"Mr. Vic, your journey will begin at 12 a.m. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Paris, in a café on the Seine. On the bar high chair of this café that has been in business for more than 100 years, a white man in a gray suit, with chestnut hair and slightly yellowish cheekbones, is quietly sipping a martini.

Inside the bar, a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties was slightly bald. But the bartender, who was wearing a white shirt and a gray vest, said softly: "Your request is absolutely hidden, so your journey can only be delayed." I hope you understand. ”

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and there aren't too many guests in this famous café yet. When there are many customers, it is in the evening. Watching the sunset over the Seine from here is a pleasure, and it's something that many old Parisians will know. Unfortunately, there is a lot of competition in modern society, and there are not many people who come to enjoy this scenery.

The sunset, which had become gentle in the afternoon, was so gently sprinkled in the café. The person who shines on it is warm. The white man with maroon hair, known as Mr. Vic, lowered his glass and said in a hoarse voice, "So, what do I want?!" ”

"We'll get you covered. The tools you need will be equipped for you as your journey unfolds. You can check it. The perfect French gentleman at the bar smiled and whispered, "There are still nearly eight hours before your journey begins." Personally, I recommend you to take a break and eat something......"

Vic seemed to accept the suggestion and tapped his finger on the table: "Get me a piece of pasta!" ”

"Okay." The gentleman smiled, then got up and headed to the back kitchen to prepare the macaroni he needed for Vic. Vic walked over to a small table in the corner by the bar and sat down quietly. This location has a very open view, and you can see everything from the gate to the bar.

At the same time, it is hidden in the shadow of the corner, and it is not easy to be noticed. Paired with Vic's gray suit, unless he does something amazing to get someone else's attention. Otherwise, no one would notice what he's doing here.

Soon, the French gentleman brought a plate of macaroni to Vic. Vic looked up and glanced at the gentleman with the eyes of a dead fish, "Thank you." ”

With that, Vic skillfully picked up his knife and fork and began to gulp down the macaroni drizzled with meat sauce. The French gentleman smiled slightly and said softly, "There is a small door at the back, and there is a simple lounge inside. You can stay there until the beginning of your trip. I wish you all the best and have fun. ”

Silently eating the macaroni, Vic pushed it casually and found the small door that the French gentleman had spoken. Drill into the black hole behind the small door and close the small door. Vic quickly touched a switch. "Let's click~" pressed open, and I saw that there was a simple single bed in this small dark room that seemed to be about twenty square meters.

The futon is neatly laid on top, with the smell of sunshine. Vic turned off the light and lay down on the bed gently, and fell asleep peacefully with his clothes closed......

As the clock ticked to about 11 o'clock, Vic slowly opened his eyes like dead fish. He sat up from the bed and waited for something without saying a word, and after a while there was a knock on the door of the "tuk tuk ......". When Vic opened the door, he saw a café that had closed down and turned off the lights.

A big fat man who couldn't see his face clearly walked in the shadows and said in that rough tone: "Follow me, the journey begins!" ”

Vic didn't say a word, walked out of the room with his head down, and slowly followed the fat man. The two of them walked towards the back kitchen of the restaurant. The back kitchen was cleaned up, and all kinds of kitchen utensils were neatly arranged. At the same time, it was cleaned again.

Through the back kitchen, we came to the fire door, and when I opened it, I saw that the back door actually led to a quay on the edge of the Seine. The big fat man didn't look back, and kept walking towards the dock. Vic followed him to a small boat perched on the docks.

The boat is fully covered with a tarpaulin, and the power is the motor. The sound was so soft that it was barely audible on a night like this. After Vic boarded the boat, the boat slowly left the dock. The whole boat is not large, and the rain cloth covered on the outside seems to have been specially treated.

If you don't pay attention from the shore, you can barely see a small boat on the river. After sailing on the river for more than half an hour, the boat slowly docked on the pier. A car was already waiting on the docks, and Vic left the ship and boarded the car.

Without any accompaniment, the car started slowly. Vic closed his eyes in the back seat of the car, not even looking at the driver. When the car stopped after about half an hour, Vic tightened his coat and opened the door and walked down.

Stepping out of the car, Vic's dead fish eyes narrowed slightly. Because what stopped in front of him was a small military plane. The spiral staircase was slowly lowered, and it was clear that the plane had just arrived. Vic still didn't say a word, and went straight to the plane.

The furnishings on the plane are very simple, just a fixed table and a fixed bed. Vic lay on the bed and fastened his seatbelt. I saw the spiral staircase of the plane slowly retracted, and then felt the vibration of the plane. After a while, with a roar, a huge centrifugal force carried Vic off the ground......

"Mr. Vic, welcome to London. While I don't know what you're doing here, I want to wish you all the best. and peace. Vic appeared on the edge of the Thames, and it was five o'clock in the morning. Vic whispered to the old man in front of him who was wearing a tuxedo and had deep wrinkles on his face, and was in his sixties, "Thank you"

Then, he picked up a large trolley case that looked like a suitcase and disappeared into the London night. Vic, who was invisible in the shadows, gently began to touch his eyes and took out two contact lenses.

When the contact lenses were removed, I saw that his eyes suddenly lit up like dazzling stars. After Vic removed the contact lenses, he put the two contacts into a small box that he took out and kept them. Then he took out a box of paper towels, only to see that the paper towels were sealed separately and packaged with a sealing machine. He pulled out a strip and tore it open, took out a moist tissue and touched it on his face.

Soon, Vic showed a typical oriental face. And this person is Hou Dasheng!

saw that he slowly cleaned his face, and took out a tissue and wiped the shirt on his body. Immediately, the snow-white shirt began to turn pink. The suit turned over and turned black. When the coat is turned over, it becomes a wool coat.

A tissue wiped the hair, and soon the maroon hair returned to black. I took out another bottle of spray and sprayed it on my head. Hou Dasheng brushed his hair and grabbed a few handfuls. The hair then turned gray and white. Pull out a compact and apply it a few times to your face.

When Hou Dasheng came out again, he had become an ordinary British man in his forties, with a hooked nose and gray hair, looking very old. He looked tired and dragged his suitcase slowly towards a hotel down the street.

With an Edward's name, a room was opened. Hou Dasheng dragged his suitcase and moved in quietly. After entering the room, Hou Dasheng began to inspect the room. Five times before and after, it took more than half an hour. Until it was determined that the room did not have any eavesdropping or filming equipment. The surroundings are safe.

He put his huge suitcase on the bed, "Let's do it~!" "It opened with a bang. But I saw that it contained layers of various parts. Hou Dasheng calmly opened the suitcase layer by layer, and the top two layers could be seen at a glance as parts of firearms.

At the bottom of the layer are magazines and boxes of bullets. Hou Dasheng took out the parts "click~click~" and assembled a handful of UZI in three or two clicks. In less than a minute, another UZI was assembled.