"What, you still have a companion?"

The next interrogation made Luo Xu's right hand holding the cup shook, and he hurriedly asked a few words, confirming that the field agents on this mission were not two, but three! So, where is the third person? Why didn't you show up with these two?

The prisoner was blunt in his composure, and honestly replied that after entering the snack street, the third person did not act with the two, but acted alone, and he did not know the whereabouts of the agent.

Things get troublesome here, not only does a mysterious person appear, but there is also an agent who ignores the past! The question is, did the third agent see his face in the same way as the two agents? Where the hell was the third agent?

The only thing that is certain is that after defeating the two of them, Luo Xu hid at the mouth of the alley and did not find any suspicious characters, so the third agent should not have followed them like these two agents. Perhaps, he was not there and did not see his own face? But it's also possible that the third agent was also on the scene at the time, and was just relieved to let his two companions chase him, while he went after the mysterious person?

There are both possibilities, if it is the first one, Luo Xu doesn't have to worry much, anyway, the two people who tracked down were killed and captured one by one, and they will never be able to open their mouths, so the matter will naturally have to be resolved. But if it is the second type, when the superior organization cannot contact the two agents, it will definitely search himself through the third agent who saw his face, then with the clues of the foreigner's face, the NSA will easily be able to find out his current identity, and when his identity is exposed, he will face endless trouble.

At the thought of the second possibility, Luo Xu's lips tightened, he wanted to carry out his plan in a low-key manner, not to attract the attention of the Americans. As soon as the Americans notice themselves, then his plans will undoubtedly face an aborted situation. Everything is based on the plan, and the plan he made can't afford to withstand such twists and turns, no matter what the probability of the second scenario is, he will not allow it to happen!

So how to solve it? Find the third agent now!

The subsequent facts hit Luo Xu's method again, and the prisoner replied that the third agent had higher authority than himself, and only he could contact him, but he could not contact him.

So where is the address of his parent organization? The inquiry still failed, and the strict surnames of the NSA intelligence organization personnel were beyond Luo Xu's imagination, and the prisoner, a field agent with the identity of a local, not only did not know who his companion was, but he could not even know who the main responsible superior was and what his contact information was. The only thing that can be done is to wait for a long time for the superior to take the initiative to contact and assign tasks.

Luo Xu was secretly frightened when he heard this, the NSA is worthy of being the National Security Agency, and the intelligence organization structure implemented by him ensures the security and confidentiality of the organization from all aspects, if it weren't for the evidence in his hands, even if the true identity of the prisoner was interrogated, he would definitely be confused about the causes and consequences of this incident. Reality is not a movie, and reality is often more brutal!

Luo Xu sighed, thought about it for a while, but came up with a solution. Looking down at the time, it has only been more than an hour, and if it is sooner, it should be in time, and I am determined to start acting immediately and not delay the time.

Half an hour later, on the outskirts of Patna's slums, a drowsy guy was pushed out of the car, rolled a few laps on the dirty ground, and the car drove away. The impact seemed to wake up the hapless fellow, who opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the darkness of the night around him, and his mind was blurred, and it took a long time to remember his current name, Swami.

"I—Where am I?"

Slowly getting up, there was a faint labor pain in his thigh, and Swami stroked the bandage on his thigh with his hand, revealing a puzzled expression, he was injured? When was the injury? Why are you here?

There are a lot of questions, but the memories in my mind seem to have been sealed for a long time, and trying to recall them in exchange for only a headache like pinprick is a pinprick.

There are lights ahead!

Swami shook his head in pain, limped to the front, and in just a few minutes, the pain in his head gradually weakened, and his strength slowly recovered, and he also came to the light in front of him, it turned out that several poor people were roasting the fire.

Four palumers, dressed in blue or red shirts with muddy tops that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, and tattered jeans underneath, crouched on the dry ground next to the fire and watched in amazement at the approaching Swami. Swami gasped for breath and looked around, the greenhouses were ventilated on all sides, garbage of all colors, muddy mud, it turned out that he was in a slum.

The four paupers sitting on the ground looked at each other a few times, nodded silently, one took out the burning stick in the fire, the other took out a switchblade from under his buttocks, and the other two took nothing, stood up and blocked the back of Swami in separate directions.

