In the evening of the same day, Gal sent a transcript of the transcript by Mura. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to win the trust of Mula, Duchamp took the initiative to hand over his means of surveillance, and there were only two objects of surveillance, one was the agent's mansion, with a small spider holding the third floor, and the other was the speaker's mansion, with a large white bird napping in the tree in the courtyard. Listening to this kind of thing is really boring, Duchamp himself is really tired of doing this, and no one else in the green forest can do this, only Mula, who has been trained in counter-espionage, can do it.

There was no picture in the headphones, and Duchamp hid his spider monitor. The occasional voice was also a trivia of the Speaker, which only confirmed one thing: the Speaker's mansion was indeed preparing a rich feast, and that many councillors had been invited. In order to organize the banquet, the speaker did not go to the office again, and kept meeting his cronies in the mansion, saying some unnutritious words, and everyone was complimenting him for his wise decision, and curiously inquired about the theme of the banquet, but the speaker kept insisting that it was just an ordinary social banquet, and did not set any theme.

These contents were extremely ordinary, and Lu only glanced at them and threw them to Kulo, who was deeply interested in them. Culo took the piece of paper, looked at it repeatedly for a long time, frowned and said to the road: "It is impossible for Delgado to hold such a boring banquet at such a time, he must have other purposes." If we want to do something as big as the second half of the banquet, we must first understand this, otherwise, we are likely to fall into passivity. ”

Lu frowned and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with any inspiration. This was also expected by Kulo, Duchamp was not there, and the big man had lost his brain. And after all, they are outsiders, and they have a serious lack of understanding of Julai's political arena, so it is natural that they can't think of it.

Remembering the mine annexation bill that had been rumored lately, Cullow believed that it must have been a showdown party, either between the Governor and the Legislators, or between the Governors and the Governor. As for what kind of outcome, it depends on which direction the wind blows for Speaker Delgado. So, Delgado, the old fox, will he have the courage to make a showdown with the Doge? If he had approved of the Governor in this matter, he would have lost the hearts of the Parliamentarians. And if he agrees with the MPs, does he have the audacity to offend the Governor?

Kuro couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized that this was an opportunity.

Whatever Delgado thought in his heart and what he planned, he could add another fire to the affair, thus igniting the suspicion of the governor and the rupture of the relationship between the two. Thinking of this, he excitedly covered his head with the quilt and thought of the details wholeheartedly.

"The town in front is called Luoshui Town, which is the station of the 19th Division." In the car, Ah Jin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to a town on the side of the road to show Duchamp.

Duchamp glanced to the right by the way, thanks to the blessing of the garrison, this town is decent.

"This car is really good, we should also learn to drive a leading car, and get one to drive in the future." Ah Jin watched enviously as Duchamp skillfully maneuvered the guided car.

"I'll leave this car to you, if Julai's grain business starts, it's convenient to have a car running back and forth, but everyone has to learn how to drive." Duchamp said generously.

"Really! I can learn it in a day when I have a car. Ah Jin patted his chest and said.

There is an eighty-kilometer road from Julai to Xiongying Pass.

The Eagle Pass, which serves as the boundary between Julay and Gatapunia, is located on the outskirts of the Achige Mountains and was built by the Julay people hundreds of years ago. On the other side, the Gatapunians did not build a border, for them, the steep and deep Achig Mountains were enough to stop any enemy, and in history, almost no one had waged an active war against the barren land of Gatapunia, and the weapons in the hands of the army and people of Gatapunia were mainly used to deal with the beast tide that broke out every few years.

Right now, the eagle gate is closed, and all those who want to go to Gatapunia have to queue up to enter through a small door next to it, hand in their identification, and fill out an application form. Duchamp wanted to complain, since everyone is now in the same country, why do you need such a thing as an entry and exit application form.

Ah Jin's identity was that he was from Julai, and he didn't bring weapons or anything like that, so his review was quickly passed. When it was Duchamp's turn, Duchamp did not fill out the form, explaining: "I have come to see him off, and I will return to Julay tomorrow morning." ”

The soldiers who checked loudly told all those who passed through the border the rules of leaving the country, and there were strict rules on the items they carried, especially daily necessities, and there were even regulations that each person carried more than one person could eat food in three days, even if it was smuggling.

Everyone dared not speak out, and the vast majority of the people here went to Gatapunia to visit relatives or sell herbs and furs, and many carried more dry food than the prescribed amount and had to throw it away. Disturbed by it, there are not many passengers who stay overnight at the gate. In order to take care of the travelers, in addition to accommodation, Guanshang also served three meals, but the taste was really not flattering, and after eating a little, the two felt that they had no appetite and called it a hasty day.

Back in the barracks-style room, Duchamp and the people who lived next to him chatted casually, and the people who lived in the same room were some hawkers, and what they heard from them was all some complaining complaints, roughly that not only were strict searches to be carried out when leaving the customs, but even when entering the customs, taxes had to be paid according to the number of herbs and skins carried, and if there were more goods, there might be trouble with being seized.

At night, Duchamp used the excuse of going to the toilet, slipped out to investigate, the defense of the gate was very tight, in addition to the sentry squad on duty, there were officers on duty at night, and there was a whole squadron of soldiers on duty at the entire checkpoint, that is, 50 soldiers with loaded guns.

The next day, when it was light, the travelers who were staying at the gate got up and prepared to cross the border. As expected, when it came time to pass through the customs, everyone checked more carefully, and Akin's simple luggage was asked to take it out one by one for display, and then take it back after making sure it was correct.

After passing the customs, Ah Jin found a corner around the parking lot and squatted down to smoke, and there were many people waiting to pass the customs clearance. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duchamp released the owl, and the owl made a bend, crossed the checkpoint, and threw a cylinder in front of Ah Jin, who picked it up and put it in his pocket.

After a while, he saw that the people who had passed the border were almost there, threw away the cigarette butt, and got on the bus. There is still a distance of 1,600 sails from here to Flo Ridge, which is nearly 160 kilometers of mountain road, and at the speed of the bus, you have to walk for seven or eight hours.

After the bus departed, Duchamp walked to the parking lot, starting his engine and contemplating his steps in Julai. It might be a good idea to visit the legislators while it's still early.

Just as he drove the car out of Eagle Pass and headed in the direction of Zhulai City, a green car drove from the opposite side, and in this kind of place, there were very few guide cars, so Duchamp and the driver on the opposite side couldn't help but glance at each other when they were in the wrong car, and both sides were a little stunned. Duchamp's eyes, hidden under his sunglasses, were even more nervous.

The agent immediately recognized the conspicuous trax, as well as the license plate number of the Imperial Capital. And Duchamp also recognized at a glance that the driver opposite was the yellow-haired mysterious agent, and right now, he was actually wearing a military uniform.

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