"Venezuela fiasco! The Venezuelan Defense Forces have been fatally attacked by the Spear of God, and the multinational fleet has rushed to the aid of the Caribbean! "Huge headlines hang prominently on newspaper headlines. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Zhuang Yan passed by the newsstand, paid for a copy of "Global Reference", and walked around with a huge travel bag on his back, hurriedly scanning.

He has been expelled from the Qifeng base for two days, took a half-day flight to the provincial capital, and immediately transferred back to Liaoning to go through the formalities and prepare to apply for an Israeli tourist visa.

Ten meters away from Zhuang Yan, three burly men who pretended to buy Arabic kebabs hurriedly paid, eating skewers and faintly following behind Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket to make a call.

The man eating the skewers instructed his colleague: "Is his phone being monitored?" He had a small flat head in spirit, and his tone was unquestionable, obviously the head.

The mustache who pretended to look at the phone didn't squint, the data on the phone screen jumped randomly, the mustache's face didn't change, only the lips moved: "Listened...... 165XXXX2356, he dialed the city's indoor phone and was contacting his classmates. ”

"Put the person who answers the phone on the control list." Xiao Pingtou cleaned the skewers in one bite, lost the skewers, and lowered his head in his pocket to keep up with Zhuang Yan.

"Captain, besides us, there is another group of people staring at Zhuang Yan." The face of the Chinese character who bought the newspaper hurriedly came over and began to read the newspaper, and passers-by thought he was reading the headline: "Three, all have a case record." ”

"Did they find us?"

"They're too bad to find out." Guozi said lightly.

"Use the authority of the National Security Agency to transfer out all their bank account flows, resumes, addresses, and interpersonal relationships, and find out who they work for." Xiao Pingtou hurriedly finished his order, sent away the national character face, and then glanced at the mustache and hurriedly followed Zhuang Yan. The mustache put away his phone and followed quietly.

Zhuang Yan involved the core secrets of the state, and since the day he contacted Zidian Technology, he has agreed to give up his right to privacy. The National Security Bureau's control of him is already the maximum indulgence.

Zhuang Yan has no professional training, knows nothing about anti-tracking, and has no whereabouts exposed. His dietary preferences, routine work and rest, and his footprints all along the way are all at a glance and are recorded in detail by the National Security Bureau. The relatives and friends who were called by Zhuang Yan were all shot while lying down and were on the white list of the National Security Bureau's control and surveillance.

"Hello? Monitor? It's me. Do you still live in Hunnan? Didn't move? Okay, I'll come to you. Meet and say. Zhuang Yan hung up the phone, jumped off the street to stop a taxi, struggled to stuff the huge travel bag into the car, then closed the door and sat in the co-pilot, and walked away.

"Check the address of his squad leader." Xiao Pingtou's face changed, he stretched out his hand, and immediately flew a Passat and stopped on the side of the street, opened the door and waited for him. The two men quickly got into the car and followed the taxi away.

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Zhuang Yan drove all the way to the residential area of Hunnan Garden Mansion before getting out of the car and hurried into the garden community. The greenery of this mansion community is more lush than the tropical rainforest, walking in like visiting a botanical garden, Zhuang Yan almost got lost in the middle of the pavilion pond water pavilion, knocking his head all the way to reminisce, only to find the squad leader's residential building, standing downstairs and ringing the doorbell again, and said: "It's me." The glass door slid open silently, allowing Zhuang Yan to enter.

The squad leader opened the door early and waited, threw a pair of slippers on the ground, and shouted when he saw Zhuang Yan: "I haven't seen you for a long time, have you eaten?" ”

Zhuang Yan unloaded his bag first when he entered the door, stepped into the slippers against the wall, and looked around: "I haven't eaten yet." Hey, the house still hasn't changed, you got married and didn't decorate? ”

The squad leader closed the door and went to the kitchen to cook: "I didn't eat either, let's make do with some food." Decoration is a fart, Hunnan is too far away from the place of work, so I bought another set in the city center, and the money went to decorate the new house. This set is ready to sell. ”

Zhuang Yan looked around the room and was full of emotion. When he was down, he made do with the sofa in the living room here for half a year, and his feelings were deep, and when he remembered that he always caused trouble to the squad leader, he couldn't help it, so he said to the kitchen: "I'll help you wash the dishes." ”

Then the squad leader disdainfully chose the dishes, and said sincerely: "Come on, will you work?" I'll have to wipe the floor again after you sweep it; I'll have to wipe the second shot of the ground you've wiped. You just sit there and eat half an hour later. ”

Zhuang Yan was accustomed to the squad leader's spirit of seeking truth from facts, sat down with a smile, and asked, "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble something?" ”

The squad leader shouted in the kitchen: "I knew you couldn't get along again!" How much do you want to borrow? ”

"No!"

