Anne, an unfamiliar name.

Francis, a familiar surname.

Maybe some people can't remember this surname, but Gu Bei still remembers.

It was a half-breed family that migrated from America to France, originally affiliated with the Secret Party, but later became independent from the Secret Party, oscillating between the Secret Party and the old aristocracy.

The reason why Gu Bei was able to remember it was mainly because of one person.

The former Miss Chen family, Eri's grandmother, Uesugi Yue's mother, Charlotte Chen.

After this woman left the Chen family, she followed her French relatives back to France and joined the Francis family.

So in a way, Charlotte Chen's real name should be Charlotte Francis, or Charlotte Chan Francis.

According to the information that Gu Bei currently has, this Francis family is inextricably linked with Odin, so Gu Bei has always had the idea of launching an investigation against the Francis family.

But for a variety of reasons, this idea has never been implemented.

Now, the clues were sent to him on their own initiative.

However, Gu Bei hesitated.

The face that the woman used just now is obviously not her true face, so could this name be real?

Even if the name is true, is it really just a coincidence that you came across this kind of place?

If it's not a coincidence, then what is the purpose of the other party?

Is it yourself, or is it ......

Gu Bei looked at Eri Yi and thought for a moment.

"Tsk, that's a coincidence." Gu Bei grabbed his hair, and then held Anne's business card in his hand.

The magic machine was activated, and the high temperature of the palm of the hand melted the pure gold business card for the second time in an instant, and Gu Bei pinched the business card into a small gold bar with his hand.

Gu Bei came to the exchange office with Eri Yi and Sakura and threw the gold bar on the table: "Help me change it into chips, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The Belarusian girl left with the nuggets of gold, and after a while she returned with a stack of chips: "Sir, your chips."

"Let's split up," Gu Bei divided the chips between Eri and Sakura, "Have fun."

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

When Gu Bei's side was "working hard" to accumulate money and accumulate funds to meet Vincent, Fingal's side had already found the captain of the YAAL - Sasha Ryerbako.

Actually, it's not hard to find this guy, because as long as you're on the boat, you can hear the radio sound from time to time.

"Hello, Hello, this is the YAAL, we are sailing on the 72° north latitude, can you have a chat with any dear friends nearby?" I expect you to be an American with a sense of humor, ha! The last time I met a German guy who lives in Munich, the joke was so cold, I didn't react until a week after I went ashore, and suddenly I laughed at the table in the bar, and everyone thought I was a psychopath!"

That's right, the guy on this radio is Relbacco.

In fact, he was not talking to the radio, but shouting about the possible ships around him in the radio channel, but he was so bored that he connected the radio to the radio microphone so that the guests on the ship could hear him.

If he just listens to the content, he is more like a host of an evening radio show than a captain.

Perhaps putting him in charge of the BBC's evening news broadcasts will be effective in recovering the BBC's declining ratings.

Unfortunately, despite his fervent desire for someone to answer him over the radio, the radio remained absolutely silent, and there was very little noise.

And rightfully so.

There may be only ten ships in the world that dare to sail openly here in the Arctic Ocean this season.

At this moment the other ships are either huddled in the military port or scattered in other corners of the Arctic Ocean

State-of-the-art long-wave radios can only call a few hundred kilometers at best.

In other words, they sailed through Jedi that almost no one could reach.

There is a saying that if you are driving on this kind of route, you will suffer from depression if you are not careful, after all, this feeling is like the whole world is left with such a boat, that feeling of loneliness and loneliness.

Relbacco had just had a bit of a drink, so he wanted to try his luck.

If you happen to be able to call other polar ships, you usually change the voyage slightly and go on a short run, stopping by and talking over the radio for an hour or two – the third most boring event on the Arctic Ocean.

The biggest is drinking.

The second biggest is gambling money.

"Alas! I can't find anyone to talk to tonight!" Relbacco sighed, "Then I'll go to the casino to try my luck, first mate, this ship will be handed over to you for the time being!"

He stumbled out, completely unaware that the first mate he had entrusted with the task was drunk at all—the thing had been lying on the steering wheel for half an hour.

Leaving the warm command center, the crisp wind in the corridor cleared him up a bit, and he paced to the porthole, watching the YAAL pass by an iceberg again, and puffed out a puff of smoke faintly.

"You look a little nostalgic." A flirtatious voice sounded beside him, and the accent sounded like that of a German—the German from Munich who told him a bad joke was the accent, and he was quite impressed.

Relbacco turned his head and saw a young man of great size—so strong that he thought he was seeing a polar bear on the Arctic ice field.

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The bear-like man had an Aryan face, bright blonde hair, and stiff lines of his face—a German, as Relbacho had guessed.

The German man wore a white woolen coat, which made him look more like a polar bear, but that wasn't the focus of Relbacho's attention.

The point is...... When was this guy standing here?

Relbacco had been standing by the porthole for five minutes, not noticing when the young man was approaching him.

Relbacco's eyes narrowed, "Miss? Perhaps. Sailing in such lonely seas, we give each iconic iceberg a girl's name, they are always waiting for us, and when we see them, we know where we are without looking at the charts."

Relbacco sighed for a moment, then asked, "What do you call it?"

"Fingal, Fingal von Frijns, and the Germans who tell you bad jokes."

"You're also from Munich."

"Almost."

"Then we're really fated to be there, Mr. Fingal," Relbacco smiled heartily, "is there anything we can do for you?"

