"What are you doing now?" Bell put his hand back and said with a pretended lightheartedness.

Fisher took a drag on his cigarette and spat out the circles under his eyes, "Go see Renault, old man, look twice." ”

The three nodded in unison.

Outside the Renault iron house, the security guard who was familiar with Fisher was still on duty today, and Fisher naturally handed him a cigarette and ID card, and this time he took out the lighter and lit it.

Fisher glanced at him in surprise without a trace, turned his head and entered the password on the control panel, the door opened, Fisher nodded at the security guard, and led the three of them in.

He waited for the iron door to close before he walked to the familiar medical cabin and sat down, and the other three tacitly surrounded him in the middle, blocking the surveillance camera on the wall behind him.

Fisher reached out and pressed the "Wake Up" button, and typed on the keyboard: Harrison has been replaced, and now Winterfell is not safe, we have to find a way to find the real Harrison, or find the loophole in Harrison B to expose him in one fell swoop, and directly press him to death.

He paused for a moment and continued typing: Renault stayed here, indicating that there was still something on Renault that they had not dug up, or that he was deliberately left to paralyze us, and it cannot be ruled out that he was also replaced.

Seeing this, Bell took a breath of cold air. Of course Fisher knew what he meant, Renault now has half of his body left, if he is replaced like this, then Renault B, no, Renault C's sacrifice is too great, and the hands and feet of the other party's upper echelons are too dark.

Fisher ignored him: wake up later, Angela keeps an eye on the watch. This time, we're mainly trying to figure out how to get Harrison B and his lackeys, and everyone in Winterfell should pay attention to their words and deeds, and don't fall into the trap. Business as usual. Waiting for Birmingo to send back information about the Titans' high-level meetings, all training is prepared according to urban warfare and street fighting. This computer is not connected to the intranet and is independent, so it will be more secure on it.

Indeed, the computer used to communicate with Fisher was physically isolated, itself because of Harrison's protection of Renault.

Writing this, Fisher flicked his fingers, relaxed, and waited for a few people to finish reading.

Angie stretched out her hand and touched Fisher's neck, indicating that several people had finished watching it. She relied on mind reading and easily knew the reactions of the other two.

Fisher didn't look back, looked at his watch, reached out and pressed the "wake" button again, Angela looked stretched, and stood to the side, continuing to block the camera's view.

"Hi, old man." Fisher smiled and typed on the keyboard.

"Hi, little Shabi." Immediately a response appeared on the screen.

Angie stretched out her hand and touched Fisher's neck, and Fisher's face suddenly showed a real smile, and then his face straightened.

"I have bad news. Do you remember Harrison B, who blew himself up at the time? ”

"Of course I remember, it was that Wang Ba Calf who caused Lao Tzu to become like this, what's wrong?"

"Harrison C has appeared."

"Huh?!" There was only one word on the screen, but it was apt to express Renault's shock, and Fisher could imagine what kind of laughing expression Renault would have if he had done well. But now he couldn't laugh at all.

"Yes, now the Harrison of Winter has been replaced. When was the last time Harrison spoke to you? ”

"Yesterday ......"

"When I didn't ask, what did you find wrong?"

"Yes! He didn't follow up on the Titans, but talked to me about the time we met on the side of the road......"

Seeing that Renault was about to repeat the events of the year again, Fisher quickly interrupted him with a series of exclamation points.

"When did it start?"

"The day before yesterday."

Day before yesterday? How many people are on their way back to Bermuda from the Empire?

So it turned out that the reason why the Titans didn't cause a backlash along the way was because the Titans weren't ready to intercept them in the first place, but directly changed homes. This is a change of home in the real sense, the dignified Bermuda high-level, the first intelligence dealer under the stars has been replaced like this?

Then use Harrison B to extract information from a few people, or simply use Harrison's prestige and status to send a few people on the road.

It must be so.

The question is how did Harrison get dropped?

Fisher couldn't understand this at all, and it was reasonable that Harrison had been living in the main building in the Bermuda administrative district of Winterfell for a long time, rarely going out, and had little chance of dropping his bag.

Then Harrison's law of action should be figured out, relying on a little bit of accumulating advantages and taking away in waves.

The top priority is to preserve the data that Fisher and others have sent back from the previous risk, and the data is now being declassified in the intelligence room.

Fisher didn't speak either, typing: Chris went to look at the data from the intelligence room, and with our relationship with Harrison, they wouldn't refuse. Bell went to pester Harrison to ask Bourbon, and he must be careful to imply that he Fisher had coveted it for a long time, and this time he suddenly gave benefits, and you want it too. In this way, Harrison B immediately realizes his flaw, and he takes the real Harrison's treasured wine too lightly. Angela went to Mohr and after seeing clearly, if he wasn't replaced, then get to the bottom of him and find him to make some equipment. If it is replaced, ask him directly, and he will not refuse to give it.

Although this large section was directly lost on the screen, which also made Renault dizzy, he immediately understood what Fisher meant, and he also came up with an idea.

Fisher looked at the time, typed "rest well, I'll look for you next time" and left his hands off the keyboard.

The few people around him scattered nonchalantly, Bell and Chris whispered, Fisher slammed the table, burying his head in the crook of his arm feebly, and Angela stood behind him, rubbing his short black hair with a face full of distress.

Harrison sat in his office, seeing this scene through the tablet, he glanced at the time in the lower right corner, several people entered Renault's small iron house and sat down to wake up to the end of the exchange, a total of nineteen minutes, but it was right. He chuckled twice, took the cup, took out the bottle of bourbon, poured a full cup, and drank it in one gulp.

If Harrison saw it, even if there was no new hatred or old hatred, he would probably pull out his gun and kill him on the spot.

Angela put her hand on Fisher's head and sent a message through physical contact: What about you?

Yes, Fisher didn't mention himself in the assignment just now.

A cruel smile appeared on Fisher's face buried in the crook of his arm, "I'm going out to sea to fish." ”

He was going to talk to Tunhall's old buddy, the disabled old lame wolf, to see if there were any other people who had left for Bermuda from him recently, and even if he didn't, as a typical old fritter with collusion between officials and businessmen, he probably had news of other colleagues in his hand.

Angela was silent for a moment, she clearly felt that the hatred in Fisher's heart burned through his heart like wildfire, she was worried that Fisher would become an avenger in the dark, and she was afraid that Fisher's mood would deteriorate even more if he didn't vent it.

There's no way, marry a chicken and marry a dog with a dog, if there is really that day, then I can only follow him for a trip to the heart of the earth. Thinking so, before she could speak, Fisher stood up, took her hand, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't worry, I'm measured." ”

Bell and Chris, who didn't know the truth and faced the camera, made a teasing sound of "yes~" in unison, Chris turned away from looking at the two, and Bell made a posture of "flashing blindness", "self-destructing eyes", "torch in his left hand and gasoline barrel in his right hand" one after another.

Fisher just hugged Angela tightly, as if trying to rub her into his body, and so did Angeli.