"Send some people to Germany to gather intelligence?" Lawrence. Fissborne's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his teacup to the floor, "Are you sure you want to do this, boss?" ”

"What's the problem, Mr. Fisborne?" Qin Lang smiled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"About this...... That's right," said Fisborne, putting the cup back on the table, rubbing his hands together and thinking at the same time, "I don't think it's appropriate to send spies to Germany...... Of course, I'm not against espionage......" he paused for a moment, "I mean, if the German government finds out about the activities carried out by our spies, it will be a serious crisis...... It's big trouble, boss. ”

Fisborne carefully concealed what he really meant. "Serious crisis" or "big trouble" is a discounted term, and if a commercial company plants spies in the government and military of a European country, once this is exposed, then not only the German government, but all countries will strongly protest to the United States, demanding severe punishment for this bold company. And in the face of strong diplomatic pressure, Washington will still accept this request, despite its close relationship with Umbrella.

And in the United States, Umbrella has not only friends, but also many enemies. These people will undoubtedly take advantage of this opportunity to fall into the trap and destroy it in one fell swoop - otherwise they will not be shrewd politicians and businessmen, but the stupidest fools in the world.

Qin Lang's move was very dangerous.

But Fisborne hides this part of the mind. On the one hand, he was afraid of saying them because they might cause Qin Lang's anger; On the other hand, he knew that Qin Lang definitely knew.

Qin Lang did know, but he still smiled. "You mean, it's crazy for a commercial company to send spies to a powerful country, doesn't it?"

After a moment's hesitation, Fisburn nodded. "Yes, boss."

"I think it's just as crazy that the security agencies of an American commercial company kidnapped Japanese spies on the street and used several large barrels of harmful chemical waste in the operation." Qin Lang cautiously observed the face of the head of the security department - it became unnatural.

Clearly, the impression that dangerous kidnapping left on Mr. Fissburn was not entirely rosy and celebrated, and there were some lingering shadows.

"You shouldn't think about that, Mr. Fisborne." "You have to understand that every consortium has spies operating around the world, and your job is not crazy - unless I ask the company's spies to infiltrate the German General Staff or the Foreign Office." Of course," he shrugged, "that's unnecessary." ”

"But, boss," Fisborne ...... still skeptical of the orders he received, "intelligence activities do not fall within the purview of the Security Service. ”

"Yes, that's the responsibility of the Intelligence Service."

"So ......"

Qin Lang blinked, his lips curled. "Did I tell you that you have been promoted to Deputy Minister of the Interior?"

"Nope." Fisborne, for sure, absolutely not.

"Then I formally inform you that you have been promoted to Deputy Minister of the Interior, Mr. Fisborne." Qin Lang stood up and stretched out his right hand, "Congratulations." ”

Fisborne was still sitting - the former head of security was dazed by the sudden lift that came down on his head, and he didn't know if he should be happy or jump up and hug Qin Lang. After a long while, a few minutes, he realized that Qin Lang was still waiting to shake hands with him.

"I'm sorry, boss." Almost panicked, he bounced up from his chair and held out his right hand.

Qin Lang's voice lowered. "Do a good job, Mr. Fisborne, and do not let me down" - he leaned to the new Deputy Minister of the Interior so that he alone could hear - "take note that your work must be kept in strict secrecy, especially to Mr. Messerschmitt. ”

"I understand, boss." Fisborne immediately calmed down and replied calmly.

The new work was even more troublesome than imagined - as an instructor at the spy school, Friedrich-Karl. Messerschmitt personally trained most of the company's spies, and those people respected him and lacked any suspicion—keeping him a secret was not an easy thing to do.

The Deputy Minister of the Interior felt that he was going to have many more bad nights when he could not sleep properly.

"Don't worry, you have a lot of time to set up." As if seeing through his thoughts, Qin Lang continued, "Mr. Messerschmitt is on a mission and will not return to Area 51 in a short time. ”

"Mission?" Another mission?

"Yes, mission."

