The full moon is in the sky, and the night sky is dark blue. The figures on the opposite side are clearly visible. It is just past midnight.

The waves rush over the reefs, and four figures came from a distance, stopped and stood by the sea. The humid sea breeze with a strong fishy smell and salty smell was blowing.

"Are we leaving like this? The troubles around Xiaomao's side have not been completely solved?" The golden-eyed cat pursed the wind-blown strands behind her ears. She was born with a beauty with a big breast, a thin waist, and a long legs. Her bulging and erect figure was sexy and hot. She exuded a mature style from her bones, and a very simple action gave people a deep charm. She looked at the people around her and said with a smile: "Are we a little irresponsible? At the beginning, the task given to us by my aunt was not halfway."

"Octopus, this time the four of us are back, you are the one who leads the team. What do you say?" asked the 27 or 28-year-old woman with short hair, long face, thick eyebrows, slender eyes, thin hooks beside the golden-eyed cat with petite figure and short hair with ears.

"Removal. The big trouble has been solved. There are a few small shrimps left, so let the little Maotou find a way to deal with it himself. If he can't even pass this level, it's better to die as soon as possible."

"Yoyo, I said octopus, why are you so cruel? The little hairy head is quite rare. Those curved eyebrows are so cute! Hi..."

"Hmph, cuteness is useless. A stinky little boy, as delicate as a woman. From him, I can't feel the kind of wisdom beads on my aunt's body, and the domineering behavior of plotting the world. I don't understand, such a person, why is he so nervous about me?"

"It's very simple, because he is the grandson of his aunt." The awl was carrying his shoes and drifting around in the sea with barefoot. Hearing the octopus, he looked up and said.

"Anyway, it's not my biological child..." Octopus muttered in a low voice.

"What does it matter if you are kinship or not? My aunt valued him very much, and she is also the one who will lead us in the future."

"Hmph. It depends on whether he has the strength. If he wants to take advantage of his aunt's relationship, I, the first Octopus, will not accept him."

"Don't worry, that boy is very arrogant and arrogant. He doesn't know about this matter yet. When he knows everything in the future, he will say whether he agrees or not." The golden-eyed cat is very good at seeing people, especially men. Any man who falls into her eyes rarely gets confused.

"Forget it, let's talk about the future. By the way, octopus, when will the contact ship arrive?"

"It's already here, look." Looking in the direction of the octopus' finger, a briggish fishing boat made a low roar and slowly approached, and finally stopped forty or fifty meters away. Someone on the boat used a flashlight to signal.

"Let's go, we go. We must leave the Chinese waters before dawn." The octopus was the first to pounce into the sea and swam towards the fishing boat.

"I understand, understand. The ground in the capital is very dangerous now. The earlier you leave, the better!" The golden-eyed cat tied up his blonde hair, tied it behind his head, and followed the other three people into the sea.

The fishing boats disappeared shortly after the horizontal line, several people rushed to the place where the Golden Eye Cat and the other four were staying not long ago. The footprints on the ground had long been washed away by the sea water. However, there was still a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy left on the scene.

One of the few people was burly and determined, looking at the sea in the distance, and said disappointedly: "We are one step later. It seems that someone is picking them up. Immediately report the situation here to the team leader Bai and ask him to contact the coast guard immediately, block the nearby sea surface, and intercept all suspicious ships."

"Yes." Someone took out the phone and contacted the report. Someone asked, "What should we do now?"

"Get away, go back and meet with the comrades from other groups and see how they are doing there."

The few people came and went in a hurry, and their figures quickly merged into the darkness.

The capital city has been very disturbed these two days. Many spies from other countries lurking around the capital were dug out. However, there is still no clue to the two incidents of Yanziwu and the temporary detention place of the attack. The fat white man's eyes turned red and lost at least 30 kilograms. His temper became more and more irritable. He got angry at any time, which made the people around him silent.

The cell phone was buzzing and trembling. The fat white man who had just led a few people out of the car and walked into the special elevator answered the phone with a rough and arrogant attitude.

