When Qin Lang walked into his office, Messerschmitt was already waiting for him inside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good morning, Mr. Messerschmitt." Qin Lang threw the documents in his hand on the desk, smiled, and greeted him warmly, just like meeting a friend he had known for many years. "How's it going?"

Messerschmitt shrugged his shoulders and responded in a light-hearted tone, "Okay." It's just that there are some nasty puppies following me every day. ”

The smile on Qin Lang's face became more obvious. "You seem to be in trouble."

"It's a bit of a hassle, but I always find them quickly and get rid of them." The former British spy took on a tone of ridicule and mockery, "amateur stalkers, clumsy, sluggish, unskilled, and inexperienced." ”

"Well, it's really too difficult to get some amateur agents to track down a professional." Qin Lang put away his smile and nodded solemnly—but soon laughed again, and asked seemingly casually: "By the way, Mr. Messerschmitt, how much did you catch on the beach yesterday, and how many did you catch?" After a pause, he added, "Seven, or eight?" ”

For just a moment, the sarcastic look on Messerschmitt's face had frozen. Yesterday he did go fishing at the beach, but he remembered very well that all the stalkers had been thrown off on the way, and while he was fishing, there was no figure nearby at all, and there were no boats on the sea - but the problem was that Qin Lang still knew what he had done and what he had achieved in the end.

How did he do it?

More precisely, how did his amateur spies do it?

Messerschmitt wanted to know the answer.

Qin Lang sat back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and looked at Messerschmitt, but said nothing. After a moment, he broke the silence. "Let's talk about testing you, Mr. Messerschmitt." Qin Lang picked up the document that had just been thrown on the table and handed it to Messerschmitt. "Look at this."

"Henry. Rickman? Messerschmitt frowned secretly after the first glance: Henry. Rickman is the chairman of the board of directors of Hommel Foods. Rickman's son, and Robert. Rickman is another partner of Qin Lang and Rachel - they make canned luncheon meat. Now, the test Qin Lang gave him turned out to be to investigate Henry. Rickman, investigate his financial situation......

It's a conspiracy. The situation is clear and there is no need to doubt it. But who exactly is it aimed at? Robert. Rickman or Henry. Rickman, or...... A former professional spy who was assigned to apply for a job.

It's very doubtful.

Messerschmitt blinked and looked up. "Are you serious, Mr. Qin?" He deliberately pouted and set the file aside. "As a test, I think it's a little bit simpler."

"If you think it's too easy and underestimate your abilities, I can also give you another test question." Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Mr. Messerschmitt, maybe you can bring back some documents for me from the Japanese consulate in San Francisco." ”

A real espionage mission! Messerschmitt, however, was not happy at all. If Qin Lang asked him to go to the German consulate to steal information, he could accept the mission without hesitation, but the Japanese consulate ...... There are two problems: first, it is difficult for a white spy to infiltrate the embassy and easily attract attention; Second, he had never been trained in Japanese, could neither understand nor understand, and even if he succeeded in entering the embassy, it would be meaningless.

Don't waste time thinking about it, Messerschmitt knows what to do. "I beg your pardon, sir, but I think the former task is clearly more feasible."

"So, you've decided to take it?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, I suggest you should get into action at once, Mr. Messerschmitt. I hope to see accurate results in two weeks. Qin Lang stood up, "Good luck." ”

"Thank you, I'll bring you results in a week, Mr. Qin." Then, Messerschmitt picked up the papers and turned to leave—but at the door of the office, Qin Lang suddenly stopped him. "Oh, Mr. Messerschmitt, there's one thing I forgot to tell you."

"Is it about astronomical telescopes? I think I already know what it can be used for. Messerschmitt nodded calmly, then pulled the door open and walked out.

"What a smart guy." Qin Lang sighed approvingly, then sat back in the chair and continued to rhythmically tap the armrests of the chair with his fingers. After a moment, he turned and turned his gaze to the world outside the window, to his territory.

On the other side of the city, a small hotel room is home to Lawrence. Fisborne and all his men. An hour ago, they were informed that the tracking and surveillance of Messerschmitt had ended, so they could now move on to their next mission.

