Under Zhao Yi's repeated questioning, Marco's family was finally forced to tell the whole story of landing on the island and erecting a monument.

"You're also the captain of a ship, why don't you even have this big picture, are you kidding? What kind of monument do you erect, ah!? We have fought a good battle with John Bull, who will dare to talk to us in the South Pacific in the future? If we collapse, it's useless for you to repair the palace there! Zhao Yi was so angry that the few hairs on his head were about to stand up.

"Yes, yes, yes. I don't have a sense of the overall situation, I accept criticism, I'll take all the people to Hong Kong, Boss Zhao, don't be like me! "Marco's this is also a piece of hob meat.

After another hour of grinding, Ma Xiaoyi reported that the GPS showed that the F217 ship had taken the direction of Hong Kong and began to move, and Zhao Yi connected with Lu Xiaobei to ask about the relevant situation of the two actors in Hong Kong.

"Considering the limited power of their communication equipment, we agreed to conduct a short-term communication in the evening, morning and evening in the future. The last time I had contact with them was two hours ago, when they allegedly had lurked in a green house with the help of locals. Lu Xiaobei reported.

"Qinglou? Aren't they all those people from the 369 Sect who are mixed up in this kind of Fengyue place, and where to go to take refuge is reliable? Zhao Yi asked.

"Don't say it's a more reliable place, it's much safer than hiding in a house anyway. Some local forces have interests with us, and after we fell out with John Bull, we are the largest smuggling consignee in this area, and we eat everything in terms of population and materials, and those mixed societies will buy a little bit of our account. Lu Xiaobei said.

"When will I be able to contact your periphery in Hong Kong?" Zhao Yi continued to ask.

"It will take a day at the earliest, and after the cable telegram is sent to Hong Kong, it will be compiled by the upline personnel before it can be delivered to the downline action team through manpower, which is already the fastest speed." Lu Xiaobei said.

"It's going to take a day, huh? Marcos' frigates are ready to sail into Victoria Harbour! Zhao Yi said.

"Heh, I think you better not let Marco's frigate get too close to Victoria Harbor, and when John Bull puts the whole city under martial law or something, we won't be able to catch people." Lu Xiaobei said.

"Are you sure you're going to get people out?" If you can get people out without making a big move, Zhao Yi doesn't want to waste ammunition for no reason.

"Now it's just a Hong Kong British policeman who has been killed, as long as they are well nested these days, it is quite easy for us to fish people out, after all, our pipelines have been transporting people and materials through Hong Kong during this time, and there is no big problem." Lu Xiaobei said.

"Well, I hope there won't be any more accidents." Zhao Yishen added a sentence in a daze.

"Hey! What kind of physique do you have, do you have no points in mind? Your open mouth is like honey, you can't open the door! As soon as he heard Boss Zhao's words, Lu Xiaobei was happy.

Zhao Yi also knows that he has a crow's mouth that can realize anything, but in the case of such pressure, people will inevitably express their worries, which is indeed quite difficult to control.

"I bought a watch last year, and I sometimes even suspect that the 'director team' arranges the plot according to what you say, otherwise it would not be possible to explain the paranormal phenomenon of your crow's beak with a high hit rate." Lu Xiaobei continued to complain.

"Alright, don't promote this superstitious statement! Well, in that case, you better plan for the worst-case scenario. Boss Zhao added weakly.

So is the direction of the plot as Boss Zhao worried, and there will be a situation that is more pitiful than sending two actors who can't tell the difference between real and fake guns to Hong Kong?

The answer is yes, and one thing is also very certain: the "director team" does not arrange the plot according to Mr. Zhao's crow's mouth. Because long before Zhao Yi and Lu Xiaobei talked, a thin man in a windbreaker had been targeted by John Bull's intelligence officers deployed in Hong Kong.

After being dug up three times in a row, John Bull finally made up his mind to form a professional intelligence department, which was more than ten years earlier than the official establishment of MI6 and MI5 in the original time and space.

Hong Kong, as an important stronghold of John Bull between the Far East and the South Pacific, two regions where the Great Song people were active in military activity, naturally gathered many of their "professional" intelligence agents.

Well, let's be honest, it's not long before they cross John Bull's hometown, even after they ordered the lab at Oxford University, John Bull sent intelligence agents to Asia, and those people are still floating at sea.

Therefore, these so-called intelligence agents roaming in Hong Kong are nothing more than newcomers recruited by John Bull's newly established intelligence agency. As for their business level, please refer to the two rough embryos of the middle X bureau who were drunk and dreamed of death in London.

The fool who was just sent by the "director team" is also quite lacking in heart, wearing a Western-style windbreaker and a top hat, and he has to give himself a mouse tail after his head.

I'm afraid the inspiration for this dress really comes from the TV series, and you can believe the screenwriters who can write grenades and smash planes!? No, just came out of the cloakshop and was targeted by those John Bull's rookie intelligence officers.

In fact, this tracking and surveillance operation is a farce of rookies pecking at each other. This newcomer who has watched too many dramas is indeed tired by the brain-dead screenwriter, but the newly recruited intelligence officers of the John Bull family are also cute and cute.

When the target suddenly turns around, he squats abruptly in the middle of the road to tie his shoelaces, or hurriedly shakes off the newspaper and pretends to be a passerby, this Nima doesn't want to find out that you are all very difficult!

I don't know how much money the people in charge of John Bull's Hong Kong intelligence station have embezzled money, so they have to use these people with brains to make up the numbers.

This is really not unfounded speculation, it is said that the salary of the intelligence officers in London is not low, after all, in the minds of those noble lords, the ideal spy should be like this - a young man from a high society, with an economic income, and a cheerful personality. At the same time, he must be slightly more educated than the average person, handsome, brave, tenacious, calm and objective, just like the "007" James Bond on the screen.

Look at these fools who have stiff expressions and abrupt movements because of nervousness, and tell me, how can such a stupid son of a landlord deserve the high salary offered by London?

Of course, the one who was followed was also nervous after discovering that he had a tail behind him, and kept covering his mouth with a white handkerchief and pretending to cough to relieve the pressure.

Just such a thin rookie led a few rookies behind him all the way to a Jewish-run hotel.

"He went into a Jewish hotel, and I guess he was probably a Song man." Rookie Jia said, dare to love these people just wandering around the street and then caught a stupid mouse.

"No, his figure doesn't look like those Great Song people in the Far East? Also, I guess he has a habit of smoking opium, and the Great Song Dynasty people banned smoking but used the death penalty, so it is impossible for him to ......" Caiji B was obviously affected by the heart-rending coughing sound of the target person.

"Let's follow him up and keep an eye on him!" Rookie C said, anyway, a few of them have time.

By the time the rookies entered the hotel lobby, the thin man in the trench coat had already checked in and gone upstairs, and it cost them a pound to get the front desk who "swore not to divulge customer information to outsiders."

Then they were blackmailed a pound by another Jewish hall manager, and they booked a room next to the thin man.

The rookies leaned against the wall with something similar to a medical stethoscope to listen to the movements in the next room, and soon they heard "heavy information" worth far more than two pounds!