"Click."

"Drip."

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Ethan and Phillips looked at each other, and the latter had a strange look in his eyes: "You look like this, are you going to go out, or have you just come back?" ”

"Good morning."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders at Phillips, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Young people, the body is good."

Just now, Phillips saw the tattered T-shirt in Ethan's hand at a glance, and the bath towel wrapped around his body, no need to think about it, there must have been something extraordinary last night, so he could only shake his head enviously.

Grabbing the top of his bare head, he sighed and headed for the restaurant.

They stayed in the hotel until 12 o'clock at noon, and after lunch, the three of them took the elevator to the parking building, and when they were here, they changed into an ordinary van.

Unremarkable, mediocre.

This is in line with Ethan's impression of their CIA, that people who work as agents can't always be so flamboyant.

With Matt in the driver, the van headed all the way north.

In this city, the south is a wealthy area, and the north is mostly a slum, with two or three storey red brick houses, densely packed with dilapidated shacks.

The streets became small and dirty.

Overhead a ropeway, the cable car glides slowly through mid-air.

Last night, I saw the prosperity and splendor of Medellín, but today I went deep into the streets, and I felt the chaos in it, and the living bodhisattvas and addicts who helped the suffering on the streets can be seen everywhere.

These women, Ethan stayed away.

Maybe, it will be Ai, and the plum thing is likely to be drenched.

Turning around, he came to the back of a small three-story red brick building, where a new Corolla was parked, and Matt approached the car to stop.

At his greeting, the three got out of the car together.

Grab your luggage and head to the back door.

Matt held out his finger and rhythmically rang the doorbell.

Ten seconds later, hurried footsteps sounded, and with a bang, the iron door opened from the inside.

"Sir."

The door was opened by a brown-haired woman.

The eyes are bright, the bridge of the nose is high, and there are two or three small freckles.

She has fair skin and looks a little pretty.

"Catherine." Matt waved his hand to introduce the brown-haired woman, and then turned back and pointed separately, "Phillips, Ethan, these two people, will participate in this operation together." ”

Nodding with the woman named Catherine, the four of them walked up the narrow staircase.

"They're all on it."

Catherine took the lead and walked ahead, and a crisp voice sounded: "Everything is ready." ”

"Okay."

Matt replied to her and continued to walk up.

Coming to the second floor, I walked down the hallway, and the rooms I passed were outrageously simple, and I threw a new mattress on the floor.

Ethan's eyebrows jumped, and now he really came from a five-star hotel to the slum.

The group walked to the living room inside, and the two men in their twenties sitting on the sofa hurriedly stood up, one black and one white, with a mediocre appearance and very neat movements.

"Alan."

"Jonathan."

Matt continued, and everyone shook hands.

The short-haired blond man is Allen, with a faint scar on his forehead, and his figure is very strong.

The black man is Jonathan, with a wide nose and a large bald head.

When we first met, we all had kind smiles on our faces, and in the next few days, we were the ones who fought side by side.

In front of these people, Matt was full of momentum.

"Phillips and Ethan, both advisers to the Department of Defense." He looked at two men and one woman, and said in a deep voice: "This time, they will act with us, and one more person will come later." ”

"We're going to stay here for the past two days."

Matt walked over to the fridge and pulled out a few beers and continued: "If there's nothing to do, try not to go out, if you need anything, tell me and I'll arrange it." ”

In the living room, there are a few simple pieces of furniture.

Sofa, refrigerator, TV, and a few large boxes against the wall.

"Thank you."

Taking the beer, Ethan lifted the lid with a thanksgiving, the cold liquor swept away the heat from the road, the curtains of the balcony blew, and here he saw the roof of the bungalow stretching all the way down the mountain.

Faintly, you can still hear the laughter of the children around you.

"Sir."

Jonathan took a step forward, he rubbed his wide nose: "There are two rooms left on the second floor and one room on the third floor, you see how it is arranged." ”

When people arrive, they must settle down.

"I live on the third floor."

Ethan raised his hand and said unceremoniously.

The conditions are already simple, there are five men here, and the second floor is 100% snoring, and I can't accept it.

Hearing his words, the eyes of the few CIAs I just met flashed.

Looking at the age, the other party is about the same as himself.

I thought it was a follower, but I didn't expect it to be the first to choose, which surprised them a little.

"No problem."

Matt didn't say anything, he looked at his watch: "Familiarize yourself with the environment first, and in five minutes, gather here." ”

"I'll take you up."

Catherine reached out to Ethan, wanting to take his backpack.

"Thanks, I'll do it myself." Ethan politely waved his hand and refused, and followed her towards the stairs.

Army green cargo pants and gray tank top.

Catherine walked quite sassy, twisting and twisting.

"What's your specialty?"

She didn't look back, and asked crisply.

Ethan hurriedly withdrew his gaze, damn Phillips, and made such a glamorous private jet trip, hooking up his desires.

"Hmm."

He coughed dryly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's more accurate to shoot, as for the rest, I don't know if it's a specialty." ”

"Oh."

Catherine has seen a lot of people who shoot accurately, but for the sake of the other party's handsome appearance, she still asked curiously, "Where are you from?" Listening to the accent is like being in the east. ”

"Pennsylvania."

"Miami."

Catherine turned around and shook Ethan's hand again, "Nice to meet you." ”

"Thanks, so do I."

Ethan smiled and walked with her up the narrow staircase.

Upstairs, there are two rooms, one on the left and one on the right.

On the right, it was obvious that there was already a human occupancy, a floral sheet on the mattress, and colorful clothes piled up in the corner.

"It's mine."

Catherine quickly closed the door, "You can stay in another room." ”

Unexpectedly, her dress was so hot.

In just a few seconds, Ethan saw the thong mixed in, and he smiled and nodded.

Nothing to say, the accommodation is just a mattress.

I threw my backpack up and walked out of the room, next to a communal shower room, and then outside, there was an oversized rooftop.

Ethan walked quickly out of the rooftop, where there were two reclining chairs.

Walking around the edge of the rooftop, taking in the terrain around him, he looked at it for a while before going downstairs with Catherine.

(End of chapter)