"Hi Lula." Mason, deputy director of the Organizational Intelligence Center, opened his arms and gave Lula, who had just gotten out of the car, a cordial hug, and then waved to everyone. "Everyone, you have worked hard, the barracks canteen has prepared a hot meal for everyone, everyone will go to eat first, and then gather in the conference room hall in an hour."

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, outside an office in the CIA headquarters building, a middle-aged agent wearing a light gray trench coat, a tall and thin figure, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a cold expression, gently knocked on the door of the office.

"Please come in." A deep voice came from inside.

The visitor walked into the office and closed the door from behind: "Director, what instructions do you have for me?" "

"You may be seated." The other party put down the stack of papers in his hand, and solemnly motioned for the visitor to sit on the black revolving leather chair opposite the desk.

"Vincent, do you know about the hijacking of the Raptor prototype on a South American island?" The Director lowered his voice, and the visitor felt the momentum of the volcano before it was about to erupt.

"I've been informed." Vincent replied calmly.

"Shame!" The Commissioner slammed the table top, and the lamp and folders on the table shook straight away.

"The U.S.-Japan alliance of more than 100 people, as well as the support of helicopter gunships, tanks and other heavy equipment, was actually severely damaged by the armed forces of a small South American country that does not, and the other side only has dozens of people, so they beat you to the ground, hugged your head and let the other side snatch the prototype under our noses. A bunch of rubbish! The Commissioner growled, and Vincent seemed to be able to sense the vibration of the photographs hanging on the wall.

"It was the subordinates who were negligent and did not expect them to launch a surprise attack on the high seas." Vincent remained calm.

"It was a mistake to set the test site there, and I thought that it could be hidden from people's eyes and ears, and it was carried out without anyone noticing. I didn't expect it to be self-defeating. The commissioner pounded the table, and the anger in his heart still could not be calmed.

"The only consolation is that the test results are very satisfactory, the design drawings and technical secrets are still firmly in our hands, and the prototype we lost is of little use to them, and with their technical level, it may be difficult to imitate one." Vincent points out our strengths.

"That's why I'm telling you to come here, the design details have been perfected and we can consider going into large-scale production. The chief designer is already somewhere in our building, secretly continuing his research, where no one in the world can threaten his safety. The commissioner leaned forward and clasped his hands into fists. In addition to him, all the technicians involved in the development of the Raptor prototype will be the next target of the opponent, and you will have to clean them up before they do. Leave no room for the enemy. The list of personnel and details has been sent to your mailbox, and I order you to lead your men to complete the task in the shortest time possible. The Commissioner looked at Vincent.

"Obey the order, I will arrange for my subordinates to go to various places to live up to their mission." Vincent turned to leave.

Hugh and his teammates finished dinner and came to the conference hall: in a large temporary combat command tent, I saw the prototype lying flat on a table more than 1 meter high from the ground, surrounded by technicians in white overalls, touching the body of the prototype with various tools and instruments, and beating relevant data on several monitors on the side.

"I haven't found a flaw in it yet." A scientist reported to the major. "It's very well designed, and we need further information to study it."

The major turned to the deputy head of the intelligence center, who fell into deep thought. "Looks like I'm going to have to trouble you to make another trip. According to the intelligence, the core components of the Raptor were developed in Paris, and the relevant scientific research team should still be there, Hugh, Katyusha, the two of you will take the flight tomorrow afternoon and fly to Paris, and Garnett will be in charge of technical support in the rear, searching for their clues and obtaining further information. Salvatore, Carr, Luis and others remained in the army hospital to heal their wounds, while the rest of the team returned to the organization base and waited for instructions on the next step. Mason commanded.

Hugh raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, "It's really busy. ”

Katyusha looked at him with a happy smile.

"This time I can show my skills." Garnett couldn't hide his excitement.

The major walked outside the tent and instructed the guards standing beside him, "Inform the helicopter pilots, get ready, and escort them back to the base safely." ”

"Yes." The soldier gave a standard military salute and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, a Russian-made Mi-38 transport helicopter, carrying Lula, Olivia, Hugh, Katyusha, Garnett, and a group of five people, disappeared into the vast night and flew in the direction of the organization base.

Everyone returned to the base and pressed the button on the 11th floor in the elevator to lead to the staff dormitory, and Garnett pressed the 8th floor halfway through - the floor where the Organizational Software R&D Center is located: "I want to hack into the CIA database and check the list of technicians involved in the development of the Raptor prototype." Take a look at a few that are in France to facilitate the smooth running of the operation. Ladies and gentlemen, await my good news. With that, he stepped out of the elevator door and prepared to leave.

"When you're tired and sleepy, remember to drink Red Bull." Behind him came Olivia's quipping voice. "

As the night passed, Hugh woke up from his sleep, and when he was done, he knocked on Katyusha's door.

"Please come in." A familiar voice came from behind the door.

Hugh pushed the door open and saw her combing her hair in front of the dresser, biting a hair pin in her mouth and tying it up.

"Good morning, nice complexion." Katyusha turned around.

"You too, let's go find Garnett." Hugh leaned against the door.

"Okay, wait a minute." Katyusha put on her boots.

The two of them came to the door of Garnett's dormitory and knocked on the door, but there was no response inside, and the door was locked. "I guess it's still upstairs." Katyusha pointed upwards.

In a corner, Garnett was snoring in a pile of empty Red Bull drink bottles, and in the color laser printer on the side, a document with the classified logo of the CIA was presented, on which was the head of a middle-aged man with gray temples and a professor-like appearance, and the following table recorded his detailed personal information, including age, height, nationality, mobile phone number, work address, home address, and personal social security number, social credit rating, driver's license number, and the scientific research projects and roles you have participated in.

"Let him sleep, it seems that he has been busy all night, and it is hard enough." Katyusha took out the documents from the printer and looked at them: "Paris Gauss Institute of Nuclear Physics, Dr. Kortmia." ”

Hugh took out a pen and paper from the side and wrote on it: "The documents have been read, we will leave for Paris first, and if there is something to do, Hugh." ”

Hugh and Katyusha arrived at the capital's airport in the afternoon and flew to Paris on an Air France flight.