London, United Kingdom, in an MI6 office.

"Head, the operation failed!" With his head down, Falcao entered the office and reported on the progress of the arrest.

"Failed?" The head of MI6's operations department, Pier Kahle, looked up in some surprise.

"Yes, it failed, there were some problems with our vehicles when they intercepted Lin Qing, giving them time to prepare, and there were intelligence mistakes, so it failed, and none of the operatives sent out survived!"

"Intelligence mistakes, what's going on? Was Lin Qing not in the car at all, or were they prepared in advance? ”

Falcao shook his head and took out a few satellite photos: "There is no mention in our intelligence that Lin Qing's men will carry guns as soon as they get off the plane, and they were severely injured when they were arrested, and none of them survived!" ”

Pirkalle threw the photo directly on Falcao's face: "Did you have a pig's head?" Lin Qing is an arms dealer, when you plan your operation, do you naively think that he will be without weapons? Even if he pulls out an automatic rifle from the plane, I don't think it's unusual, you know, he's an arms dealer, not an ordinary oil and rice merchant, but an arms dealer who provokes wars all over the world! ”

Saliva splashed on Falco's face, and he lowered his head and wanted to debate, but found that he had no way to refute, even if the other party had just gotten off the plane, but Amsterdam was his lair, and he would be naïve to think that he would not carry a weapon!

"Get out of here, you're fully responsible for this matter, and all the people who planned the action with you are responsible! Get out of here and eat sand in the Middle East! ”

Pirkalle directly scolded Falcao out of the office, now MI6 is in a worse and worse situation, since it was exposed to public service, MI6's every move has to be under pressure from all walks of life, just a few days ago in Mumbai just sacrificed some people, and now in Amsterdam another nine agents have been sacrificed, this casualty figure is already very large. If there is no remedy, he will not be able to keep his position!

"Director, Madame called you over!"

Lost in thought, Pirkalle is interrupted by a knock on the door, and a blonde secretary looks at him with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll go over now, Annie, and you clean my office!" After Pirkari finished speaking, he gently lifted Anne's chin with his hand, kissed her seductive cheek, and walked out of the office in a suit.

Anne gently closed the door to her office. He began to carefully pack up the contents of Pirkalle's house, picked up a few pictures on the ground, looked at them, and put them back in their place.

Gently walking to the desk, Anne slowly sorted out the folders, and a small monitoring device in her hand was carefully placed in a hidden position next to the bookshelf, replacing the original monitoring equipment.

MI6's headquarters building is built very strongly, with several layers of special glass on each floor, which isolates the possibility of external surveillance and surveillance, if you want to obtain information inside MI6. It can only be taken out through internal video, otherwise it will be a rebel agent.

Anne threw the dismantled surveillance equipment directly into the garbage heap next to the Pirkalle desk, and spilled the unfinished coffee into it. When everything was done, I walked out of the room slowly.

In the director's office, the old woman was still sitting in her leather chair, holding the big white cat in her arms. Slowly comb its hair.

"Madame, I'm coming!" Pirkari stood somewhat stiffly in front of the old woman, for the leader of MI6. He was scared in his heart, and he watched with his own eyes how the old woman had gone from an ordinary agent to the head of MI6, and the corpses piled up behind her could clog the Thames.

The old woman pointed to the chair in front of the table: "Sit down!" I have something to tell you! ”

Pirkari sat down in his chair tremblingly, this time the old woman's attitude made him very uneasy, he had never seen her in such a way.

"You planned to arrest Lin Qing today, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Pirkalle got up straight from his seat and reported that no one in the entire MI6 would dare to sit and talk to the old woman.

"Don't be nervous, sit down, I'll let you sit down!"

"Oh, oh good!" Frightened by the old woman's eyes, Pirkalle immediately sat up straight in his chair.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Madame, we failed!" He lowered his head and did not dare to look up at the old woman.

The old woman slowly stretched out a hand and pulled out a document: "Well, I know you failed, I didn't ask about this, I want to know why you failed, and the other party can still know our identity!" ”

"Well, I don't know about that! We've had them checked before the operation, and they don't have anything on their shoulders that could prove their identity! ”

"Is that so?"

As she spoke, the old woman took out a piece of information and handed it over: "This is the information that the Dutch intelligence service has just sent to us, I think you can see that the Dutch have officially protested, and if our intelligence officers are so unscrupulous again, they will take retaliatory measures!" ”

After speaking, the old woman with a smile on her face looked at Pirkalle with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"Madame, me! I・・・・・・'m not like that, yes, yes, because ・・・・・・"

I wanted to say the words of the explanation, but I felt that I couldn't say it, no matter how strange this matter was, it was my own fault, or Falcao's mistake, but I could only take the blame for him, and Pirkalle could only lower his head and stop talking.

"Do you know why I'm not angry today? You are also my old subordinate, you should know that I only fire at my subordinates, and now I officially inform you that you are no longer a member of MI6, I have seconded you to MI5, good luck! ”

The old woman waved her hand and motioned for Pirkalle to leave, still stroking the cat's hair on her hand.

Piercale didn't know how to get out of the old woman's office, the whole person returned to the office in despair, looking at the ceiling with blank eyes, quietly distracted, MI5, although there is only one word different from MI6, but the meaning is really different!

Amsterdam

The convoy quickly returned to Earl Lin Qing's mansion, Lin Qing simply commanded two words, and returned to the interior of the room with the baby who was asleep in her arms, she was so tired, after the worry in her heart was put down, she fell asleep in Lin Qing's arms, very peaceful!

(To be continued.) )