Just after noon, the flight from the 17th arrondissement to the 2nd arrondissement slowly landed at the airport, the urban structure of the 2nd arrondissement was far from what Song Lan imagined, and the city buildings were largely in the style of a palace, and from a distance, a magnificent fortress was located in the center of the city.

"It is the private domain of the Iris Consortium, and only members of the family and knights who have sworn allegiance to the family can enter."

Jasmine's right hand rested on her forehead, blocking out the warm spring sun.

She looked out over the opulent royal city in the distance, where the designers of the Iris Consortium had worked so hard to build a castle that blended technology with classical style.

At this moment, the entire royal city was bathed in holographic projections.

The white fleur-de-lis, a symbol of the supreme power of the family, seems to have branded the city, as if even the power of the council could not touch the affairs of this royal city.

It was hard for Song Lan to imagine that such a place would exist in 2167.

The towering castle seems to call for a time when kings and nobles belonged to the past.

"I have some work to do, so let's leave it at that."

Jasmine knows how to talk very well, and they talked all the way on the plane, but they both tacitly avoided the topic of each other's purpose in the second district, and their contact was more like small talk between friends.

"Ivan is waiting for us, and we're going to get started."

Lu Xiang watched Jasmine go away and spoke.

Almost as soon as they got off the plane, Ivan contacted her, there is no impermeable wall in this world, and MI7's intelligence network has infiltrated the interior of the Iris Consortium.

But it's normal to think about it, and the chairman will definitely not let go of a big family like the Iris Consortium that controls the core city.

MI7 and counterintelligence are institutions that are in the hands of the Council, not touched by companies and families.

Ironically, the swarm was the first to infiltrate the organization.

Instead of a direct address, Ivan left behind a series of puzzles, and the trio had to make several circles around the big city they didn't know before they finally found a bar in the middle of nowhere, which made them feel like they were transported back to the Middle Ages.

There were no lights or loud music, wooden tables and chairs were crooked in the hall, and when he entered, Ivan was standing behind the bar in an old gown, his appearance changed drastically from a few months ago, he had a mustache, and he looked like he was a teenager, from a warm bartender to a calm middle-aged man.

"Two shots of vodka and a glass of orange juice, count on my head."

He quietly pressed the button under the bar, and a dark tunnel appeared at their feet.

Ivan locked the door and hung up a sign saying closing.

Two glasses of spirits to pay tribute to a friend you haven't seen for a long time.

So, the two glasses of vodka went to Lu Xiang and Yelu respectively, and Song Lan toasted Ivan with freshly squeezed orange juice.

He was under the impression that Ivan was always welcoming, and in addition to always getting his customers drunk, he was impeccable in his work, and the Gold Digger Bar needed such a bartender.

After Ivan left the 17th arrondissement, Roger, Valen, and Zhuang Chi often complained that the new bartenders were not as good as Ivan, which made them feel a little uninteresting when they visited Aoife and the previous mayor at the Gold Digger's Bar.

Aoye also always wanted to find someone who could replace Ivan, but the bartender changed two or three back and forth, and none of them could get close.

"To our friendship."

Song Lan took the lead in raising a glass.

"You slow me down first."

Ivan saw through Song Lan's tricks at a glance, he put down the vodka bottle in his hand, and snatched the cup from Yelu's hand, he didn't know what the origin of this child was, but she was obviously not old enough to drink.

There was clearly something wrong with the way the three drinks were served.

What kind of adult would hand a full glass of vodka to a child without blushing and heartbeat?

"Old Song, this is not right."

Ivan's eyes were gloomy, but in his attitude towards wine, he was pious and serious.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I think it's because you haven't seen me for too long, so you're confused, right?"

In the face of Ivan's forced questioning, Song Lan was calm, "When I encounter a drinking party, I always sit at the child's table, and you don't have to worry about her, this child's name is Yelu, she usually eats everything." ”

Ivan was speechless for a moment.

Because except for Song Lan, he had never seen a big man who could sit calmly at the children's table at the cocktail party!

But soon, his attention was forced to leave Song Lan and shift to the night heron, although he confiscated the night heron's cup, but the little girl picked up the vodka bottle that he had placed on the chair again.

