The night deepened, and the whole street was lit coldly by street lamps, and at 2:27 a.m., the lights in the residential buildings and office buildings on Sakura Road were cut off, and the embassy on the side of the street looked more and more like a ghost building.

Ragged, barren, without a hint of popularity.

Gu Chen looked at the time on his watch, it was half past two, and since she went out with a navigation device, there was no movement from inside. They were supposed to be dismantling the most complicated parts, and she didn't know how long it would take, but what she did know was that it was five o'clock in the morning and if they hadn't dealt with it, they would have to retreat immediately.

At 5 a.m., the cleaning truck on the road started to work, and the delivery truck in the bakery also started to leave, and Sakura Road at 5 a.m. was ready to start the day.

It was already time for everything to be silent, and Burton Leme, who had slept for about half an hour, woke up, and a soldier stood in front of him gently and respectfully, "Colonel, there is no match for the man's information in the photo library." ”

Photo? Burton Lime had a dream, which was still lingering in his mind when he opened his eyes, leaving his mind blank for a few seconds.

"What is the maximum match factor?" Oh yes, he remembered, and he asked the GI to synthesize a photo and send it back home to see if there would be any windfalls.

The GI handed over the printed photo, "The highest is only 34 percent matching, and the similarity is only 11 percent." Colonel, there is no information about this man in our photo library. ”

The U.S. side has a very large electronic database of information, and even the professionals of the U.S. side have no way of knowing how big the information in the photo library is.

For several years, as long as the US side finds a suspect, even if the other party covers half of his face and puts it in the photo gallery to match, he can find clues about the other party.

It's a pity that this time they failed, and there was no information and information about the man in their photo of the face.

"If it's really an ordinary person, it's normal to not have his information." Burton Lime compared the most similar photos sent from China, and although it was the most similar photo in the photo library, it was not the person they were really looking for.

The whole day of surveillance was all over, and the GIs found nothing.

The couple was never seen in any of the scenes, and they really just put a white chrysanthemum in front of the embassy and stayed for less than ten minutes before leaving.

There was nothing out of the ordinary, and there was no difference at all.

"All right, all of ......" Burton Lem had not finished his sentence when Bryndlow walked in and walked up to him in a few steps, his face tight, and his eyes flickering with excitement.

It was good news indeed, he could almost smell the smoke wafting through the tip of his nose when the bullets were fired. Oh God, he doesn't like the smell of smoke, the smell of gasoline, and his favorite is the smell of gunsmoke.

"Colonel, there is movement among the people of the Japanese island, and they have found that the people who died in the embassy were not stoned to death, but died at the hands of others." Bryndlow, of course, was very happy that the people of the Japanese island were not killed by accident, but at the hands of others.

So, can he say...... Did the Chinese people kill the people of the Japanese island country?

This discovery made Bryndlow's blood rush and excited. God, he's wiped his gun three times a day, no, no, it should be four times, and he'll need to wipe it again when he's even going to sleep.