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John Pierpont Morgan was standing at the window looking out at the noisy world; Watching in silence and without saying a word, it went on for many minutes. Then he slowly turned around and said, "I have a new assignment for you, Friedrich." Go to San Diego, California, and find a way to get into Viper Weapons or Umbrella Security Services. ”

"Who are you going to let me kill this time, sir?" Friedrich-Karl Messerschmitt smiled, as if he were talking about a trivial, insignificant matter that did not deserve any attention. Killing, of course, was what he did best and loved best, and he had been doing it for many years - even two months earlier, he had been ordered to go to Italy to kill an Italian named Marconi and bring back some information.

So it's nothing to care about.

But this time, Morgan wasn't prepared to let his best killer do what he did best, and he gave him another job, one he had been trained to do.

"It's not for you to kill anyone, Friedrich." He shook his head, "I want you to enter either of those two companies and lurk there to gather some intel for me that I want to know." ”

"Gathering intelligence? You want me to be a spy? Messerschmitt was stunned for a moment. No doubt the mission came as a surprise to him - it was the first time in all these years that he had been given a spy mission. "Sir, I haven't done this kind of work for a long time, after I've left London."

It's been six years. He thought to himself. After all this time, the once familiar espionage skills that had been trained as instinct were now unfamiliar, and now, could he still successfully complete a spy mission? Messerschmitt didn't have much confidence...... At least not as confident as doing anything else.

Morgan was aware of his concerns, but no matter what, as a former professional spy, he was still the best choice for the mission. "I know, Friedrich. But of all the people I could find, you were the only one best suited to do it. ”

Messerschmitt thought for a moment, probably a few seconds. "As you wish, sir." He regained his composure, and a fake, mask-like smile reappeared on his face. "What do you want me to gather?"

Morgan didn't answer immediately. He was silent for a while, slowly walked around the room a few times, and then stopped and said to him: "Maybe you don't know, the chairman of the Great Viper Weapons Company, Mr. Qin Lang, he is now my partner, and I also own the shares of his company......"

He told him about things that Messerschmitt didn't know about, and wasn't interested in: his several contacts with Qin Lang, the plan that Qin Lang had made that had become a reality, the cooperation they had made, and the investment he and the other consortium had made in the Great Viper Weapons Company...... All things. Except for the secrets that could not be told to anyone, Morgan told Messerschmitt everything.

It took them a long time, and at last, until Morgan finally felt thirsty, he stopped for a moment.

He walked over to the cabinet, took out his glass, poured two glasses of whiskey, picked them up and walked over to Messerschmitt, handed him one of them, and summed up what he had just said: "Anyway, Friedrich, you must understand that the company you are going to has a fairly close relationship with us. ”

"Well, this is ...... with my work"

"From the first day I had contact with him, I was very curious about Qin Lang as a person. He's smart, he's sharp-eyed, and he has some sources of intelligence that I don't know, so he can make accurate predictions about many things. ”

"Sounds like a wizard." Messerschmitt commented.

"Yes, wizard." Morgan agrees with this comment. Sometimes, he himself felt that Qin Lang was a clever wizard. "He can even say exactly what an unknown Italian has done - the information you bring back from Italy is only a small difference from what he told me. Either that means he has eyeliner around that Mr. Marconi......"

"But that's obviously impossible, isn't it, sir?"

"That's why we think he's like a wizard." Morgan smiled, "But he's certainly not." He certainly had secret channels to get information. ”

"So, you want me to find out his intelligence channels?" Messerschmitt is beginning to understand his task – but not completely.

"In addition, I want you to find out Qin Lang's background." Qin Lang's background is a question that intrigues and perplexes Morgan more than his intelligence sources. He knows the background of each of his partners and competitors, where they were born, where they were raised, what school they attended, who they are in their family, and what they ...... No matter who the other party is, he can always find out their information.

But Qin Lang is completely different, and no one can find out his background. Even with the power of the consortium, Morgan can now only find out when he first appeared in Los Angeles and what he did, while his earlier experience is a perfectly hidden mystery.

Morgan wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. Regardless of whether Qin Lang was his partner or competitor, he had to figure out who he really was. Otherwise, it would be too risky to deal with someone as smart and potential as him.

"Friedrich, you must investigate him."

Of course, the investigation is clear. Messerschmitt raised his head slightly, and looked at Qin Lang earnestly—he was listening intently to his account of his past experiences—and now, he felt that the secret mission given to him by Morgan had become a little more difficult. Although there has not yet been an in-depth exchange, in this short period of time, Messerschmitt has figured out what kind of person his subject is: intelligent, cautious, and knowledgeable, and extremely difficult to deal with.

For a spy, Qin Lang is a dangerous opponent. Messerschmitt began to wonder if he would be able to make it to Umbrella, as the slightest suspicious clue would alert him......

"Mr. Messerschmitt." Qin Lang's voice pulled him back to reality from his own thinking, "I want to know, do you have any experience working in the British intelligence service?" ”

"Why do you ask, Mr. Qin?"

"Just ask, don't mind." Qin Lang smiled and shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant, as if he didn't like the answer to the question. "You just have to answer 'yes' or 'no'."

Messerschmitt became alarmed. Hardly any company boss would ask a candidate if he had worked in the intelligence department, and it was impossible for an ordinary company boss to guess whether a candidate had been a spy or not, obviously, Qin Lang had already noticed something - but the question was, where was the flaw that caught his attention?

But now is not the time to think about that, there is only one thing to consider: answer "yes" or "no". It is not easy to make a decision, if Qin Lang is quite positive about his judgment, then "no" is a wrong answer; However, "yes" is by no means an appropriate answer, as there is no indication that he would allow a spy into his company.

Moreover, the fact that a British spy travels thousands of miles to work for a small company in San Diego is in itself a questionable thing.

But either way, he had to make a choice now.

"Yes" or "No"? Messerschmitt thought quickly. Eventually, after much consideration, he decided to take the plunge. "Yes, Mr. Qin, I used to work in the Secret Bureau for a while."

"So, you're a professional spy." Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, "Then can you answer my other question, Mr. Messerschmitt - as a British spy in the service of Her Majesty, why did you come to San Diego to look for a job?" He smiled more obviously, "Could it be that you are on some top-secret mission?" ”

"Your imagination is rich, Mr. Qin." Messerschmitt also laughed, partly to hide his surprise. "I worked in the Secret Service for a while, but six years ago, I quit."

"Resign? Why? ”

The time has come to defend yourself. Messerschmitt took a deep breath. "That job wasn't satisfying for me. As much as I liked it, the treatment of the Secret Service was disappointing, the income was so low that I did not want to be like Sir Francis Walsingham who paid for the service of the Queen out of his own pocket. He smiled self-deprecatingly, "And it happened to be some news that the Secret Service was going to lay off employees during that time, so I resigned." ”

Sir Francis Walsingham, a name completely unfamiliar to Qin Lang, had never heard of the founder of Britain's first permanent intelligence agency, who had served as British ambassador to France, had long been involved in intelligence activities, and had devoted his life to Queen Elizabeth I - although he had seen the movie called Elizabeth, he had no memory of the role played by Geoffrey Rush.

Qin Lang did not have a deep understanding of British intelligence agencies. He knew about MI5 and MI6, but these two agencies would not be established until 1909, and the old Secrecy Service, he knew nothing about it.

Qin Lang didn't know if Messerschmitt was lying to him, and although he did tell some truths, in fact everything he said was difficult to verify, and recruiting him into the company was undoubtedly quite a risky move.

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