The squad leader walked out with wet hands, leaned against the door and looked at the speechless Zhuang Yan: "How do you feel that you have lost a few pounds?" It feels like you won't be able to live for a few more years. Since you asked me to borrow money before you died, I am too embarrassed to ask for interest, so I should send you a wreath, and when the time comes, I will slap the IOU on the table at your funeral, and I will not have to give the gift. ”

Zhuang Yan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and the squad leader was still asking seriously: "How much do you want to borrow?" If you want to borrow it, borrow it as soon as possible, and when I get married, the account will not be in my hands, and it will be enough to buy a box of cigarettes. If you are short of money, hurry up, hurry up, there will be no store in this village. I want to take advantage of the fact that the financial power is not handed over to my daughter-in-law, and I will happily live a loan addiction - how much do you want to borrow! Speak merrily! ”

"No, it's not borrowing." Zhuang Yan hurriedly stopped the squad leader who was about to draw a knife and explained: "Didn't your father maintain academic contacts with the Israel Museum? I can't find an acquaintance in the archaeological field for a while, see if you can use my uncle's name to get a check for me, otherwise I will have to line up on the list, my mother, that queue is long, I am in a hurry, I can't wait. ”

"Only the original documents will be set up by the museum to access the site, the number of people, the method of access and the time of access." The squad leader put down the kitchen knife in his hand and stared at him with a frown: "You are engaged in aerospace, how did you become an archaeologist?" Are you just going to be unable to eat? ”

The squad leader suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and stared at Zhuang Yan suspiciously: "Aren't you planning to transfer the ancient books and steal them out to change hands?" ”

"I didn't!" Zhuang Yan shouted angrily, "I haven't been unable to mix!" ”

"But this kind of plot is too familiar, you suddenly call me, sit down and talk, either the subject is killed, or the chrysanthemum is blown up at the project hearing, or two things happen at the same time, anyway, you are cornered." The squad leader leaned against the wall and shrugged his shoulders comfortably, as if enjoying himself, "I'm used to playing the role of a black-hearted philanthropist." ”

Zhuang Yan was heartbroken, and explained with teeth and claws: "I'm really in a hurry, I need to see the original, I have to see the original!" I even applied for an Israeli visa, doesn't your dad fly around a lot, and provide consulting support to the archaeological departments of major museums? I guess it wouldn't be difficult for him to apply for a top-ranked access! ”

"It's not that hard, because that thing is stupid to see." The squad leader didn't seem to know Zhuang Yan anymore, frowned and asked him curiously, "What literature do you want to access?" So anxious. ”

"I don't know, I don't know...... There's a lot to see, I just picked the Jerusalem Museum and started looking it up. Zhuang Yan was a little relieved, the squad leader had helped him so much, and he would not leave him alone this time, so Zhuang Yan rubbed his temples with both hands and told the truth: "I want to read the Dead Sea documents." ”

The squad leader stared at Zhuang Yan and repeated word by word: "Don't fight the idea of the evil sect!" ”

Zhuang Yan lay on the sofa exhausted, trying to clarify himself: "Don't look at me, I haven't fallen to the point of stealing cultural relics and selling them for money!" ”

The squad leader was not at ease and tried to emphasize: "It's not that I'm talking, it's the international extradition regulations that are warning you, don't, try, to steal things from foreign museums!" ”

"I won't!"

"Follow me, don't allow, do, illegal, things!" The squad leader was uneasy.

"Don't do anything illegal!" Zhuang Yan surrendered, and he looked into the eyes of the squad leader and read it again.

"I'll call you and ask." The squad leader put down the kitchen knife, wiped his hands on the cotton sea cucumber hanging from the door lock, took out his mobile phone and began to call his father. (To be continued.) )