The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Champs Elysées, Elysée Palace.

On the way back to District [-] from District [-], Li Feng finally saw this famous street and the palace that could only be seen in the video.

It is said that it is a palace, but when compared with the one in my hometown, it still looks very cold. Whether it is the scale of the area or the grandeur of the building, one yard after another, in addition to its long-standing reputation, it is not even as good as the gates of some residential areas. Head, come luxury.

The two-story buildings along the street are full of Baroque flavor. Through the dark iron gate, you can see the neat lawn inside. Behind the arch in the middle, you can see the three-story manor building.

If it weren't for this location where every inch of land is so valuable, I'm afraid that many castles in the southern countryside would be much more luxurious than this one. It's hard to believe how many people can be accommodated in this small manor building.

I took a car during the day and discovered that the road intersections in Tieta City were really weird compared to the past stereotypes. Others were intersections, while others were rice-shaped intersections in a radial shape.

The resulting buildings are a bit strange in terms of orientation and shape. Not to mention facing north and south, other people's houses are at least square. Their buildings are all in the shape of acute triangles when they extend to the intersection.

In this era, there are not many vehicles, and because of the intersection's layout, there are so many traffic jams during the day that Li Feng can't even complain.

Urban planning is really a mess, wayward, too wayward.

The guard in front of the door looked at Li Feng who opened the car window and stretched his head. He looked at him "sneakily" pointing toward the Elysee Palace with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

However, Li Feng in the car was pointing to the feathers on his helmet, asking the bald man whether they were plucked from a parrot or some other bird.

Also looking at the motorcade downstairs, there were more than just guards at the door.

The Elysée Palace is separated by a garden from the Matignon Palace.

In the corridor on the second floor, Mr. George was holding a cup of coffee and listening to the reports from the people below through the lobby window.

"According to the situation analysis, the Counterintelligence Division had arrested them in advance last night and had already entered the prison when the explosion occurred. They did not have the time to commit the crime. They should not have done it!"

Director of the Seventh Bureau, Paul Jacquie, closed the report submitted by his subordinates. Facing Mr. George, who had his back turned to him, he looked a little ashamed. After checking it all night, the answer sheet handed in below had already identified the biggest suspect. The man picked it out, and he was sweating profusely.

"It should, Jacquie, tell me, what should it mean? Could it be that the people of Fobole crossed the Atlantic just to fight to the death with them here?"

"How long have you been in charge of the seventh bureau? One year or two years? Now such a major security incident has occurred. The results of the investigation all night are these. The emergency meeting of the cabinet will start at three o'clock. Please give me a should?"

George, who had always been gentle and unfazed when big things happened, rarely got angry at the head of the security department, and he did it in the corridor, almost in full view of everyone.

"I'm very sorry, I will urge them as soon as possible..."

"Their embassy has sent a note, which was placed on my desk two hours before you arrived. Four people went on a trip and are now dead in the cave of those monkeys. How much time do you want me to give you~! "

George spoke very fast at this time, and coupled with the movement of pinching his fingers together, the person in charge of the seventh game lowered his head with an annoyed and frustrated look on his face.

"These Foboles are not here for tourism. A Gypsy camp in the northern suburbs was massacred, and the evidence points to them~!"

Seeing that his boss had finished venting his anger, Jacquie argued a little, trying to restore his lost image.

"What I want to investigate is not those damn Gypsies. Their life and death has nothing to do with us. They are a group of shameful thieves who have not paid a single franc in taxes. The funds allocated to you by the finance department are not for you to investigate these. You understand. What~!”

"Yes~!"

Seeing that one sentence made his boss angry again, the incompetent director of the seventh bureau once again felt that he had more than enough ambition but not enough power. He didn't know why his boss was clinging to those people.

However, his intelligence department had already issued a report. The time when those people were imprisoned was completely inconsistent with the time when the incident broke out. He didn't know who to believe at all.

"Where's the Counterintelligence Division? Have you found any evidence?"

Holding on to his last glimmer of hope, George had serious doubts about the head of the intelligence department in front of him.

"No, no...!"

Glancing at Paul Jacquier with pity, George turned and entered his office. He had never been so disappointed in the seventh inning, ever.

At the same time, the Elysee Palace.

General Gao Legao carefully read through the relevant information, most of which were conversations between a young man in the [-]th District in the morning.

