Hearing that Monroe was not with him, Junthorn pounced in his heart, as if he had dropped something, and always felt that something was missing, he glanced at Monroe who was sitting next to Lao Zhou, only to see that she was also looking at herself, and as soon as the eyes of the two people touched, she naturally lowered her head.

It turns out that she also has me in her heart, and the military thorn suddenly felt a hot tide all over her body, thinking beautifully.

"And do we still live together?" Nighthawk asked.

"Of course we live together, it's just that our identities are different, and you live next door to me, so what's so convenient to arrange deployment, isn't it? There is not much time left for us, if, according to Carson's words, we have at most twelve days to stop that madman, otherwise, the country may suffer great losses, which we will not allow to happen in any way, and if it happens, we are sinners, sorry for the party, sorry for the country, and even more sorry for the people who gave birth to us and raised us. ”

Everyone was silent, yes, in fact, the country doesn't care about their business, after all, such a big thing is not something we can manage.

But his relatives still live there, and who knows where the madman would throw the bomb if he went crazy. If your own ancestral grave doesn't accumulate virtue and you have a little bit on your back, and you just throw it to your own home, then you can't drive us crazy.

Seeing that everyone nodded in agreement, Lao Zhou continued with satisfaction, "So this time we can only succeed and not fail, no matter how much it costs, even if we all lose our lives, we must complete this task." ”

"Yes," the group let out a low, but confident roar.

"Okay, let's sit back, and when we are seen by others, we still think that we are terrorists in a meeting, and it will not be good if our identities are exposed."

Nighthawk stood up and beckoned the team members to sit back, and Lao Zhou also motioned for his bodyguards to sit back.

When the stewardess came in with the dining cart, the whole first-class cabin was the same as when he left, and the beautiful lady asked her for a glass of juice.

The plane landed at D-Jing International Airport. After getting off the plane, the group distanced themselves and walked directly to the security check.

After passing the security check, Lao Zhou quietly told Nighthawk, "Meet at the Hilton Hotel, go to the front desk to report the name on your passport, the room is ready." ”

Lao Zhou left first, Nighthawk They had to wait for a while, according to Lao Zhou's meaning, the two groups of people had to stagger the time to go to the hotel, so as not to attract the attention of others.

This time Mengfei was with them, Lao Zhou said that it was to train him, everyone knows that this is Lao Zhou's disguised cultivation of him, which is different with a back door.

In fact, looking at Mengfei as an honest person, he also has a virtue with the military thorn in his bones, and these living treasures are together, Nighthawk feels a headache.

No, as soon as Lao Zhou left, Mengfei naturally jumped to the side of the military thorn, followed the three monkeys, and looked at the Fusang beauties passing by without blinking, because Mengfei was by his side, the military thorn was still a little more restrained. But the monkey and Mengfei were like bears, and they escaped from the two wolves that had just popped out of the mountains, and saliva swirled in their mouths.

Nighthawk covered his head, painfully not wanting to look at their virtues, it was really like things gathered, people were divided into groups.

When he turned his head and saw the black bear on the side, he also looked helpless. Seeing Nighthawk's gaze, the black bear shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young man," smiling away.

Looking at the time, Lao Zhou has been gone for almost an hour.

Nighthawk really can't stand it, these living treasures are embarrassing here.

Greeting the three people who couldn't get enough of it, along with the three black bears, they stretched out their hands and hailed two taxis and drove to the hotel they had booked.

The Hilton truly lives up to its name, and it is indeed a world-class hotel, with the ultimate in modern luxury and traditional nobility.

The hotel is located in the center of D-Beijing, the transportation is very convenient, the whole hall is based on gold, which makes people have a noble and gorgeous feeling.

Although it is golden, but inlaid with many decorations, it does not make people have earthy and vulgar opinions, but more of a dreamy illusion, as if they are in a majestic palace, it seems that the designer has spent a lot of thought.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the courteous doorman ran over and bowed deeply to them, and the frightened black bear jumped up bloodily.

The doorman was carrying their luggage for them, and he was dragging the luggage cart again, and he led them to the front desk with a smile on his face.

Mengfei took ten dollars from his body and handed it to the doorman, and with a sound of thanks, they turned and went to the front desk.

Lao Zhou was right, after Nighthawk showed his passport, the front desk lady quickly checked the registration, quickly checked in for them with a smile on her face, and wished them a happy stay in the hotel.

The waiter in the hall guided them to the elevator, and after Mengfei gave a lot of tips, he signaled that there was no need for service, and they would come by themselves.

On the elevator, the military thorn asked with a meat-cutting expression, "I said Mengfei, you gave twenty dollars at once just now, and the tip is too much, it's enough for several of us to have a meal in China." ”

Looking at the distressed look of the military thorn, Mengfei smiled and said, "This is an international practice, people are paid services, he serves us, we have to respect his labor, paying remuneration is the best way to express, if you don't give it, people can ask you for it, these are all necessary money, don't forget our identity, travel, not bad money." ”

Jun Thorn still shook his head bitterly, and kept talking about the evil capitalism, playing like this, and if he retired in the future, he would come to Fuso, so he would be a waiter and collect tips, and he would earn more than he did in China.

