"I have a friend who is good at transfiguration, and he clones all the faces of famous people in the world into human skin masks, including yours. Meng Yuanchen took two steps back and looked at Murong Changyi from top to bottom, "The two of us are about the same size, plus this can almost be a fake human skin mask, and then put on your clothes, except for people like your parents who are very close to you, it is estimated that no one will find any problems." ”

Murong Changyi thought for a moment, nodded and said, "This may take a long stage, after I mediate the Pacific Naval Battle, in order to ensure that you will not be exposed, I will not show my head again." Also, there won't be any problems with the Seven Star Society, right?"

"If the current task cannot be completed within the specified deadline, it can be extended for up to three months. It's only been a month and a half now. For the agents, there is a lot to do in the remaining month or so. Believe me!" Meng Yuanchen conceived all this very well, and suddenly felt that there was no longer a vast fog ahead, and he no longer felt extremely passive. But he didn't expect that his mind for more than a month had been focused on this matter, and he would definitely delay many other things.

However, for the sake of righteousness, Meng Yuanchen didn't think much about it, immediately changed clothes with Murong Changyi, and after listening to his instructions on the matters that should be paid attention to, he sent him away, and he lay down and put on it and repeated what Murong Changyi had just said.

Murong Changyi will probably be able to arrive in Huahui City tomorrow morning, and at that time, it should not be a big problem to expose the great conspiracy of the Pisces Star Palace and reconcile the situation in the Pacific Ocean through his ingenuity.

But now the big problem that originally belonged to Murong Changyi has been transferred to Meng Yuanchen. Originally, there was no need for him to do this very complicated thing that had no practical meaning for him, but the gentleman said that it was difficult for the horse to chase, and if he didn't finish this thing well, Meng Yuanchen really had no face to say that he was an agent.

The daughter of the director of the intelligence bureau, Meng Yuanchen didn't say that he hadn't seen her, but he didn't even know her name, how could he get close to him?

Bayerov, the king of the Feilu Empire, is a huge careerist, and now he lives in a building near Meng Yuanchen, and Meng Yuanchen needs to be on guard against him at all times, not only to ensure that his identity is not revealed, but also to deal with them Zhou Xuan, so as not to be used by them to blackmail the Haotian Empire.

Meng Yuanchen's pretending to be Murong Changyi can be said to be superior and inferior, he doesn't have to be cautious and tremble to reveal the secrets of the Haotian Empire, because he doesn't know the secrets of the Haotian Empire at all. However, he has to do everything possible not to let these high-level people who are engaged in intelligence and espionage all day long doubt him.

He had never been interested in politics, so how could he hide it if he was invited to talk about a political news topic?

After worrying for a long time, Meng Yuanchen remembered Murong Changyi, the eldest son of the head of a country, who not only has extraordinary talents in intelligence security and international diplomacy, but also has extraordinary attainments in military warfare. Through Meng Yuanchen's observation, this person's hand-to-hand combat skills were also comparable to ordinary S-class agents.

If he, a noble son from a wealthy family, could do it, how could I not do it?

Meng Yuanchen suddenly gained confidence, jumped up from the bed, and found that there was already dawn in the sky.

The Feilu Empire is located at a high latitude, and at just three o'clock in the morning, the sun is faintly rising.

According to Murong Changyi's instructions just now, he should get up at seven o'clock tomorrow, and the restaurant downstairs will prepare breakfast for him. At 7:40, he was arranged to attend a press conference, mainly to talk about some views on the Pacific naval battle, and to publicly express the attitude of being about to form a united front cooperation ally with the Feilu Empire, as for the alliance ceremony, it should be soon, if the alliance is not successful, they will not let Murong Changyi return to China.

The alliance sounds fair, but the terms and conditions of the agreement are almost all in favor of the Feilu Empire. Although this is a blatant use of war to squeeze the Haotian Empire, the Haotian Empire has no way, who calls itself subject to others!

Anyway, these trivial things have nothing to gain or lose for Meng Yuanchen, he just needs to complete this task well, this is the mission of the agent, and there is no need to worry about it.

After the press conference, there will be a banquet, at that time, all the high-level leaders of the Feilu Empire will go, Murong Changyi is the protagonist, Meng Yuanchen doesn't have to care too much, just talk nonsense, anyway, King Bayerov has never seen him, tomorrow is the first meeting, and after the first impression is kept, he will not easily doubt Meng Yuanchen's true identity.

The time after the banquet can be at Meng Yuanchen's disposal, as long as he doesn't leave Moscow City. If you force yourself out of the city, you will be taken back by the guards in various ways.

Meng Yuanchen wasn't afraid of those guards, but he was now replacing Murong Changyi, a well-known figure in the world's political circles, participating in the alliance between the two countries, and it was okay to run away casually?

Probably planning many things for tomorrow, Meng Yuanchen slept comfortably on the big bed. In any case, when the body is cool, the spirit will be cool. It's all cool, and the new day will be smooth.

Meng Yuanchen had an alarm clock in his head, and before going to bed, he thought about what time he would get up the next day, and when he got to that point, he couldn't sleep anymore.

At seven o'clock, Meng Yuanchen got up on time. He is not like ordinary people, who will wake up a little earlier when he arrives in a new environment to avoid any mistakes, nor like some very casual people who sleep until they wake up naturally.

As a qualified agent, Meng Yuanchen was used to doing everything according to the plan, so much so that his brain slowly formed a fixed pattern, which was better than an electronic planner. And it has been proven by a large number of facts that people who follow a plan are more likely to achieve great things than those who act as early as possible with their own wisdom.

It took about ten minutes to get up and get dressed and tidy up the housekeeping.

When he got up early this morning, Meng Yuanchen was already completely regarded as Murong Changyi, and adjusted his status to the eldest son of the head of state, the director of the National Intelligence Bureau, the commander-in-chief of the Pacific Naval Battle, and the status of a well-known diplomat.

Although he didn't know what kind of state this was, he felt that these people should not always pay attention to time like agents, but should pay more attention to enjoyment, and have a style in interacting with people, so that people can look like big shots.

Meng Yuanchen sorted out his dress, a black suit just fitted, and his leather shoes were shiny. He walked to the door in a dignified manner, pressed his stomach with his left hand, bent down slightly, and opened the door very formally.

There was no one outside the door, so he put the key in his trouser pocket, closed the door and went downstairs to find the restaurant.

The elevator is very high-end, in fact, it is not different, but at first glance, it always feels that it is extraordinary. This may be a psychological effect, and the leap of ordinary people to become the leader of a country overnight is too strong