"It has been confirmed that they did it. Whether it is the blood stains on the shoulders or the scars on the faces of their operational team members, they all occurred after returning to the hotel for the second time. As for why these Eagle personnel came here, it needs careful investigation. , there is definitely a shadow of C.I.A., and it is not ruled out that the two parties can use each other."     The report on the table at this time is much clearer than the report next door. If it is said that what Jacquie got is a watershed version, then, now it is placed on What is on the desktop is the carefully selected elite version.

Of course, it depends on who chooses the dishes.

"The monsoon from the Pacific Ocean blows to the Rhine River, hum~!"

Holding the cigar on the ashtray in his hand, General Gao Lega subconsciously glanced to the west.
  "Try this cigar, Colonel Fernand, and tell me what you think of them?"

With a sense of taking a test, he closed the investigation report again, took out a cigar from the drawer, and threw it away. This meant that he was very satisfied with the result.

"Operation masters, although they have some flaws, no one was injured and could completely retreat. We can give them this evaluation. Moreover, the c.i.a suffered a loss in their hands, otherwise they would not arrange for their personnel to enter the 'swimming pool' again..."

After recalling his observations, Fernan gave a fair evaluation. The most important thing was that the things they had hidden had not yet been found. He had to admit that these visitors from the far east had something.

"No, no, no, you know, that's not all I'm talking about. You have to look at it from a political perspective, otherwise, you will always stay where you are!"

General Gao Legao shook his head and said meaningfully with a hint of directness unique to soldiers.

"There is no doubt that they have the same ideas as us about that country, and they have the courage to take action. According to the Eastern code of conduct, they will not act without instructions."

"Yes, that's it, keep talking~!"

After nodding, Gao Lego put out his cigar and sat upright with great interest. It seemed that Fernan's words had touched his itch, and now he started to get serious.

"The place they chose to exchange fire, the embassy, ​​proves that they want to get their things back, but to get it back, both parties will definitely need to shake hands and negotiate. It can be seen that their superiors are also well prepared. Mr. Furr's predecessor If you go, there may be better results. After all, in the past, it has always been an obstacle~!"

At this time, Gao Legao showed a very appreciative look, and his shoulders slumped down a little. It seemed that the burden on his shoulders was lighter. Internally and externally, it really made him physically and mentally exhausted.

"So, how did you do it?"

"Because the issue is major and involves national security, and both parties involved are foreigners, our investigation requires a rigorous attitude in order to provide satisfactory answers. The longer the time, the more careful the investigation can be. Since it is an investigation, it must be It needs to be closed and we can only wait for the result!”

Pointing his finger at his really smart and capable subordinate, Golego directly pushed the cigar cutter and lighter over. It was rare for his subordinates to smoke cigars in this office. After crossing his legs, he held up the bridge of his nose and continued to give instructions.

"News, newspapers, if you lack them, it is like a rooster being pinched by the throat. News needs to be released. It does not rule out that both parties are because of money, women, etc. No matter what the reason is, let them guess for themselves, so that they will not Focus on Ful, we can’t depend on anyone, the only way to regain our dignity is by ourselves~!”

"Yes, General~!"

Although the answer was not perfect, it was rare that Fernan did not bring cigars back with him like everyone else. Being able to smoke them here was already a great honor.

"They can't relax and continue investigating. The C.I.A. must have some clues and handed them into their hands~!"

He tapped his fingers on the folder and then pushed it directly to the table, which is similar to the domestic custom of serving tea to guests.

However, the general's words seemed to remind Colonel Fernand that there was indeed something that he did not add to the record.

"Roger that!"

"The person in charge of Li Feng said that because it was too ridiculous and unbelievable, we did not add it to this document~!"

Holding the report and walking hesitantly to the door, Colonel Fernand hesitated for a moment, then turned around and brought up the information leaked by Li Feng.

"What's going on~!"

Gao Legao raised his head and looked at the door doubtfully.

"He said that the person in charge of C.I.A. Europa told the news when he was drunk, and planned to assassinate them in a month or two...!"

"Pfft~!"

They both laughed at the same time, probably the best joke either of them had ever heard in their lives.

After Colonel Fernand closed the door, Gao Lego's smile gradually faded, he crossed his arms and looked at the door deeply. (End of chapter)