The aura of danger spread, Swami didn't do much surprise, he grew up in the slums, he didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of robbery of strangers, walking into the slum alone at night, it represented the threat of death, because the slum was too chaotic, I don't know how many people would die every year because of various things, and the dead would be buried as soon as they were buried, which was convenient and fast, and no one would care.

The young man with the switchblade didn't say anything, seeing that Swami's back road was blocked, he stepped forward with a knife, and the direction was straight to the neck, and he actually planned to kill people directly. At the same time, another young man with a fire stick, skillfully swinging a wooden stick, attacked Swami's back, making him unable to distract him. The tacit understanding between the two of them and the skillful means of the two of them obviously are not the first time to do this kind of thing, but even if Swami is not in a good state now, it is not something that these young people can handle.

The strong wind blew on his face, Swami's Adam's apple rolled, he spit out in an instant, his body slanted forward, and he dodged the attack of the wooden stick behind him at the slightest deviation, and at the same moment, his right hand became a claw, and his shot was as fast as the wind, and he clamped the throat of the young man with the knife with a "boom".

The pain of clamping the throat like this made the young man with the knife tremble, and the knife involuntarily let go and fell, Swami did not stop, his right foot hooked the opponent's left foot, and the young man's body was planted, and he directly came to a dog eating, and it is estimated that his teeth were broken a lot.

"Ahh

The three people behind were taken aback, watching the knife-wielding young man be knocked down in an instant, and angry expressions appeared on everyone's faces, regardless of rushing forward, ready to kill Swami.

Swami's face was still calm, not retreating but advancing, suddenly the shoulder joint muscles were activated, punching like fire, close to the close, a punch like a whip on the face of the young man holding the fire stick, a "snap" kicked over another youth, and then turned back and forth with another kick, kicked on the last person's belly, the painful person's face turned blue.

In less than a round, all four fell to the ground, unable to resist, but Swami also pulled the injury to his thigh, and blood seeped through the bandage.

Relieved, Swami stood there gasping for a moment, touching his pocket, and a straight-screen phone appeared in his hand. Unlocked and opened, the screen that lit up seemed to awaken a lot of memories for him, he hesitated for a while, and suddenly came to the side of a young man who was knocked down, stepped on his chest and asked, "Where is this?" ”

"Huh?" The young man was drenched in cold sweat, one was in pain, the other was frightened, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly reacted and replied: "This is the slum of Patnasi. ”

West Side?

Swami's eyes were full of confusion, and there was no such fragment in his memory that showed him to be here!

"Ah......h

A sharp pain suddenly came, and Swami grabbed his hair with a hideous expression, which frightened the young man on the ground and hurriedly retreated.

"The tuna is dead......

After a few words in his mouth, Swami's face turned pale, and fragments of memories kept flashing in his mind, at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly, the picture froze, and the last memory picture was shattered by a gunshot.

The memories ended, and all the memories finally came back to his mind, and Swami looked at the bandages on his thighs without saying a word, and when he looked up again, the four young men on the ground had already fled, leaving only the fire still burning.

Without hesitation, without stopping, Swami took a step in the right direction, and the whole person regained silence and calm, although the speed of the body was fast, but it was in a state of coordination, avoiding the wound on the thigh from continuing to worsen. Half an hour later, he had walked out of the slum and came to the normal area, and now the time is 21:15, which shows that he has an hour without memory, so what happened in this more than an hour?

Nothing is known!

Just now he found a guy who didn't open his eyes, beat him and deprived him of his clothes, and cleaned up a lot after changing into the dirty clothes on his body. He began to walk around the streets, deliberately looking for crowded places, speeding up for a while, stopping and observing for a whole hour, until he finally made sure that no one was following him, which made him a little puzzled.

In silence, Swami did not let his guard down, and continued to walk and observe for more than half an hour, and after making sure that no one was following him, he returned to a dilapidated building, came to the third floor and opened his door.

It is a house of only fifty or sixty square meters, except for a utility room and a toilet, there is only a small living room and a room. Closing the door, Swami went to the utility room and took out a black box, opened it with some first-aid medicine and bandages, and he took off his clothes and pants, leaving only a pair of boxers to wear.

Removing the red-stained bandage on his thigh, Swami found that the gunshot wound had been treated and that he only needed to replace the bandage. He paused, suddenly picked up the surgical forceps and ripped open the wound, took a torch in his mouth and carefully observed the inside, even though the blood flowed unmoved, until he found that there was no foreign body, he re-bandaged the wound and sutured it.

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