"Mr. Tuckers? Your friend's wallet has been found, because today is the reason we need to have a regular meeting on Monday, can you come to the police station to pick it up in person?", the sheriff was very enthusiastic when he called, he knew Mr. Tuckers, who had lived here for several years and did not have any "bad habits" other than inviting everyone to drink.

He never asks what is going on in certain forbidden areas, nor does he inquire about the whereabouts of some politicians, nor is he interested in financial and technological information, and his only hobby is to drink with everyone and laugh with the girls who sweat easily.

By the way, he also likes to plant flowers and plants, and sometimes he will go to some ordinary sports places to exercise, play polo and the like.

Therefore, he must have been deceived by this hateful spy with the friendship of his fellow countrymen, and Mr. Sheriff and many police officers in wealthy districts assured him that Mr. Tuckers could never be a spy, and coupled with Mr. Tuckers's reputation, the agents from the intelligence agencies agreed to the sheriff's request and transferred Mr. Tuckers away.

Mr. Tuckers was very pleased to hear this, and he said a word to Mr. Lapuan, who was temporarily staying at home, and drove to the police station to retrieve Mr. Lapuan's wallet. Mr. Lapuan said that he would go with him, but Tuckers refused to accept him, on the grounds that Mr. Lapuan had lost something on his "turf" and that he should go and get it back himself, which was a matter of his decency.

Tuckers had barely walked for a maximum of five minutes when there was a knock on the door, and Lapuan glanced through the hole in the door to see a young woman. This person is not Mr. Tuckers's wife, and Lapian has seen a picture of his wife, and in the spirit of the machismo idea that "all women are harmless", Lapian opens the door.

He was greeted not by the pretty face, but by a foot, a foot kicked in his chest.

He fell backwards in an instant, and at the moment he landed he had flipped over, and as he was on his knees to flee into the house, he heard the words of not moving, and lying on the ground with his hands raised.

Without using his brain, he knew that the person behind him must have raised the gun, and with the chaotic footsteps, he was sure that his speed was faster than a bullet, so he fell to the ground very cooperatively. His hands were quickly cut behind his back and handcuffed, and two men grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up from the floor, and he saw the beautiful woman outside the door, as well as a dozen police officers and several guys in black trench coats around him.

The sheriff, the same sheriff who appeared that night, walked up to him, carefully looked at his face, and then said to a man in black beside him with certainty, "It's him, it's him when I called the police that night!"

"Mr. Lapuan?", the man in black smiled and took out his ID, "I am a senior agent of the Federal National Security Intelligence Agency, and now we suspect that you are involved in a number of classified cases, and we hope that you can cooperate a little and suffer less." ”

Mr. Lapuan looked at the man in black, his brain spinning rapidly, he had figured out something. His behavior that night was indeed a little abnormal, not in line with a normal person's behavior, when his things were stolen as the owner actually took the initiative to say "forget it", which was enough to arouse the other party's vigilance. Even if it was him, he would feel that there was something wrong with this person, and if he couldn't have made such a mistake in normal times, he would have drunk too much that night.

He didn't blame Mr. Tuckers, others could persuade him to drink, but he could stand his ground and not drink. No one forced him to drink with a gun, and whether to drink or not was his own behavior. He remembered what Durin had said, that everyone should pay for their actions.

Soon he was hooded and after a bumpy journey, he found himself in an underground base, and because of the underground, Amp smelled the damp air mixed with the smell of dirt in the air. The air in winter will only be dry, not so humid, and where there can be such humid air, except underground, that is, by the sea. But there was no sound of waves around, and he initially judged that it was underground.

He glanced up at the ventilation pipe overhead, and was ushered into a room.

A man and a woman were already waiting for him in the house, and when he entered, he was pressed into a restraint chair and his limbs were immobilized, and the agent who sent him took off his clothes for him, leaving only a pair of underwear.

The cold, damp air gave him goosebumps on his skin, and his hairs stood on end.

"You should already know where you stand......," the man said first, "My name is Smith, a special agent of the Federal National Security Intelligence Agency, and this is my partner, Ms. Lola. Mr. Smith's face was resolute, angular, and looked particularly upright, and he spoke in a tone like a messenger of justice, which made Amp feel a little funny.

