Walda was almost watching Gao Jun get on the plane???? Huoran? Wen?? ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?．?

The nervous expression on his face was unmistakable, and he sat in the airport seat, holding a newspaper, and lowered his voice, "Hey, isn't there any news yet?" ”

"Mission failed! Abandonment of arrest of suspects. There was a half-bang on the other side of the headset, apparently receiving the message, and only slowly did he breathe it out when Volda was about to go crazy, but his tone was also obviously incredulous.

Failed?!

This is the footprint that was discovered after at least more than two months of reconnaissance, and the ICPO also bought off someone inside, so the news that it got is, logically speaking, it is impossible to fail at all.

Walda's face froze, and he couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding?" ”

He was trying to smash the newspaper in his boss's face so that the damn Colombian would understand what poop tasted like.

"Kick and kick..."

Walda suddenly felt a sound of footsteps in front of him, and then a shadow covered him, his hair was on end, and when he lowered his head, he saw a pair of Quoch leather shoes, polished brightly, and quickly calmed down, his facial musculature eased, and then he raised his head in confusion, and looked at the famous strong man standing in front of him, at least Walda thought so, and his arm was about to reach his calf.

"What's the matter? Mr? ”

Walda also subconsciously pushed down the frame of his glasses with his hand.

I have to say that life in the world depends on acting skills, and Hollywood actors still lack characteristics compared with these real undercover agents.

At the very least, although Walda has MMP in his heart, he still has to show doubts.

"Sir, this is the drink our boss has invited you to drink, go to the fire." The visitor bent down and placed a bottle of orange juice at his feet, and after smiling and giving him a meaningful look, he turned his head and left, but before Walda could breathe a sigh of relief, the other man suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand, "I almost forgot!" Our boss said he liked you meddling. ”

Have a finger in the pie?!

Walda felt insulted, his faith was trampled on, his hand suddenly tightened, pinched the corner of the newspaper, raised his head to look at Gao Jun, and saw that the latter also turned his head to look at him, the eyes of both sides seemed to breed lightning in mid-air, Gao Jun loosened his tie and smiled slightly.

"Damn!"

In Walda's eyes, this smile was as if it were... A kind of ridicule.

But he could only swallow this breath and say to his boss in the headset, "I was discovered." ”

After being stunned for a moment, he sighed, "Come back, it won't be useful to follow again." ”

Walda stood up, patted his buttocks, put the newspaper under his armpit, and was about to shake his head and leave, but when he saw it, there was orange juice at his feet, and after a meal, he picked it up and left.

Damn!

Don't be in vain.

……

Gao Jun, who was sitting in the VIP waiting area, clasped the sludge in the index finger cover with the thumb of his right hand, blew a breath, and held the mobile phone in his left hand with a smile, "Yang, thank you very much for your news, otherwise I would have really planted it this time, you can rest assured, I promised you that the 500,000 US dollars guaranteed to be sent to the Swiss bank account." ”

"Do you have any action behind you?" Yang's voice was deep.

"Don't worry, I'm a businessman now, don't worry, I won't do anything harmful."

Why does Gao Jun seem to be farting when he says this?

It stinks!

Merchant?

I'm afraid it's black-hearted.

Yang knew that it was impossible for Gao Jun not to take action, just depending on the size of the situation, but it didn't matter what happened to him, he groaned slightly, and hung up the phone.

Gao Jun looked at the busy phone, smiled and shook his head.

$500,000 for a mole.

It's a good deal.

He glanced at Leonardo, who was sitting a little farther away, some of the business he couldn't touch at the moment.

Only he and some of his henchmen know about the secret business.

"Help me contact Mayor Chebill, I'll go back in the evening and invite him to dinner, and help me find a short video director, it must be famous, I can't go to Hollywood to find it, and find an editing team, it must be world-class, I want to make the first short film that belongs to HWP."

In fact, Gao Jun has long thought about it, using short films to attract all kinds of talents or dollar-chasing fanatics to join the group, of course, the best of the best, at least to ensure that it does not become notorious.

Moreover, Gao Jun felt that after entering the millennium, the world form would undergo more drastic changes, and the ranks of mercenaries would become very popular, and he had to be the first to eat crabs in this industry.

"Understood, boss."

Gao Jun bowed, he turned on his laptop, connected to the Internet, opened Facebook, he had entrusted Edward to help HWP open his own Facebook, and it was exclusively authenticated.

The current number of fans: 9, including Mark and Edward and Larry and Sergey, the rest according to the routine, it seems to be the so-called zombie fans, slightly thought about it, and skeweed: "HWP recruits security consultants, preferential treatment, annual salary of not less than 100,000 US dollars, requirements: strong body, proficient in a foreign Chinese language (including the national dialect), veterans are preferred, after four weeks of training, those who pass enjoy formal contracts, housing security, travel plans to different parts of the world every year, and full of excitement and thrills..."

He then asked Mark and the two of them to help him forward it, and the two of them had 2 million user fans, which can completely spread to a certain extent.

"Passengers, ...... of flights from Los Angeles to Santa Monica"

At this time, the airport loudspeaker had already begun to shout, Gao Jun put away the computer, stood up, and the group boarded the VIP passage under the guidance of the guide.

Half an hour later, an Airbus broke through the sky.

……

Walda got out of the car with a black face, still holding a newspaper under his arm, threw the empty bottle of orange juice that had been drunk into the trash, jumped up the steps in three or two steps, and walked into the office building, ignoring a few logistics staff who greeted him, and hurriedly walked to the boss's office, his gloomy face could drip water.

Anyone who saw this expression was a little scared.

When Walda was about to push the door open, the hand was raised, but he paused, and then straightened his clothes, "Knock knock." He knocked on the door very politely, and when there was an invitation from inside, he unscrewed the handle and walked in, and behind the desk sat a woman, dressed in overalls, very lean, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Why are you here?" Walda asked with a frown at the woman's brow, and then, without waiting for her to answer, continued, "What about Anthony?" ”

"Can't I be here?" The woman raised her eyebrows, as if she was dissatisfied with Walda's words, hugged her hands and snorted coldly, stood up, shook her body with a stack of materials, shook her hair, and the air was filled with the smell of perfume.

Walda sneezed, touched his nose, and muttered a few words to the other party's back, seeing that his boss was not there, he was about to leave, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Anthony standing in the doorway, and the two of them almost kissed each other.

"Hey! What are you doing so close? Anthony, who was five big and three thick, with a pipe in his mouth, and half a head taller than Walda, pushed him away and shook his head.

Volda's fire, which had been suppressed, suddenly flared up, "We can arrest him first, at least 48 hours, this will let him go, there will definitely be precautions." ”

"This fox is smarter than you think, don't you think that foxes from Asia are not cunning?" Anthony glanced at it, "We lose this matter, just get it back next time, here's a clue, you can go and take a look." ”

As he spoke, he threw out a piece of letterhead, and Walda took it, opened it at random, and looked at it, his eyes widening suddenly.

……