"Can you take me to meet the captain?"

"Oh, is that what you're asking for?" Relbacco straightened his captain's hat, "Now that you've seen it, as you can see, Sasha Rybalko, the captain of the YAAL, ready to serve you!"

"No, it's not you." Fingal pulled a cigar from the dining room from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

At this moment, Fingal is no longer the tail of a crane that has been repeating for seven years, but an elite half-breed with dragon blood in his body and gold lining his collar.

Fingal's news agency in Kassel has a variety of nicknames, such as paparazzi, briquette cleaners, bleach, and the like.

However, many people may not know that the paparazzi also has an unknown nickname.

Wolves.

The king of the paparazzi is, in fact, the king of the wolves.

"Let's be clear, Alexander." The king of the pack locked onto Relbacco with his golden pupils, like a predator aiming at his prey.

It had been a long time since Raybacho had felt such a strong aura of death, and his heartbeat curved steeply and zigzagly for a moment

Icebergs outside - if there is indeed a heartbeat machine here that can show the changes in his heartbeat.

He subconsciously bent his knees, leaned forward, and tucked his hands into his sleeves, which was an attempt to grab the dagger hidden inside.

But he felt empty.

This is a kind of "body memory", like a person who is very skilled with a knife, even if he just stands there casually with a knife, he will show a strong edge.

Major Alexander Rybalko, who served in the Alpha unit of the Russian Federal Security Service, wore an Alpha unit combat uniform with a dagger stuck in the sleeve of the uniform at all times.

But now his clothes are just ordinary sailors' suits — not the kind worn by Japanese high school students, but sailors' suits.

Naturally, the murder weapon will not be hidden in the sleeve of this kind of clothing.

Unable to hold the dagger as he wished, Relbacco's heart suddenly felt a little uneasy, this is an instinctive reaction, when the animals are faced with natural predators, they will instinctively crave the power of resistance, but when their resistance does not work, they will panic.

Relbacco, of course, is no exception.

Rather, the fact that Fingal did not collapse directly to the ground when he called out the name "Alexander" already shows that he has cultivated the last professional qualities in the Alpha Army.

Alexander...... This name was buried by his own hands.

He changed his home address and phone number, cut off all of his old friends, and even hired hackers to hack into the Alpha Force's servers, delete his files, and perform several facial micro-plastic surgeries...... And everything he did was to abandon the name, to abandon the past of Alexander Ryrbako.

There should be no Alexander Ryrbako in the world.

There is only Sasha Rylbako in the world.

But now, the name appeared in front of him again, and he remembered to climb back from hell and wanted to drag the owner of his name to hell with him.

Those golden eyes stared at him, as if they saw everything behind him.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Alexander." Fingal looked away from him and looked back at the iceberg outside the porthole.

Without the gaze of the golden pupil, Relbacco's whole person suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but then, Fingal's next sentence made the heart that put him down hang.

"I just wanted to meet Mr. Vincent." Fingal said.

"Vincent is ......"

Relbacco tried to play dumb, but Fingal was impatient.

"You only have one chance, Alexander." Fingal said.

His voice became cold and unmistakable, perhaps never seen in the whole of Kassel such a Fingal, so sharp and aggressive.

In fact, Fingal's personality is like this, and the faceless and skinless he usually shows is not a disguise, but Fingal has good patience, so he is willing to play with others - but in the Greenland Ice Sea, his patience is almost exhausted.

As long as he is in this sea, Fingal can feel the pain from the heart every second.

And what Fingal, who had lost his patience, would do, even Fingal himself did not know.

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Blocked by Fingal's words, Relbacco breathed a sigh of relief and closed his mouth.

The two fell silent.

The people around them were like flowing water, and Relbacco and Fingal stood silently, like two reefs in the flowing water.

After a long silence, Relbacho's tense body slowly relaxed, and he was a little helpless: "It's not that I don't want to take you to the boss, but you have to follow the rules of the ship on the ship."

Fingal was not unreasonable: "What rules?"

"The captain doesn't like to see outsiders, so he has made a rule on the ship that only the person who gambles the most is entitled to go up to see the captain."

After Ryrbacco finished speaking, he hit up and down

Fingal was measured: "With all due respect, Mr. Fingal, you may not be able to enter the tables of an open casino, let alone the boss's private room."

So, money is still needed.

Fingal sighed, but Raybaco was telling the truth.

He couldn't afford to pay a dollar for his whole body, and he still owed a lot of money to his brothers at the news agency — and although he wasn't short of money, he really couldn't pay it if he were asked to pay it.

Fingal sighed, a little helpless.

Sensing that Fingal's mood had eased somewhat, Relbacco was completely relaxed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fingal. Rules are rules, I know you are strong, but no matter how strong you are, you must follow the rules, otherwise even if you throw me into the sea of ice, you will not be able to see the boss, if you really need to see the boss, then you can prepare the money first, according to my experience, two million dollars should be about the same."

Raybacco had just finished speaking, and before Fingal could speak, another voice interjected: "Two million dollars, right?"

Relbacco looked over and saw that it was a young Asian man with a handsome face, accompanied by two beautiful girls with their own characteristics.

With Fingal's experience, Relbacco did not dare to be too presumptuous, but asked respectfully, "......Who are you?"

"Under the surname Gu, Gu Bei." As Gu Bei spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Fingal, "It's the boss of this guy."

Relbacho: "......"