The city of Francis is the second largest city in the capital city, with a population of more than 10 million, mainly in the entertainment industry and services. It's seven and fifteen p.m. in Francie City, and four people are sitting at a table in a quiet corner of a restaurant in a five-star hotel in the city center.

Among the four, a middle-aged man with blond hair but a little gray was giving a speech. He wore a well-fitting suit, a white shirt and a blue striped tie, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his face made him look sven, which, combined with his soft, yet subdued tone, made his speech easily acceptable.

A lady in her thirties with short blond hair next to the man was also wearing a pair of high-end white-collar professional clothes, looking very capable, and she looked like a strong woman. And when this strong woman looked at the middle-aged man with blond hair, there was a rare admiration in her eyes.

Opposite the two is an elderly couple, and the wedding rings on their hands illustrate this. Both husband and wife wore expensive clothes, and the man wore silver cuffs and collars. They held hands, the husband sipped red wine, and the wife listened attentively to the middle-aged man's words.

"All the formulations of fast-acting drugs are only patented for 20 years, and after 20 years, those pharmaceutical companies will make some small improvements to the formula and apply for new patents, because the old formula is already public. It's like opening a restaurant. Every restaurant will have a unique secret recipe for smoked ham, but no one will say that smoked ham is their patent. And which restaurant do people choose to eat at? It is atmosphere and fame. Therefore, our pharmaceutical companies need to invest more money in publicity and public welfare, and as for R&D, we only need to obtain the corresponding qualifications. This leaves investors like you with a lot of money left. And the key thing is ......"

"What's the point?" A sudden voice interrupted the middle-aged man, "Sorry to interrupt, and I don't care much about restaurants or pharmaceutical companies." A man appeared behind the middle-aged man's seat, followed by five or six other people, as could be seen from the expressions in the eyes of those men. They don't seem to be good at coming.

The middle-aged man turned around and asked, "Can I know who you are?" You know, I'm meeting an important guest. We're talking business. ”

The blonde woman also looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and the look of disgust in her eyes was undisguised.

"It's time to talk about another fortification. Let me introduce myself, my name is David Quinn, Special Agent of Customs. The gentlemen were from the Francie City Police Department. You have a nice complexion, better than I thought. The man said with a straight face.

"What's the problem? Mr. Keaton? The husband asked.

"It's just a small case about a carjacked truck," Agent Quinn replied preemptively. "There were some medicines and chemicals in the car."

"Mr. Keaton?" The husband asked again with concern.

Keaton showed a very helpless expression, picked up a napkin and wiped his lips and hands, stood up politely and said, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive me for missing me!" ”

"We're going to take you back to the bureau to talk, and things can't be explained clearly in two or three sentences." Quinn didn't seem to want to give Keaton any good looks.

The old couple were very surprised, and they stood up at a loss to leave. The blonde woman hurriedly stood up and reassured, "It's okay, please two directions!" It's the little thing, I promise! ”

Keaton also said to the two old couples very graciously: "Please use it slowly, we will talk about our affairs later." I'm really sorry today. ”

Look at Keaton's back as he fades away. A shadow rose in the blonde woman's heart.

Fifteen minutes later, inside the police station in the city of Francie. A group of five people was taken to a house. It was the kind of room used to identify suspects, with a large single glass that made it impossible to see the witnesses in the next room, and lines on the walls indicated the height scale.

When the five of them were brought together, they were looking at each other.

Keaton was in fourth place, and on his right hand was a tall, thin man of 1.9 meters, wearing a black suit and red shirt, with a pale face and sunken eye sockets that seemed to suggest something.

Further to the right is a man in a black leather trench coat. The height is about the same as Keaton, about 1.8 meters. But the man's face was fierce, with a short beard and short hair, and his hands seemed to tremble in his sleeves.

To Keaton's left is a guy in a blue vest and white shirt, who looks to be less than forty years old, and has a somewhat bald head. His feet are in a very unnatural standing position.

At the top of the list is a small man, only 1.6 meters tall. Wearing a light gray jacket, he looked like he was thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a curly beard on his chin and several of his chest hairs peeking out of his V-neck T-shirt.

"You all know the procedure." Agent Quinn's voice came over the loudspeaker, "The person who was called stepped forward. Read the words on the slip of paper. Understand? One, step forward. ”

The short man in the gray coat stepped forward, looked at the note in his hand, sighed, and said weakly, "Call the key, bastard." ”

"Two, step forward."

The man in the leather coat stepped forward, his beautiful blue eyes suddenly narrowed, he deliberately made a fierce gesture, and then said fiercely: "Give me the key, you damn bastard!" "He also likes to play the shape of a machine gun with his hands, and then trembling to shoot like he is still sticking out his tongue, which looks very funny.

"That's it! Number Three! ”

The tall man stepped forward, he seemed to be influenced by the funny style of the man in leather just now, and he kept smiling but at the same time seemed to be trying not to laugh. In the end, he said vaguely: "Give the moon pool to the puppet, Lei Wendan!" ”

"Please speak the interstellar lingua franca!"

"Give the moon pool to the puppet, Lei Wendan! Zou is sauce, what's the nonsense? Again, the tall man said, he seemed to have been born with a big tongue, and he had some difficulty pronouncing it.

"Four!" Quinn's voice seemed a little helpless.

Keaton stepped forward and read the note with a note: "Call the key, bastard." ”

"Five!"

With difficulty, the cripple moved his right leg with his hand, stepped forward, and said in a low and slow voice, "Call the key, bastard." ”

The identification phase is over, but the matter is far from over. The five were again questioned separately and then taken to a detention cell. (To be continued.) )