Imperial capital.

The outside of the small red brick building was already crawling with creepers, and a few mischievous leaves had come in through the wooden window, swaying gently in the breeze.

On some of the old desks with frayed patent leather, green plastic diaries were opened, and the words "tidal waves" and "French Foreign Legion" were written on a new page of the diary with the tip of the pen with the word "hero".

After writing these two lines, the tip of the pen hesitated, and then slowly wrote the word "boat" next to the word "group", and then the pen was put aside, and the rough hand that had just held the pen picked up the canned bottle next to it, and the steaming strong tea in the bottle was brought to his mouth......

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Lao Wang took a sip of strong tea, put down the canned food bottle, and looked at the confidential secretary who came in with the file folder with a kind face.

The girl with a ponytail is dressed in professional clothes, but she has a different kind of youthful atmosphere.

"Leader, the materials you want." The pony-tailed girl put a thick stack of materials on Lao Wang's table.

"Hmm." Lao Wang nodded, didn't rush to go through the folders on the table, just asked with a smile: "I heard that you went on a blind date?" What do you think? Are you sure you will get married? ”

"Uncle Wang!! It's working time!! The pony-tailed girl's cheeks were flushed.

"Oh hehe, it seems that there is a drama, so it is a serious matter to give you half a day off today and marry yourself out quickly." Lao Wang said with a smile.

“…… Yes, I'll leave right away. The ponytail girl was stunned, then nodded her head and went out after saluting.

"Young people nowadays are really smart...... A little bit is thorough. Lao Wang smiled and sent away the youthful and beautiful back, and when his wrist touched the folder, his expression became serious.

Sticking to the front of the file is a label that reads: "Confidential-493803. ”

You don't need to look at Lao Wang to know what the content of this file is, but out of rigor, he still opened the file and carefully "recalled" it from beginning to end.

That's right, it's memories.

At that time, he was still called Xiao Wang. He still remembers that he wrote the number of this file by hand: 493803, which means 98, number 43, third grade.

After reading this information silently, Lao Wang picked up his pen and wrote three letters after the word "boat": CIA.

Then after a pause, he wrote down another place name: Malaysia.

“…… It's getting more and more complicated......" Lao Wang sighed, took off a bunch of keys from his waist, unscrewed the drawer, picked up the black confidential phone inside, and pressed it a few times.

“……”

"Well, it's confirmed, keep watching."

"Doodoo ......"

"Click."

Lao Wang hung up the phone, slowly relocked the drawer, grabbed the ordinary phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Hey...... Old Leader...... Yes, it's me, your old memory is still so good. ”

"Me? I'm fine...... Well, something...... It's about my child's education, and I want to talk to you about it......"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go over now."

Hung up the phone politely, Lao Wang picked up the photo frame on the table, looked at the youthful Xiao Wang and the youthful little girl inside, and the corners of his mouth tightened slightly.

"If we ...... It's time for the kids to go to school...... Wei Wei ......" Lao Wang was silent for a while, put the picture frame back on the table, put on his hat and pushed the door out.

……

Underground garage.

"The old clam said that I have no children and no daughters, and I must not die well...... But half of it was fulfilled...... I'm waiting for the fulfillment of the other half. ”

"Bang......" Lao Wang threw the car door and gritted his teeth and said, "Old clam...... Wait for me, maybe I'm going to look for you down there this time. ”

"Buzz ————"

"Doodoo ......"

With a loud engine sound, the army-green old-fashioned jeep swooped out.

……

“…… 7 dead and 13 wounded, follow-up rescue work is underway......"

On TV, the sweet voice of the hostess of the News Hour kept ringing.

An old man with goosebumps sat on a wooden chair with reading glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose, struggling to read the handwriting on the newspaper. After hearing the female voice in the news, he put down the newspaper, took off his glasses and read it intently.

Behind the old man, a cacophony of voices came from far and near.

“…… But there is a day when I don't see you coming, and my old man was still talking about you two days ago...... You'll have to ...... this time," the old lady's kind voice came intermittently.

"Old man, go away, who's coming to see you." The old lady said as she dragged Lao Wang in.

"Well, if you don't have anything to do, you will come to see me as if he was going to see me? Hmph, he's here to walk through the back door! The old man scolded with a smile.

"Yes, I'm going to trouble the old leader again, Auntie is bothered!" Lao Wang took off his hat and nodded at the old man, and smiled at the old lady again.

"Let's talk, I'll get you some side dishes, don't leave tonight, and talk to the old man." The old lady was stunned for a moment, then withdrew with a smile on her face, and closed the door with her before leaving.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I even moved out of school for my children...... That's not a small problem, right? The old man watched as the door closed, and the smile on his face faded and became serious.

"You already know about the Sahara, right?" Lao Wang asked.

"Hmm." The old man straightened up.

"The person who received it was the French Foreign Legion, which had boarded the ship 'Royal Coast' on the high seas after embarking in Tunisia, and had just crossed the Suez Canal and was supposed to be destined for ...... Malaysia. ”

Lao Wang said softly.

“…… Is the message reliable? ”

"Except for Malaysia, which is my judgment, the others are very reliable." Lao Wang said calmly.

“…… How do you know...... Is there someone from the CIA involved?? The old man frowned imperceptibly.

"Yes, you also know their urine - soft persimmons won't change when you get used to pinching them." After Lao Wang finished speaking, he suddenly bowed his head and pleaded: "This time...... Please send me. ”

“…… Xiaowei's business...... You haven't come out yet......" the old man sighed.

"Please send me, I will definitely not cause trouble to the country!" Lao Wang suddenly bowed ninety degrees.

“…… Can I say no? The old man stood up with difficulty and patted Lao Wang's shoulder gently: "Go, let it go." The country is your back. ”

"This!?" Lao Wang was taken aback.

"It's not the same time it was!" The old man smiled awkwardly, pointed to the TV and said, "We have to endure them, but the CIA ...... If you want us to knock out the teeth and swallow blood, it's not enough! ”

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