Yaksha immediately said disdainfully, "Just like your bear, when you are old, come to pick up garbage, it is estimated that people don't want it, first of all, you will be convicted of betraying the country and asking for money, and besides, when you are old, you still go to other people's countries to rob other people's relatives of the year, you are really unproductive, and the state will pay you less wages." ”

The military assassin sneered, "Just kidding, just kidding, I'm just dying poor in my hometown, and I can't come to make the dirty money of the little devil's capitalism." ”

At this moment, everyone looked at him with disdain, and their eyes were full of disbelief. The military thorn was not verbose, and directly hummed a little song to divert the topic.

They live on the 13th floor, which foreigners think is not very auspicious, because no one wants to live, so it is quieter, and the people who choose this floor, the person who booked the room still has a deep meaning.

Their rooms are in the innermost two rooms on the left turn of the elevator, both against the windows. Nighthawk and black bear, Nakshatra live in one room, and the rest live in another. When I entered the room, I had just put down my luggage when the phone rang.

"Arrived, I'll wait for you downstairs and take you to meet someone." Lao Zhou said a few words briefly and hung up the phone.

Nighthawk put down the phone, turned around and said a few words to the black bear, telling them not to run around, to stay where they were, to grab their coat and go out.

When I went downstairs, I immediately saw the sofa in the hall, and one of Lao Zhou's bodyguards was staring at him without blinking. Nighthawk greeted him and was about to say hello, but the blind guy seemed to have eaten gunpowder, turned around directly, and walked straight towards the gate.

Nighthawk smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was hypocritical, forgetting that this was a special mission, and what kind of greeting and pretending to be polite. Put away your mind and walk out the door with the guy in front of you.

Went out and walked across the road, where a dark Chevrolet SUV was waiting, and the bodyguard opened the door and motioned for Nighthawk to enter.

Nighthawk stepped into the car and sat next to Lao Zhou in the back row, and when the bodyguard got into the car, the car suddenly accelerated and slammed forward.

The person driving the car didn't know him, obviously it was the relationship between the organization here, and Nighthawk found that Lao Zhou only brought two bodyguards, needless to say, the other two must have stayed in the room, or they were going to do something else.

"Where to go?" Nighthawk asked.

"Go see our liaison, our agent here, and he'll arrange for us to be in Fuso."

Nighthawk shut his mouth, the person who can be in charge of this qiē must not be simple, at least like a hunter in T country, what kind of military attache is it.

The car drove out of the city, turned in front of a warehouse in the suburbs, the lifting door of the warehouse automatically rose, and slowly lowered after the car came in, and the two people got out of the car, led by the driver, and walked to the wooden door on the left.

Entering the door, it was a staircase leading upstairs, the driver made a gesture of invitation expressionlessly, Lao Zhou and Nighthawk walked up, and the two bodyguards brought consciously guarded under the stairs, it seems that they are used to doing these things, Nighthawk looked at them and thought, don't let anyone tell them, when will you get some of this style, well, go back to train the training army to stab these boys, hehe, thinking in his heart, the two have climbed to the second floor.

"Hello", a melodious voice as gentle as a oriole sounded, and from the window came a working woman in a pale yellow coat, who was holding out her hand to shake their hands. "I'm your liaison officer this time, codenamed Magpie."

Lao Zhou shook hands with her warmly and hurriedly introduced the identities of the two of them.

It turned out that Magpie was an interpreter at the embassy in Fuso, but her real identity was that of an agent in charge of intelligence throughout Fuso. Lao Zhou briefly talked about the problems they were facing, and the magpie nodded, saying that she knew everything about it, and she could just say anything she needed to help.

"We have limited time, and since Kimura is dead, we don't have enough insiders to follow up on Matsumoto's specific situation, so it's difficult for us to carry out our work." Lao Zhou talked about his difficulties.

"That's not true, I have a person, you can ask him, maybe he can help you." The magpie said that Nighthawk and Lao Zhou's eyes lit up at the same time, and asked nervously and excitedly, "Who is it and where is it?" ”

Magpie smiled mysteriously, and then said, "This is also what I only learned when I contacted Kimura, this person's name is Shimada, and he was also Matsumoto's subordinate before, and during a mission, Shimada was crippled in order to protect Matsumoto's leg.

So Matsumoto relieved him of his position in the Black Dragon Society, and told him to go back to meditate and recuperate, and there was no need to continue working in the organization.

But this Shimada is just a restless person, he thinks that he has made great achievements, but he has not received any rich rewards, and he feels very unworthy, so he has always held a grudge. ”

"Actually, according to Kimura and me, Matsumoto is still very good to this Shimada who saved him, gives him a house and gives him a large pension, and gives him living expenses regularly every month, but this Shimada is a dog that can't be fed, and always complains about why he was so stupid in the first place, and he wasted his leg without anything, so he has always wanted to find an opportunity to take revenge on Matsumoto.

Kimura originally wanted to use this person, but now that he is dead, the previous plan has been scrapped. But I think that since his hatred is so great, we can go to him, and maybe there will be some breakthrough. ”

Lao Zhou hesitated for a moment, and asked with an obviously skeptical expression, "Is this Fusang man reliable, although they have hatred, but when it comes to the political issues of the two countries, maybe he will sell us and exchange it for a credit in Matsumoto." ”

The magpie thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Probably not, according to Kimura, Matsumoto is a very pragmatic person, even if Shimada, a waste man, has made great contributions, he will give him money at most, for Shimada's ambition, it will never be satisfied, this Shimada knows very well, so he can still be trusted." ”

After a pause, the magpie thought of something again, and continued, "There is also something more important that can help us this time. 'Oh? What is it?" the two of them widened their eyes, expectantly listening to something that would change Shimada's mind.