"Gentlemen, our job is simple, kidnap a Japanese spy, interrogate him, find out who gave him the order to investigate the company's secrets." Fisborne pulled a few photos out of the pocket of his jacket and handed them to the others, "That's what we're aiming for." ”

The Japanese spy in the photo was a target he had carefully chosen. For the sake of this operation, while everyone else was tracking and spying on Messerschmitt, he kept an eye on the guy, keeping a detailed record of his movements, and looking for the timing and route of the action. Now, he thinks everything is ready.

The agents whispered as they looked at the photographs, and someone raised their hands. "Mr. Fisborne, what's this guy's name?"

"Unfortunately, this needs to be found out during the interrogation." Fisborne explained, "This guy used a pseudonym, a Chinese name. ”

"Can we call him 'Yellow Monkey'...... I'm sorry. "You don't even need to be reminded by others, and the fool who makes the advice knows that he has made a serious mistake." Yellow Monkey", although he was called a Japanese spy, if Qin Lang heard it, Area 51 or Devil's Island would be his new place of work - and provided that his luck was not terrible.

Fisborne glared at him sternly, and then said, "If necessary, you can call him 'Japanese Monkey'." ”

"So, where is this 'Japanese monkey' hiding?" Another agent asked.

"That's why I asked you to gather here." Fisborne stood up, walked to the window, pointed to a smaller, more modest inn across the street, and explained to the others, "Our target is to stay in the hotel opposite, room 206. According to my observations, this 'Japanese monkey' has a fairly regular activity, going out at 9 a.m. and coming back at 5 p.m. every day, always. ”

As a rule of thumb, a target with a regular movement is also the easiest target to deal with - as long as he can accurately grasp the pattern of his activity, and Fisborne has done this. So the agents got excited, and it seemed that the mission had been accomplished. "Boss, when are we going to act?"

But they rejoiced a little earlier. "Gentlemen," Fisborne reminded, "please don't forget the police and gangsters in San Diego, who will be our troubles. ”

The police and gangsters in San Diego discriminate against people of color, including Chinese, in the same way as those in other cities. But the situation here is a little different: Qin Lang has a good relationship with the police chief, and he has bought off some corrupt cops, and several Mexican and Spanish gangs have a good relationship with him, so although the Chinese are still discriminated against, if someone kidnaps a "Chinese" on the street, the police and gangsters will not turn a blind eye.

To add insult to injury, the possibility of being obstructed by the police and gangsters is heightened by the fact that agents of the security department are unable to notify the police and the yakuza in advance, to avoid them temporarily, or to identify themselves during their actions.

"So we have to keep a low profile when we act and try not to attract the attention of the police and gangsters." "This was a covert operation," Fisborne warned. ”

There was a commotion in the room. Covert Operations...... The silent kidnapping of a large living person is obviously too difficult for a group of agents who still seem to be amateurs. Everyone, you say a word to me, and the air is full of hissing sounds. Fisborne listened patiently for a moment, then continued: "I know it's not easy for us, but it's not impossible. ”

A dull hum filled the room again. An agent stood up. "Mr. Fisborne, since we can't get anybody's attention, that means we can't use weapons - how can we catch that 'Japanese monkey'?"

"There's an option, but I'm not so sure it works." Fisborne smiled, "Yesterday I went to the company's chemistry lab, and a guy there gave me a liquid that can make people unconscious, called Sanwhat...... Either way, it's worth a try. ”

Although he didn't explain clearly that he was getting chloroform—and of course no one understood it even if he did—the questioner nodded slowly and understandingly, and sat down. Fisborne looked at the others. "Is there anyone else to ask?"

Now there is only silence, full of anticipation.

"So, gentlemen, now I begin to assign tasks to everyone. Let's get closer. ”

The agents all came together obediently and began to listen carefully to Fisborne's arrangement.

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Some friends say that sending Americans to China as instructors is purely harmful to the country, but in reality, the political significance of military instructors is far greater than the military significance: one country sends military instructors to another country for the purpose of cultivating pro-national forces in that country's military, and one country invites another country to send military instructors for the purpose of showing that it is willing to side with it -- in short, this is a game of hugging the thighs. (This explanation is not money outside of the 3K words in the main text.) (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.) )