When he was secretly thinking about whether to take the risk of accepting Messerschmitt, for a moment, Qin Lang felt that his mentality was very ridiculous. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info All along, he always wanted to recruit some professional spies into the Ministry of Internal Affairs and make it really work; But now, when a professional spy does come to apply, he starts to worry about whether this person will be a potential danger again.

And the trouble is that he can't even think of the answer to the question; "Yes", or "no", no matter what the truth of the facts is, as long as he can choose an affirmative answer, the problem will be easily solved, but Qin Lang can't choose.

He needed a professional spy, and that was a desperate need. At the same time, he could not see why British intelligence would send a spy to his company to gather intelligence - neither the Viper nor the Umbrella were enough to attract the attention of the intelligence agencies - but conversely, even if Messerschmitt had left the secret service six years earlier, as he had claimed, he would still be a subject of suspicion.

Six years. No one except Messerschmitt himself could say exactly what he did, where he worked, and who served during this time. Maybe he's joined another country's intelligence agency, or maybe he's working for a consortium or a big company. In this world, anything is possible, and some of these possibilities are undoubtedly quite dangerous.

But it's also possible that Messerschmitt didn't serve anyone, and he didn't come to San Diego because he had some top-secret mission......

Qin Lang had a headache. The situation was getting worse, and the more possibilities he considered, the more difficult it became to make a decision, and all the clues were mixed together in a mess that couldn't be sorted out in a short period of time.

Thankfully, he didn't have to make a decision right away.

"Mr. Messerschmitt, through your self-introduction, I have learned a little about your situation." Qin Lang smiled and said, "I'm very happy to have an expert like you join my company, but before I officially accept you, please allow me to conduct a small test on you." ”

"A little test?" Messerschmitt's instincts told him that it might be dangerous, but the task Morgan gave him required him to be tested. Hardly hesitating, he calmly asked, "What is it?" ”

"I can't tell you yet." Qin Lang smiled, "Please come here again in three days, and by that time, I will tell you what the test topic is." ”

Messerschmitt felt that this was a good arrangement, and he had plenty of time to do some preparations—although Qin Lang didn't say what the title of the test was, he thought it must have something to do with his identity as a spy—but in fact, Qin Lang had already decided on the topic of the test, and tonight, the test would begin without Messerschmitt's knowledge.

Since the suspicious identity of this professional spy made it difficult for him to make a decision, Qin Lang had no choice but to decide whether to keep him or not through another way.

"I hope you pass the test without any problems, Mr. Messerschmitt."

"I hope so, too."

This concludes the conversation. Messerschmitt stood up and said goodbye to Qin Lang, then turned around and left the office. After a while, the head of the security department, who had been waiting restlessly outside the room, rushed in.

"Boss, I think I can explain......" Poor Fisborne seemed eager to clarify that he had never actually used an astronomical telescope to peek into the women's locker room. Of course, his behavior is understandable, in such a conservative era as the late nineteenth century, such behavior was enough to make him lose his job and even send him to prison - but Qin Lang did not want to listen to his explanation at all. In his opinion, it didn't matter whether Fisborne had actually done such a thing or not.

Qin Lang stretched out his hand and motioned for Fisborne to stop. "Sit down, Mr. Fisborne, and I don't want to hear any women's dressing room nonsense right now." After the affectionate and nervous Chief of Security sat down, he then asked, "Where did you find him?" ”

"Him?" Fisburn apparently hasn't recovered yet, "Who? ”

Qin Lang tapped the table lightly with his fingers as an emphasis. "Friedrich-Karl Messerschmitt."

"Mr. Messerschmitt?" He remembered. Fisborne looked suddenly enlightened, then thought for a moment and said, "He came to me after seeing our job advertisement. ”

Job advertisement? That's a reasonable answer. Although Qin Lang is well aware that the last time the company advertised a job in the newspaper was two months ago, this does not prove anything. Messerschmitt could easily come up with a thousand ways to say when, where, and how he saw the job advertisement, and each of them could be proven.

There was nothing to investigate at all on this issue, so Qin Lang no longer pursued it, but shifted his energy to his test. He knocked on the table for a moment, then said to Fisborne, "Lawrence, I'm going to give you a mission. ”

"I'll get it done, boss." Fisborne solemnly assured.

"I hope so, Mr. Fisborne." Qin Lang smiled weirdly, but didn't say anything, but lowered his voice and ordered: "Gather all your subordinates, starting tonight, track and monitor Messerschmitt twenty-four hours a day, I want to know all his activities in San Diego." ”

"Yes, boss." The order surprised Fisborne, but he answered it immediately, and didn't ask the "why" in his head - though he wanted to, now was not the time.

Qin Lang didn't give any explanation, he quickly moved on to the more important topic. "Now, let's talk about Japanese spies. What activities do they have? ”

"Japanese spies are asking around for news about you, boss." Fisborne replied, "Everything: name, age, time in the United States, family background, social relationships, political leanings, attitude toward Japan...... Basically, as long as it's related to you, they're interested, but they haven't found anything of value yet. ”

There were some things that the Japanese would never find out, and no one could find out—but the thought that he was being secretly investigated made Qin Lang feel quite unpleasant. Although, on the surface, he showed nothing. "I guess they're not just interested in me."

"Yes, they did some surveys on every member of the company's board of directors, but most of the surveys are still focused on you, followed by Mr. Yi Shui." Fisborne shrugged, "But overall, their work has been unproductive. ”

For such a result, Qin Lang was not surprised at all. Although the identities of Rachel, O'Connor, Duncan, and Yi Shui are not as hidden in the fog as he is, there are by no means many people who know their origins, and most of them are not people who can be contacted by Japanese spies.

And those policemen who were bought by Qin Lang are also making trouble for the investigation. Although they did not know anything about the purpose of the Japanese, it was common sense to speculate that the officers thought that this was certainly not a good thing, so they took decisive action. This put Japanese spies in a difficult situation, and it became common for them to be "invited" to the police station for investigation, and if they were unlucky, they would be beaten severely and even sent to prison.

It's terrible.

"The Japanese consul has protested several times, but it doesn't make sense at all." Fisborne laughed and shook his head. Although his impression of his corrupt old colleagues remained as bad as ever, he was still happy with the actions they had taken against Japanese spies - at least they were patriots. So he made an exception and said good things for the police – and at the same time the truth. "In the United States, it's unfortunate to offend the police."

"I believe that." But this is not the news that Qin Lang wants to know, what he wants to know more is, "Who ordered these Japanese spies to investigate me and others?" ”

"There is no answer. The Japanese are very tight-mouthed, and the police don't have many interrogation methods to use, so they can't ask anything. Fisborne said regretfully.

"So, why doesn't the security department do it themselves?" Qin Lang frowned. Relying on the strength of the American police will not detect anything of value at all, and it will not bring any experience to the agents of the security service...... The safety department has to do it yourself.

Fisburn seemed intimidated by his request. "You mean, kidnapping a Japanese spy and then interrogating him ourselves? Boss, I think this means is illegal......"

"Mr. Fisborne, those men are Japanese spies, enemies of the United States of America! We cannot use normal means to fight them, and the normal legal process will only delay the timing. So we have to resort to more drastic and ferocious tactics, even if they may violate federal and state law, which is understandable. ”

"But ......"

"Nothing but, Mr. Fisborne. As a patriot, we can only sacrifice something to protect the security of the United States of America. ”

Qin Lang knew what means he could use to convince the head of his security department. Patriot, the word always works in a peculiar way for Fisborn, and this time is certainly no exception.

Fissburn quickly became determined. "I understand, boss, I'll arrange an operation as soon as possible." (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.) )