Although I was still in an unfamiliar place, I slept quite soundly this time. Maybe it's because I haven't slept well for a long time, or maybe it's that old guy named Pei Ze feels good and affectionate to me. Anyway, I slept soundly, and Coleman was woken up afterwards.

"You sleep so well, aren't you worried that the people here will sell us?" Coleman said, holding his arms.

I sat up and looked out the window, it seemed like the weather was fine today. I withdrew my gaze and looked at Coleman, "Don't you need to treat your arm first?" “

Coleman shook his head and said, "We need to hurry back." I'm worried that guy might come back to the show at any time. ”

I nodded, and Coleman had a point. We were beaten away, and we ran away in a mess. In such a situation, everyone will relax. And what about that guy? They might be careful, but they should soon be able to make sure that there are no enemies around him, and that there is no plan to deal with him in the east, so he will most likely be out and about.

"But I'll deal with it when I get back. After all, I need you to be as healthy as possible after the mission starts. I said.

"I understand. But it depends. We're going to hurry back, and then I'm going to contact the ticket seller. I'll deal with this after I get to the bottom of the situation over there. Coleman said.

"That... So are our documents ready? I asked.

"I'm here to tell you this. Our stuff is good. Coleman said as he walked to the door.

I quickly stood up, put my coat on, checked my gun, loaded it, and followed Coleman out of the room. I didn't go far before I saw Pei Ze holding a teapot and a plate.

Pei Ze looked at us and smiled and said in English, "Good morning." Looks like you're sleeping well. “

Coleman smiled and said, "He slept well. My arms always make me feel bad. “

"Come on. Eat something. Once you've eaten, you're going to be on your way again. Pei Ze said as he walked out.

Coleman and I followed Pize to a living room-like room, and Mueller was already sitting at a table eating.

Coleman and I said hello to Müller, who nodded to me and started talking to Coleman in German. I came to the table and sat down, and I noticed that there were two passports on the table.

"Can you take a look?" I looked at Pei Ze, who was placing the teapot and plate with food on the table.

"Of course. This was meant for you. Pei Ze smiled and nodded.

I picked up a copy and opened it and looked at it, I hardly recognized the words on it, but the photo... Hehe, it does look a little like me, but if you look closely, you can tell the obvious difference. As for Bauerman's, his book is much more similar than mine.

"People like you, I have too few pictures here." Pei Ze said as he poured me a cup of coffee, "But you don't just want to leave. We'll have to do it for you in a moment. “

"Processing? How is it processed? I asked curiously.

"Huh. You'll find out in a moment. Pei Ze pretended to smile mysteriously, "Let's eat first." Otherwise, the German guy is going to say that we don't have a concept of time. ”

"German?" Müller looked at Pei Ze dissatisfied, apparently Müller understood English and could speak.

"What's wrong with the Germans? Germans Germans, I hate Germans. Pei Ze said several times in a row.

Müller waved his hand and said something in German, although he didn't understand it, but judging from Müller's movements and the triumphant smile on Peize's face, Müller couldn't do much about the old guy.

After a brief breakfast, Pei Ze took us to the room where we chose the photo yesterday. Then he pulled out a set of things that made it feel like he was in a barbershop. But when I really looked closely, I realized that these things are a lot more complicated than the barbershop, because there seem to be some of them used for makeup.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to get you closer to the guy in the picture now." Pei Ze said.

"This... Is this going for a facelift? Coleman glanced at the Petzer's tools.

"Facelift?" Pei Ze looked at Coleman in surprise, "That's a surgical operation." I'm not a medical student, and I'm going to die if I do surgery. I call it makeup, do you understand makeup? Peize said as he sat Coleman in a chair facing the mirror, then he opened the passport and pasted it on the side of the mirror, he pointed to the picture in the mirror, "See that guy?" You're not alone after all. But what if you want to be like a little? Then you can only use some means to cover up the places that don't seem like them or try to appear as close as possible. “

Peize said as he began his work, which was quite time-consuming, and it took two or three hours to get Coleman's and me makeup done. I had my hair shaved off and made a short fake beard, and Coleman, who had a beard and hair lengthened, and also made some pitted scars on his face, and the whole person looked very sloppy.

After he was done, he asked me to stand with Coleman again, and then looked at us with his passport, and then he looked at Mueller and handed him his passport, "Look, doesn't it look like much?" “

Müller took his passport, compared it for a moment, smiled, and was clearly sure of the old man's skill, and after a few words in German, he handed the passport to me and Coleman, and walked to the door of the photo studio.

"We're leaving." Coleman said.

I quickly put away my passport, looked at Pei Ze and said, "Thank you, Mr. Pei Ze." “

Pei Ze waved his hand and said, "You're welcome." Anyway, the German guy paid for it. It seems that I will soon have the money to travel to China again. Hahaha. “

We quickly got to the door and got in the car, and we quickly drove out of the city and out of the northwest. After a day we crossed the border without any problems, the border checks between Austria and Hungary were much looser than I expected, our passports were only cursory checks and then we were released, and if you want to look more, the inspectors looked at Coleman a few more times, and just glanced at me. It makes me think that maybe in their eyes, Asians are all the same or the same.

On our way back to Austria, we first went to Fürstenfeld, near the border, where we took a short break and Coleman contacted the ticket seller. After contacting, Coleman excitedly told me that our target, the guy named Manninger, had booked tickets again.