The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Its daybreak.

The city of Gallic Towers has entered a day destined to be noisy.

The scene on the second floor of the Crown Hotel looks as if the demolition team has been at work.

The corridor was littered with mattresses, bed boards, carpets, and even the toilet in the bathroom that had been removed from the room and moved to the corridor.

Looking at the cotton mixed with duck down floating on the floor, I wonder if the hotel owner will have a heart attack when he sees this scene.

The scene inside the house was as if it had returned to what it was like before the hotel was renovated. It was a mess, as if it had been gnawed by a dog. As a result, nothing was found.

The special agents of the Counterintelligence Division of the Seventh Bureau were squatting on the ground, taking pictures one by one of the paper materials found in the room. They took one picture, and the person who was familiar with the text took it and looked at it carefully. stand up.

"Not even this one~!"

As the camera finished taking the last picture, the young man next to him of middle-high school mixed race hesitated and shook his head, gathered the paper documents and handed them out.

"All of them are quotations about trade, and some are about purchase unit prices for machinery and chemicals, but there is no information about high-end embargoed technology~!"

The two people looked at each other and rubbed their red eyeballs almost at the same time. They worked hard all night, but the result was useless. At this time, they only felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Colonel Fernand~!"

Looking at the people coming in the corridor, the two detectives who were squatting on the ground hurriedly stood up and saluted. The detectives who were still searching the house heard the noise outside and walked out of the house one after another. The boss salutes.

"I just want results~!"

The middle-aged man with two mustaches looked at each other with all the agents present with a clear look. As the two mustaches trembled, a low and hoarse voice resounded throughout the corridor.

All the detectives who looked at him naturally came up with no results. They almost demolished the hotel after a night of hard work, but found nothing. The boss couldn't wait to come in person, who dared to take the initiative to say something.

"Colonel Fernand, I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I haven't found anything useful yet, so I can't accuse them~!"

The person in charge of this operation, Senior Agent Gaspar of the Counterintelligence Division, looked a little embarrassed. He also personally supervised the whole night, even removing the mattresses and bedding. The last hope, those stacks of paper information are now I didn't find any problems, so I had no choice but to stand up and take on my boss's wrath.

Unexpectedly, the BOSS of the Counterintelligence Department did not seem to be angry, and his face was very calm. He wandered around several rooms, looked at the scene where even the chandelier was taken down, glanced at it, and then moved to the next room.

"The radio monitoring station has intercepted and received several telegrams sent by them. Are you trying to tell me that they didn't even find the radio station?"

It wasn't until he saw the last room that Colonel Fernand stood up and looked out the window at the big iron tower standing not far away. One sentence made everyone present break out in cold sweat. What was supposed to come was what was coming.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Colonel Fernand, we will search again, but please give me a chance so that I can interrogate them myself~!"

Gaspar, the person in charge of on-site operations, carefully glanced at the stern BOSS and asked tentatively, pinning his hopes on prying open the mouths of the CN people.

In his own country, he was involved with people from the C.I.A. He was confident that as long as he took action, the soles of those people's feet would bear the most vicious punishment. He swore that he would be able to pry anyone's mouth open.

"That's it. They are guests. Since they have not conducted any espionage, let them go. In terms of attitude, give them due respect!"

Colonel Fernand pondered for a moment, and everyone present felt a chill in their hearts. After he announced the order in a low and hoarse voice, everyone quickly lowered their heads.

"But, Colonel Fernand, they had a fight with the C.I.A. people yesterday...!"

Gaspar, the senior detective at the scene, was quite unwilling. Even the radio station identified by the monitoring station was not found. It was not only embarrassing, but also embarrassing. Guoguo's display ability was not good, but here. It's really not the case. If you close the team without any gains, how should other departments view you?

Moreover, contacting other countries’ intelligence agencies on their own soil does not mean that the other country is a friendly guest. Friendly guests should cooperate rather than resist.

"Gaspar, tell me what to do now, huh~?"

After turning around, Colonel Fernand looked directly at Gaspar, even took a step closer, and slowly asked in his ear this question that seemed to come from a distant edge.

"One of these people holds a diplomatic passport. Do you know what that means?" "Colonel Fernand, I understand, but except for him, none of them...!"

"Senior Agent Gaspar, I suggest you put away your stupid ideas. Your dangerous actions will bring us serious trouble. Now, since no problems have been found, then, close the team~! "

Pressing heavily on the senior agent's shoulders, Colonel Fernand looked at the other special agents, and then slowly walked out of the room.

The following people may not be clear about the intricate relationships within Gaul, between pro-hawks, pro-British factions, and independent factions. But he is the head of a department directly under the Seventh Bureau. How could he not be aware of the deeper intentions of the higher-ups.

Whether c.i.a is testing them, or testing them who live here, it is neither clear nor clear. Everyone has different abilities to comprehend. At least, they have done what they should do, and whether they have received anything else Let people find the results they want.

"Hey, man, you can't sleep here~!"

In his sleep, Li Feng, who had reached the rank of first-rank official, married a nine-room concubine, and was blindfolded playing hide-and-seek in the back garden, shivered all over and was awakened by the urge to urinate.

Blinking his eyes, his vision gradually changed from blurry to clear. Suddenly he felt someone touching him. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Only then did he see clearly in his cubicle. Unexpectedly, there was an extra person. Residents.

The Persian cat lady in red was also imprisoned at some point. Thinking of the inexplicable touch just now, Li Feng hurriedly checked his clothes.

Fortunately, the body is perfect.

Li Feng breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the Persian cat lady squatting in the corner, hugging her knees, with a look of contempt on her face.

No matter what you search, if you can find something on yourself, then you are really better than those people outside.

"Get aside~!"

Pointing at the Persian cat, Li Feng kicked her toes with his right foot and raised his chin to the side.

"Que?"

"WC, you, look look?"

Pointing to the toilet in the single room, Li Feng imitated Jacky Cheung and stretched his neck, looking like shit, then he started to unbutton his belt without any scruples. The Persian cat lady on the side seemed to be extremely frightened and rushed towards Li Feng. I lay on the bench all night last night.

"Fuck, Fuck, Bitch~!"

Tina, who was originally brought in and wanted to search for the camera, was hurt again. Not even a hair on this man's body, not to mention the camera, was missing. But now that he woke up, she still searched. A hammer.

"Wow, wow, wow, my urine is yellow, no, I'm angry~!"

The bladder that had been held in all night suddenly collapsed, not to mention how refreshing it was. Li Feng hadn't slept so well for a long time. He remembered the last time.

No, this woman didn't even hear her coming in. Her nerves couldn't be that thick. She wouldn't have given herself a sweat medicine, would she?
  Coupled with the fact that he heard the stinky woman behind him scolding him, Li Feng started to tease her. Before he turned around halfway, he saw the Persian cat's eyes widening and looking at places he shouldn't be looking at.

"What?"

"Are you looking for this?"

The appearance of the miniature camera flashed in front of the Persian cat, directly drawing her eyes from one place to another.

At this time, the Persian cat was stunned, eyes widened, and looked at Li Feng in disbelief. He didn't know whether he couldn't believe that the camera was actually still in his hand, or he was shocked elsewhere.

After zipping up the zipper, the camera in her hand disappeared again. The dull-faced Persian cat looked very ugly for a moment. She didn't search that place...

It’s really unimaginable that this person could be so shameless and hide the camera there, why the outside detectives didn’t search it.

Too shady (cheap). (End of chapter)