair of long 'legs' wrapped in soft fabric, he feels that his *** is awakened, and it is turbulent and irrepressible.

"You said there was an urgent mission."

Ro'mon looked around.

The people who came and went were all security bureau staff dressed in ***, and they looked at Luo 'Men' with unconcealed curiosity. The working environment here was more like that of a well-paid multinational company, where everyone seemed busy and purposeful, unlike what he had seen a few years ago, when the Security Service was much quieter and didn't seem to have much work to do.

"No matter how urgent the task is, it won't be short of these minutes."

Romon's gaze became alert. "What the hell is this mission?"

An Nianrong pinned a lock of hair behind her ear. "You seem to be in a hurry."

Suddenly Rommon stood there. "Now you're the commander for me?"

An Nianrong turned around.

Looking into Luo Men's eyes, she clasped her hands in front of her chest. "You've just figured it out?"

There was no expression on Luo 'Men's face, but An Nianrong found a heavy mockery floating in his deep eyes, and gradually a subtle smile filled the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"You're my superior?"

An Nianrong raised the yellow 'colored' bag in her hand.

"I think you know exactly what I'm holding in my hand, and you should know what it means."

Luo 'Gate' nodded his head in the absence of objection.

"I know it perfectly. But I think something must have gone wrong. ”

An Nianrong looked him up and down with interest.

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's your perception that's wrong. Do you think that because I'm a 'woman', I shouldn't lead you, I can't be your superior? ”

Ro'mon looked around and motioned for her to lean her ear over.

"I have no prejudice against 'female' people, but I don't think you are qualified to be my superior. Judging by your performance, you will kill everyone who listens to your commands. ”

He deliberately lowered his voice and slowed down his speech, admiring the white skin in front of him and breathing in the unique body fragrance of the 'woman'. He especially liked the smell of An Nianrong's body and hair, and the fragrant and sweet feeling was not entirely the result of perfume. And what he saw when he looked down at the neckline made Luo Men's heart even more excited.

She shook her hair and took the opportunity to move away from Luo Men.

"Your rank and seniority are worthless to me, and I have led people who are more powerful than you. Also, you're not the best candidate for the task, and I'm not even sure if you're fit for the next task you're going to 'hand' you. ”

Luo 'Men' thought for a moment, turned and walked outside.

An Nianrong was a little overwhelmed.

"What are you going to do?"

Luo 'Gate' didn't look back. His voice was so loud that almost everyone could hear him.

"I never accept such uncertain tasks, which once again proves your amateurishness, so, for the sake of you and me, I must stay far away from your command."

An Nianrong was angry, she had never seen such rude behavior.

"And what are you doing here? Just to show your stinginess? ”

Luo 'Men' turned around as he walked, just in time to see An Nianrong take out her phone.

"Because I thought you had improved a lot after seeing you for so long, but you disappointed me. Who do you want to call? No one can make a decision for me right now. ”

An Nianrong closed the slide cover of her mobile phone, as if she suddenly remembered something, and a narrow smile appeared on her face.

Ro'mon smiled even more. "Have you forgotten your phone number?"

An Nianrong gently tapped her small and beautiful chin with her mobile phone.

"I don't have to make this call, you can go if you want. But one thing you do proves is that you're not as good as others tell me. You're just a shy coward who doesn't dare to work with 'female' people. ”

Ro'men stopped. "The 'agitation' method is of little use."

An Nianrong shrugged her shoulders, lowered her head and stuffed the phone into her purse.

"I don't need to be agitated. If you walk out of my big 'door', you're putting a label on you and your troops, and I'll talk to everyone I meet about your ridiculous behavior. ”