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I can ask why you think I'm a spy?" ”

Mr. Smith didn't mind talking to Amp for a while, and in many cases interrogation was not necessarily about forcing the torturer to say something that the torturer was interested in, and there were many more peaceful methods of interrogation, and chat was one of them.

"Some people think you're suspicious, and then based on the information you provided, we mobilized intelligence agents from the Empire to investigate your details, what did they find?"

What was found?

Surely nothing was discovered, but Anchor was technically half of the intelligence service, and he asked Anna what if he was noticed by the Federation and found out about him. Anna told him that he could safely let people check it, and the identity information they had prepared was not confidential, and the relevant personnel were all internal intelligence department personnel. When the other party reviews his information, he is likely to be cleared of the charge.

But now, it seems that the other party has found something, which makes Amp curiously ask Mr. Smith the answer he wants, "What did you find?"

Mr. Smith pursed his lips, a look of pain and sadness on his face, "Two of our good comrades-in-arms and good companions lost their traces while tracking down your personal information, and it is initially expected that they may be killed, which is why we have invited you here." I believe that it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary family to take out two well-trained and very professionally trained intelligence officers. That means there's something wrong with your identity, understand?"

Amp's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the Empire, but he soon realized that this was impossible, his current identity was Lapuan, not Amp, and there were no despicable and shameless people like Durin who wanted to plot against him. Anna also relied on him, and it was impossible for him to betray him, so what was the problem?

This question may be left for a long time to be answered, and there is no way to do it at this time.

Dolin got the news as soon as Lapuan was taken as a spy, and to be honest, he already had a premonition about it, and when Elliers said that they had killed two Federation intelligence agents, Doryn had already guessed that Mr. Lapuan was in big trouble.

As for the next, it's a matter as simple as who rescues him and who is the enemy.

Otis City is finally starting to see foot traffic drop, the cold weather is a reason, and it's not possible for everyone to come here every day to have fun, and they need to go back to their hard work for the next chance to have fun.

This traffic only refers to those outdoor entertainment facilities and venues, and does not include casinos. The casinos are still overcrowded, and there is now only one place in the entire empire where you can gamble openly, and there are the highest unlimited tables in the casinos, which greatly stimulates many gamblers and wealthy people to visit here. They leave or take away a lot of money, and at the same time they become the best propaganda tool.

The collapse of the George family has led to a split in the newspaper industry, especially after Arthur's arrest on second-degree murder charges, as if the entire George family was doomed. The newspaper industry seems to have ushered in spring, and they have all understood one thing, that is, there is money to be made by reporting news for others. It's not that you can make money in the form of advertising, it's purely the kind that can make money by posting a piece of news with a stance and attitude.

It was on such an ordinary but uneventful day that Narsha came to the city of Otis.

She came with Mr. John's last wishes, yes, last wishes. The legend who spent his entire life in the newspaper industry, founded three feature agency syndicates, and monopolized the entire industry's press releases, eventually died in a hospital bed due to organ failure. Sending off two relatives in a row in a month made Nasha look very haggard. Wearing sunglasses and a furry coat, she shows up in Doolin's office.

"I want to buy Empire Star Media, I know it's hard to do, but I really want it. Nasha is more mature than before, not aggressive or playful and scolding, looking like a very intellectual woman, "I apologize to you for the unhappiness between us in the past, and I hope you don't put some of your past emotions into this matter." ”

After listening to this, Durin lowered her head and looked at the pen in her hand, Nasha's heart tightened, she knew that Durin was very fond of that company, and at the same time, the sales of the Imperial Star were also rising steadily, last month's sales hit 49,000 tapes, while Gaokai's family tape company had a decline in sales, only selling 37,000 tapes.

But it doesn't matter, if she can take the Imperial Star Company, it means that she will personally control 70% of the share of the Imperial Tape field, which is enough for her to form a new monopoly industry group according to everything that Mr. John Sr. taught her.

Under the table, she clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands and looked at Durin with a blank expression.

Durin hesitated for a long time, as if it had been a century, before he nodded unexpectedly, "Yes, but the price is ......."

"We can discuss this!", Nasha refused to miss the opportunity and immediately answered.