Messerschmitt was on a train bound for Chicago, where he was on a train to Dayton, Ohio, where Qin Lang asked him to investigate a pair of brothers who were in the bicycle manufacturing and repair business, Wilbur. Wright and Orville. Wright, and visit them at the right time.

A strange task.

Wilbur. Wright and Orville. Wright, a bicycle manufacturer and repairer, are two obscure little people, but Qin Lang is obviously interested in them...... However, why did the brothers arouse his interest? Of course, Qin Lang always does things that are unexpected and difficult for others to see, but those things he does are at least somewhat potentially related to his business; And this time, bicycle manufacturers and repairers ......

Is he ready to invest in this industry?

Maybe. If you think about it, there is a real possibility. However, if Qin Lang was really prepared to invest in the bicycle manufacturing and repair industry, there was no need for him to send spies to Dayton, Ohio, to investigate two unknown minor players - there are also many bicycle manufacturers in California, most of whom want to get investment from banks or large corporations.

And these people are really worth the investment. In fact, he had seen small factories and workshops build bicycles with fine workmanship and excellent performance, which could be produced in batches and then become new bestsellers as long as they were invested—however, Qin Lang turned a blind eye to these close options, and instead set his sights on the distant city of Dayton, Ohio, and concentrated on Wilbur. Wright and Orville. Wright.

Because of what? Messerschmitt wanted to know the answer.

But he couldn't find an answer. For two little people who are unknown and have never heard of them before they get the task, the inference can only be based on baseless speculation and imagination, and the conclusions obtained will never be close to the facts.

Messerschmitt needed some valuable clues.

He looked across from him at two bald heads in black suits and white shirts, red ties, black leather gloves, and sunglasses - Secret Service agents; Of course, it was a good thing that they were agents of the Secret Service, not agents of the Intelligence Service, otherwise Messerschmitt would have kicked them back into the Nevada desert - trying to figure out if they knew something he didn't know.

He had a feeling that after he stuffed that old German friend into the basement of the Guangzhou Bay base, the company began to block some important information from him—Qin Lang must have noticed something.

Cunning fox!

Luckily. Messerschmitt chuckled to himself. Qin Lang's orders seemed to be known only to the company's top brass, and most of the spies and agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had been trained in Area 51 and were his students, so he still had channels to obtain some valuable information.

"What do you know about our survey objectives?"

The two agents exchanged glances on each other's faces, and one replied, "We know as much about the target as you do, sir." ”

"Maybe the Intelligence Service has information about the Wright brothers, but we haven't seen any of it." Another agent replied, "Of course, I have been informed that the Intelligence Service has never obtained any information about these two individuals. No one before us was ordered to investigate them. ”

"We were among the first investigators?" Messerschmitt wasn't surprised, but still frowned, "So how did the boss know about them?" ”

Both agents laughed at the same time and shrugged their shoulders. "You know, the boss has always had a secret intelligence network that belongs to him."

"That's just legend." Of course, sometimes the legend is close to the truth, but most of the time it is not - he thinks there is a problem with this statement: "If the boss already has information about the Wright brothers through his secret intelligence network, why would he want us to investigate?" ”

"We didn't think about that...... the agents were confused, "what do you think, sir?" ”

"Unfortunately, gentlemen, I am as confused as you are." Messerschmitt shook his head: if he knew, he wouldn't have had to ask.

"Maybe the boss's intelligence network didn't provide details." One agent ventured to guess, "Maybe the spies just stumbled upon something of interest while on other missions, but didn't have time to investigate in detail." ”

"Maybe. But that's just your guess, isn't it? "In District 51 I said that unfounded speculation doesn't make any sense, what we need are real and credible facts." ”

"Of course," he said to himself, "I'll find out the facts." ”

Whether it's Qin Lang's intelligence network, or Wilbur. Wright and Orville. Wright piqued his interest, and he would find them out.

"Maybe I should send a telegram to New York." He thought so and looked out the window. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )