Yabo was only 30 years old when he sat in the position of the head of intelligence of the Eritrean CIA, and he has his advantages. r?anwenｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?ｗ?ｅ?ｎa?`ｃ?ｏ?ｍ?

Like what... Just do it!

He snapped his fingers and shouted out the door, "Lady Bellina......"

A black woman walked in from the outside, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, "Sir, what do you need?" ”

"Where's the last gift my friend brought me?"

"In your drawer." Bellina didn't understand why the other party suddenly looked for tea, the black and non-slippery things, smelled uncomfortable, Yabo nodded, waved his hand to signal that the other party could go busy, opened the drawer, and saw that there was a tin box inside, marked with Chinese, he didn't know, but listened to the colleague who came back from the trip.

It's very popular in that country...

What can be popular must be good things, don't Chinese have the habit of bringing gifts to the door? I guess I'm polite.

He stood up, picked up the trench coat from the hanger, put it on casually, hooked up the car keys on the table, and waved his hand at Ms. Bellina, who was working outside, and motioned for himself to go out.

Found the car from the small alley of the bakery below, an old Buick that was about to fall apart.

Damn it!

None of the bastards in Virginia Langley would have given any more money, or Jabbok would have gone for a new car.

He shook his head, straightened the seat, lit the fire, and the Buick shook with a pee, slid a few steps in parallel, and turned off.

Yabo scolded in his mouth, but he was also helpless, so he could only restart and drive towards the Asmara Hotel step by step.

His station was only a twenty-minute journey from the hotel, so he parked the car at the door and greeted the security guard at the door twice, "Hey, man, keep an eye on my car, don't let those bastards steal it, or I'll make you pay for it." ”

The corners of the security officer's mouth twitched.

This Buick ...

It is used to add fuel to the fire in the car graveyards of some countries, glancing at Yabo, and muttering in his heart.

“nmp！”

Yabo walked towards the front desk, and when he went up the steps, he also threw off his trench coat and knocked lightly on the table, and the waiter behind the counter raised his head and smiled gently, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" Mr? ”

"I would like to ask, is there an Asian living here?"

The front desk lady was stunned for a moment, "I'm sorry sir, we don't allow the staff to disclose the customer's information." ”

Yabo raised his eyebrows slightly, looked left and right, took out a $50 from his pocket, pressed it on the counter and handed it over, and said very sincerely, "I know him, we are good friends, we are both from the United States, that Asian and I used to be football colleagues, I saw him on the street, but he ran too fast, I found here." ”

The routine of opening their eyes and telling nonsense is something that every agent should have.

Yabo still remembers that when he was training in the CIA, his seniors told him that if you lie and lie to make yourself believe, others will believe you.

When the front desk lady saw the dollar, her eyes lit up, and she didn't care what you just said? Glancing at the colleague next to him a little farther away, he snatched it up, stuffed it into his sleeve, and whispered, "On the 23rd floor." ”

"Thank you." Jabbo smiled, blinked, and flashed into the elevator.

"Who was that?" At this time, my colleague also walked back, looked at Yabo, and asked the front desk lady.

"That's... Looking for guests. ”

The front desk lady stammered a little, but the colleague didn't pay attention and shrugged.

As soon as the Yabo elevator opened and was about to go out, he saw three strong men standing outside, looking at him with an unkind face, blocking the door.

"Sir, you have gone wrong." The lead employee said with a dark face, "This is a private area. ”

As he spoke, he was about to press the elevator, and Yabo hurriedly spoke, "Man, I'm here to find Mr. Gao." ”

"Huh?"

The employee looked him up and down and winked at his colleague, and the two behind him slowly reached behind their backs, "Who are you?" ”

"Yabo. Guszla, an American businessman. ”

The American businessman was his "legal status" in Asmara. ”

"Wait a minute." The lead employee nodded, then pressed the headset to report to Peter, who also went to Gao Jun.

Boss Gao was holding a newspaper, a speculation from AFP about the situation in Africa. Hearing Peter say that an American businessman was looking for him, he sat up straight from the recliner and frowned, "Oh? ”

As soon as I came to Asmara, someone came to the door, and this intelligence system is good enough.

Merchant?

Gao Jun doesn't believe this kind of nonsense.

Could it be the spokesperson of that force?

"Let him in." Gao Jun was curious.

Peter bowed his head and told the employees to let him go, and listened to the instructions in the headset, took a few steps forward, and motioned for Jabbok to open his hand, "Sir, I want to do a routine check." ”

Yabo smiled helplessly, raised his hand, let the other party search his body, and muttered vigorously, "Don't touch there, hey!" I'm afraid of itching. ”

After the employee searched carefully, he found a jar.

"This is a gift I asked a friend to bring over." Yabo hurriedly said. The employee opened it uncomfortably, sniffed, and a pungent smell rushed to his head, almost burning to death, and he threw it back to him with a disgusted face, "Come with me." ”

Yabo had no chance to run at this time, there were employees in front and behind, and there were only a few people in the corridor with the sound of leather shoes.

In front of the door of a room in the middle, after the employee knocked on the door a few times, he pushed the door and entered, and Yabo also met Gao Jun smoothly.

This is the first time he has met Gao Jun...

If it's the first feeling, it's ordinary.

Not tall, not handsome, not short, not fat, and there is no protrusion from the outside.

"Who the hell are you?" Gao Jun is very direct and abrupt, at least for Yabo, he was stunned, and before he could react, there was an instant extra gun on his temple, and Peter's right index finger pressed on the trigger, as long as Gao Jun looked at him, Yabo's skull had to be overturned.

Yabo swallowed, nervous, but scared. 、

He's been in the CIA for nearly ten years, and he's seen all the big scenes? Once when he was an undercover agent in Mexico, he was also shot in the head with a gun, and those people were much more vicious than Gao Jun, but Yabo lowered his face slightly, and still told his origin, "Calm down, man, I'm the head of the CIA in Eritrea." ”

Gao Jun thought about any kind of identity, and even he suspected that the other party was the spokesperson of a certain arms dealer, and wanted to share the cake with Gao Jun, but he never imagined that it was CIA.

He doesn't have a good relationship with those big guys.

All of a sudden, the noodles were a little cold.

After about a few dozen seconds, Gao Jun still spoke, but his tone was teasing, "Are you planning to come to me to invest in the fund?" ”

Peter and the others laughed uncontrollably.

Yabo's face turned red instantly, and Gao Jun actually regarded him as a begging for food.

I really want to flip the table.

But he didn't dare,

can only endure this breath, the strength is weak, and he has to learn to pretend to be a grandson, this is the second life-saving rule given to him by the teacher, and he smiled reluctantly, "I just heard that you are here, come to chat with you, by the way, bring you a good thing, I think, Mr. Gao will not refuse my friendliness." ”

He took out the tin can and laid it on the table as if it were self-cooked.

Gao Jun looked at the corner of his eyes when he saw the Chinese logo on it, and raised his head, "Your friendship is really special, CIA is good for this?" ”

I saw a few big words written on it, "Aphrodisiac powder!" ”

Gao Jun has 100,000 m in his heart, and he doesn't know whether to say it or not.

……