Francie's Seventh Bureau has the number one in the secret service organizations of all countries in the world, although the status of this country in the international community is far inferior to the three superpowers C, A, and R, but as an old European power, the heritage is still there, and when it comes to international influence, it is more or less a little.

As early as more than 700 years ago, mankind entered the information age, personal development, enterprise expansion, are inseparable from the timeliness of information, rising to the national level, is intelligence.

Francie was able to have a place on the international stage in a situation where his overall national strength was lagging behind several superpowers, and his ability to collect and use intelligence was self-evident.

009 is the leader of the 7th Bureau Operations Team that infiltrated Sbania this time, as a veteran agent trusted by the president, he led more than a dozen team members to narrow down the clues to a small fishing village on the southern coast of Sbania in less than a day.

But this time, for the first time, his abilities brought him bad luck.

In late autumn and early winter, when the sea breeze is cold, the only collective work in the town, going out to sea to fish, has long ceased after the families have made sufficient preparations for the winter. The wind is raging outside, and the air is salty with the salty smell of seawater, and if anyone accidentally gets hit in the face by the water vapor carried by the wind, they will definitely can't help but shiver.

When 009 walked into the courtyard of Kraft's house with the group, it was already early, and looking at the whole half of the yard piled up into a hill of dried fish fillets, 009 was sure that this was the person he was looking for.

The weather along the southern coast of Spania has historically been warm and comfortable even in winter. 009 remembers that the town was once located in a bustling city called Malaga, where more than 700 years ago there was a terrible tsunami, the entire city was submerged, all the buildings were bulldozed by the violent waves, and most of the citizens were killed and injured in that disaster. Then the tsunami passed, and the government of Spellia wanted to rebuild Malaga, but the weather in the area changed dramatically, and for many years there were bitterly cold winters, even colder than in the north. Meteorologists and geographers were at a loss as no one could explain the anomaly, and plans to rebuild Malaga were put on hold. Over the years, hundreds of years have passed, and the weather here has gradually improved, but the once warm winter is no longer visible, and the cold wind will sweep in at the end of autumn every year. The historical tourist mecca of Malaga is gone, and only a group of people who are not happy with their lives gradually gather here, forming a poor, backward, half-dead small fishing village.

009 put away his sigh and reached out and knocked on the door of the cabin. "Who?" asked Kraft as he opened the door and stood hunched over the doorway, looking suspiciously at the men in suits and leather shoes in the courtyard.

009 took out his ID and stretched it out in front of Kraft, and said expressionlessly, "We are the staff of Francie's seventh bureau, and we want to ask you for some information." ”

Living in Spania, which is close to Franci, Kraft had of course heard of the name of Game 7, but he didn't understand what the intelligence services of the neighboring country were doing in his country, let alone why they were looking for him.

"You ......" Kraft was visibly nervous, speaking in a trill, "what are you looking for me?"

"To make a long story short, I'll ask you three questions, and I hope you answer truthfully" 009 said, pointing to the pile of fish fillets in the yard, "First question, who helped you get this sperm whale up, and who helped you get it home?"

Looking at Kraft with a stunned expression, 009 didn't give him a chance to think, and continued to ask: "Second question, where does this person come from, what does he look like, and what is the relationship with you?"

Then, without waiting for Kraft to answer, he asked again: "The third question, when did this person leave and where did he go?"

After listening to these three questions, Kraft hesitated, he didn't know the purpose of these people, and he didn't know whether to tell the truth. Of course, he knew the answer to the question in his heart, and he still remembered vividly what happened at sea that night, an angel who appeared in the form of a demon, and helped himself and his little grandson with great power. He couldn't be sure whether the rumored agents in front of him were malicious or kind to the angel, so he wasn't going to give it a quick answer.

009 expected the old man to behave like this, and in fact, it was this kind of performance that made him feel relieved. If Kraft opens his mouth to tell the answer, he needs to check the truth of the answer, and if Kraft firmly says he doesn't know, he needs to make some effort to pry the old man's mouth open, but Kraft chooses to remain silent, which is clearly telling him: I know, but I am not going to say.

009 didn't move roughly, he was an agent, and it was not false that he was cold-blooded, but since his identity was clear, he represented the image of the country, and he should be a gentleman as much as possible. So he tilted his head slightly and looked into the door behind Kraft, and a gentlemanly smile appeared on his face:

"Mr. Kraft, there may be one thing you didn't understand, and we won't rush to visit without reliable evidence. You are old and have lived a long time, and some things may not matter, but as far as I know, your grandson John is still young and he has a long way to go in life. ”

After saying this, 009 also chose to be silent, continued to maintain a gentlemanly smile, and looked at Kraft quietly.

The old man understood that he couldn't hide this matter today, and from the attitude of these people, he also understood that they were looking for that "angel" definitely not as simple as inviting him to dinner and chatting. He doesn't care what he does, but his grandson is his weakness, and since he is talking to an agent of the seventh game, then the threat of others will not be just a threat.

Kraft silently recited "Hallelujah, Angel is not strange" several times in his mind, and then explained what happened that day, from seeing the "angel" out of the water on the fishing boat, until the "angel" helped cut the whale and flew north.

If it weren't for the other fishermen in the town who had learned about the day's situation in advance, 009 would have thought that the old man was a madman, but his answer was basically the same as what he had learned, so no matter how unbelievable it was, he couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure 'he' is flying north?"

"Sure. ”

"Do you remember where you met 'him' at sea?"

"Out to sea, about 100 nautical miles to the south, not far from the La Marado Trench. ”

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir, and if what you say is true, you will be rewarded by the Francie government. ”

Of course, if what you say is not true, you will have to go to heaven to claim this reward - 009 said secretly in his heart, not saying this.

Kraft watched these people leave, and then hammered his old waist hard, as soon as the weather was cold, his back pain began to attack again, and people are like this when they are old, either back pain or leg pain. He wasn't worried about what would happen to the Angel, it was fine if the agents didn't have malicious motives, but if they dared to anger the being, it would be self-defeating.

He closed the door and went into the house to continue cooking dinner, passing by his little grandson's bedroom, where John, who had slept in bed all afternoon, was still shouting in his dream: "Lord Demon, cool!"

Kraft shook his head: "How many times have you said it, that's an angel, whose demon specializes in doing good deeds to help people?"

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009 took the crew to the coast, briefly divided the survey area, and jumped directly into the sea. Without boats, oars, their suits become wetsuits as soon as they enter the water, and the biomorphic system on the material of the clothes is helping them breathe oxygen through their skin, even saving oxygen cylinders. Seemingly ordinary leather shoes become propellers in the sea, and the agents drag the long bubbles spewing out of the soles of their feet, looking for clues about the "angels" near the Ramarado Trench faster than a school of fish.

At the appointed time, everyone completed the seabed survey of the area in charge and swam to the meeting place. More than a dozen people showed their heads at sea, 009 counted the number of people, one was not a lot, and asked the team members about the investigation, everyone shook their heads in unison, and no one found anything abnormal.

Just as he was about to investigate deeper into the sea and redivide the area for everyone, a member of the team suddenly looked at the sea behind him with a stunned expression. 009 looked back in confusion and saw five heads emerging from the water not far away, also looking at them.