Even in the world's most prestigious intelligence agencies, there will always be a few unobtrusive bastards, and Zhang Pingfan is one of those many bastards. Well, in fact, five days ago, he had a fellow bastard, and unfortunately that guy was pushed into a carriage by several men who claimed to be Scotland Yard and never made it back to the house they were renting.

When the classmate who had beaten him many times and won the penultimate place in various training subjects was caught, Zhang Pingfan hesitated again and again, and finally did not take out the Sig Sauer P229 pistol on his waist. He was really not sure that he could take down the few men who had their backs to him and tried to control their restless companions with rapid fire from twenty meters away, especially when he was in a state of extreme eagerness to go to the toilet, Zhang Pingfan was sure that his shooting level, which had almost no room to fall, would definitely break through the bottleneck and fall to a realm of earth-shattering ghosts and gods! So it's better not to shoot, lest you end up being arrested.

As a partner who can only share the weal and sorrow, Zhang Pingfan didn't think long before he planned to run away, but after the big incidents in Plymouth and Liverpool, the detectives of Scotland Yard were almost all over all the transportation hubs in and out of London, and the stations and docks were full of secret police who were looking for the faces of the East, and he was afraid that he would not be able to get out with his business level.

After pouring a small half bottle of whiskey, Zhang Pingfan's hands, which had been trembling with fear and anxiety, finally calmed down.

"Calm down! Calm down! I need support! That's right, support! How do I get in touch with other agents? Zhang Pingfan began to try to recall the knowledge taught by the clone teacher when he was in the training school of the Central X Bureau.

Long before Tian Buzi and them took the Tu-160 to play Halo jump in South Africa, Zhang Pingfan and Zhu Han, the two fools, were teleported to London. Like Johnny and the others, these two fools also learned about the information that the two fools had opened a branch base on the Liaodong Peninsula and the South China Sea through the newspaper.

At that time, the relationship between the "Great Song" and Britain had not deteriorated to the point where it was now, and they could easily leave London. But we can't go to Antarctica with these two goods combined, and most of the situation in Liaodong is also in the stage of large-scale construction, and we don't have any special talents, I'm afraid that we will be thrown to the construction site to see the prisoners! As for the South China Sea, it's not a good place to go, think about it, even at the time of World War II, there were still many people dying of tropical diseases there, isn't it a crime to go?

Come on, anyway, the funds given by the "director team" in our hands are still abundant, so let's mix in the metropolis of London first, and when the waves are enough, let's buy two more tickets to Liaodong to see the construction site!

So the two of them ate, drank, prostituted and gambled in London, and when they encountered the raid, they relied on two forged Japanese passports to fool them over. This kind of unthinking life is obviously much more interesting than the boring training life in the light curtain day after day, so that neither of them has time to pay attention to the deteriorating relationship between Song and Ying.

When the news of the sinking of the British warship in Plymouth Bay reached the streets, the two men felt that it would be too dangerous to stay in London any longer, and after discussing it, they felt that it was time to go back to the Liaodong Peninsula to see the construction site.

However, when Zhang Pingfan retrieved the two mobile phones they had carried when they crossed from another safe house, and was about to return to his residence to meet Zhu Han, he saw him being taken away by the people of Scotland Yard.

After searching and thinking about it, Zhang Pingfan finally remembered some of the codes that the clones used to give examples in class, including a set of passwords used by Bureau X in past operations, well, of course, Ya only remembered the password for help.

"So, we're going to have to make a trip to London to rescue one or a few fools who are less reliable than our crew?" Abu was also shocked by Johnny's news.

"Not necessarily, if it's too difficult to rescue, then ......" Johnny didn't finish his sentence, but ended the passage with a throat-slitting gesture.

"Well, God forbid, I hope the luck of those fools doesn't go bad again." It seems that this is not the first time that Abu has encountered this kind of thing, and he must have seen the scene of an unlucky person dying at the hands of his own people in the light curtain of the dome.

"Ah, I remember, speaking of London, I remember we had some topographical maps of the London area on our computers, and you can get acquainted with them while we drift from here to the mouth of the Thames." Abu said.

“hat？ You have a topographic map, why are you only telling me now? "In the past, Johnny worked in Liverpool, and they worked by correcting the tourist maps they bought from the market.

"Spending too long with the British on the shore has made your Chinese regress? I'm talking about a topographic map of the London area, not a topographic map of the British Isles! Abu complained.

"Well, my captain, where can I see those damn topographic maps?" Johnny said.

"Fire control pod, you can see those damn topographic maps of London on the computer operating the Tomahawk cruise missile." Abu replied.

“hat？ You're talking about the topographic map used to correct guidance for Tomahawk cruise missiles? Johnny asked.

"Uh-huh, could it be that the computer has a tourist map of London in it?" Abu replied.

"Well, I have a bad premonition, no matter how I look at this thing, it's like the 'director team' left it for us to kill people." Johnny gasped as he spoke.

"Well, when you say that, I think it's for the hapless guys." Abu thought about it, and the topographic map seemed to be the only thing that would be there.

The advertisement in The Times didn't leave much useful information, and Johnny decided to venture into London and look for clues about the two fools at the soap shop where the ad was placed.

Of course, the USS Mississippi is not as likely to be as German as it was in the seventeenth century. Ruyter crossed the Thames into London, and there were too many sandbanks and shoals at the Thames and Medway estuaries to break into the Thames and Medway estuaries so much that it was very likely that you would fold yourself there.

Abu would drop Johnny and the others at Margate, not far from London, and from there the agents would take the train into London. Brand will not follow Johnny to London, and since the radio equipment is still unavailable, he will stay in Margate in order to receive Johnny's telegram message, well, mainly to deliver information to the Mississippi lurking in the waters near Margate that needs to be destroyed by Tomahawk cruise missiles.

After another three days, Johnny and the others finally found the soap shop according to the advertised address. Just as Johnny assigns Joel and the others a surveillance mission, trying to find the mastermind behind the advertisement, the reckless Frank walks in and interrupts Johnny's speech.

"I don't think you need to bother with any surveillance, I saw that second fool!" Frank said.

"Are you crazy!? I said don't venture into that soap shop! Johnny said through gritted teeth.

This is London, the capital of the British Empire, which has been so upset by the attacks on Plymouth and Liverpool that Johnny thinks they should give Scotland Yard or some other counterintelligence agency a modicum of respect.

"Cut, find out that the second fool still needs to go into the store? You can see two white women tied up through the small unclosed window in the kitchen, and a yellow-skinned fool with Sig Sauer pinned to his waist! Frank said, rolling his eyes.

TF？ That second fool dared to stay in a soap shop after posting an advertisement in the name of that store? Is he trained by the Gambian intelligence agencies!? After listening to Frank's words, Johnny covered his face with his hands and rubbed vigorously, what kind of is this Nima!?