Instead of drinking, she swallowed the bottle together.

For a moment, the little girl's mouth opened wide to the point of violating the structure of the human body, and like a mutated creature, she swallowed something she didn't know into her stomach.

"That's good."

The night heron who swallowed the bottle quickly gave feedback, her little face flushed and her body warm.

This thing called vodka is much better than energy drinks.

"Don't be stunned, come on, do this toast."

Song Lan finally drank the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and Ivan, who had become groggy because of the sudden scene in front of him, also caught his mouth and drank a full glass of spirits.

Song Lan was the most cunning person he had ever met.

Except for the first time, each time he was able to shirk the spirits with intrigue and substitute them with juice, which had never happened to anyone else.

"I'll let you go this time, and when you're done, you must come to me for a drink."

Ivan has lost count of how many times he has said this to Song Lan, and it has almost become a habitual conversation when they meet.

Song Lan also agreed as before, "Next time, next time." ”

It all seemed to go back to months ago, when they first met at the Gold Digger's Bar.

But now, their identities and positions are different, and there are still some difficult missions waiting for them to accomplish, which is why he called the two here.

Without conclusive evidence, the core members of the arrogant Iris Consortium would not have obediently cooperated with MI7's investigation.

"If you want to find useful clues, you'll have to go deep into the castle, but you should have inquired when you came, and it's not easy to sneak in."

"Do you have a way?"

"Yes, but I can't get you all in together."

Ivan nodded, "According to my plan, you will be the first to go." ”

"Me?"

Song Lan was stunned for a moment, he heard that only knights who served the Iris Consortium were eligible to enter the royal city, and even ordinary knights could only walk around the periphery, and only those members of the personal guard who were responsible for maintaining security could enter the inner area and meet the core members of the Iris Consortium.

He is very self-aware, and he has never possessed any noble spirit that belongs to a knight, "How can I Song Lan?" ”

"I didn't have a chance, but I heard that you are very good at cooking."

Ivan's eyes lit up, "You should have heard about Isabel, she has been out of appetite since she returned to the second arrondissement and was confined to her home, her mother is recruiting good chefs in the city in order to make her happy, and there are already many executive chefs of high-end restaurants in the city, all of which have ended in failure." ”

"Then I won't have a chance."

"No, you have."

Unexpectedly, it was not Ivan who refuted him, but Lu Xiang, "You are much better than the chefs of those high-end restaurants." ”

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

After being with Song Lan for so long, she has never questioned each other in terms of the level of fishing, killing, and cooking.

"I've been to a lot of high-end restaurants in core cities, and they're not as good as yours."

"But ......"

"Old Song, I believe in you."

Ivan patted Song Lan on the shoulder to show encouragement, and at the same time he quietly stuffed a small bottle of powdered medicine to Song Lan, "If necessary, you can give the medicine, but how to bring it in needs to be considered by yourself." ”

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The Ninety-Nine of the Small Theatre:

Wednesday, evening, month, year.

Song Lan found a serious problem, no matter how witty he was, Lu Xiang always wanted to play high, and always gave him a fatal blow at the unexpected opportunity.

It's not a good feeling to be toyed with.

Therefore, he decided to face Lu Xiang today.

"Lao Lu, let me ask you a question, where did you learn all these theories of the art of war?"

"I work in the counterintelligence service, and I usually deal with the most cunning people in the coalition government."

"However, I think I'm also very cunning."

He corrupted the staff of various departments under the nose of the Council, and the "Corporate Supremacy" was on the verge of being completely replaced by the "Salted Fish Programme", a feat that no cunning criminal in the coalition government had ever done.

"Indeed...... Do you want to hear the truth? ”

"Yes."

"We have a theory that if the wisdom of both sides is equal, the final competition is inner awareness, that is, the determination to achieve the goal, and it is clear that my consciousness is above you."

"That's not necessarily ......"

Song Lan's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Lu Xiang's hand was gently on his thigh, she didn't say anything, but her eyes expressed everything.

Seeing this, she approached Song Lan with satisfaction with her mouth, and exhaled in his ear, "Many times, you just don't admit it." ”

This time, Song Lan swallowed her saliva and never spoke again.

(End of chapter)