"I have something to say and it's so fart. I'm very busy now. Don't waste my time... Well? Director? Are you not in Kunming? Go back to the capital?"

Not caring about the white fat man's attitude and tone, Leng Qingshuang replied on the phone: "No, I'm still in Kunming, that's right, you can put down all the work you have at your fingertips and go to the international hotel to contact the chairman of the board of Roman Investment Group, Roman Feile, who came from Europe."

The fat white man became anxious when he heard this and said loudly: "Why am I going to meet him? The work I have on hand..."

Before the fat white man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Leng Qingshuang. "Immediately, immediately, this is the order."

The fat white man hung up the phone. He held his cell phone and kept answering the phone. After a while, he felt a terrible fire running around in his heart. In the public, the other party was the director and his immediate boss, and he had to ignore the orders of his superiors. In private, Leng Qingshuang had never violated anything that he asked him to do so far.

"Blackhead, something happened again?" In the past two days, not only the fat man, but everyone in the Secret Service was busy. The feet hit the back of the head. The nerves became a string. The most fearful and worried about was something happening again.

The fat white man had a dark face and remained silent, which made the person who was asking about it feel scared, for fear that he would say the wrong thing and touch the team leader's bad intentions.

"It's okay, you guys go up and I'll go out. I'll inform me immediately if there is any news." The fat white man who had just walked into the elevator walked out again.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the few people who stayed in the elevator breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The pressure was too great when they were with the team leader. He was the leader of the action team and the old man from the Secret Service. He was in a bad mood and could vent his anger at them when he had a temper.

But as subordinates, these people have nowhere to suck them. They can only hold them in, and keep them in, and they feel that their bladders are getting bigger. I wonder if the limited number of lesbians in the Secret Service will cause irregular menstruation.

"Our white-headed face is almost black. Tell me, will something happen again?"

"No. If something big happens again, the white-headed guy can remove the elevator. Now we can still stand inside and use it to go upstairs. It proves that nothing has happened."

"Well, it makes sense. Then, where can Baitou go? It seemed like the director called just now? Haha, the relationship between the director and our Baitou is very close. There are five groups in the Secret Service, and it seems that we Baitou often contact the director!"

"Pig Head, teach you how to be good. If you want to stay in the action team in the future, talk less and do more. Also, don't talk about the leader behind your back. Especially don't inquire about the relationship between us, Baitou and the director. Otherwise, you won't know how you die at that time."

"I understand, understand, I only have this one time, I will never ask you in the future, let's talk about it. Am I curious here!"

"Curiousness kills cats. Have you heard of this common saying? It is to describe someone like you."

"Get out, if I were a cat, you would be a mouse. I'll catch you all day long."

"Tsk, I haven't seen American cartoons cats and mice? The winners are usually Jack, not Tom."

Hahaha... The conversation between the two made the rest of them laugh.

This is how people are. When there is too much pressure, you must need a few cheerful people to make fun of them to relieve the pressure. And the advantage of the team is that such people will never be short of them.

When the fat white man walked to the International Hotel in gray suit and sunglasses, he found dozens of reporters and photographers carrying long guns and short cannons surrounded by the door. After inquiring, he found out that these people were from major media in Beijing. He waited here to interview the chairman of the board of the European Roman Group, Mr. Roman Feller. He was all turned away and told that Mr. Roman refused all interview activities. If there was anything, he would ask questions until the press conference was held later, and there would be a dedicated answer.

The press conference is for the public, and there is no first-hand exclusive news to take the lead. Without exclusive information, how can our own media stand out among many peers? Unless there is a chance to conduct an exclusive interview with the legendary Earl of Fell. But this is simply impossible.

Although they received a reply from Roman Group, the reporters at the scene were kept out of the gate by the hotel security guards and had not left yet, just hoping that a miracle would happen.

After the fat white man revealed his identity, he squeezed through the noisy group of reporters under the leadership of a special person and entered the hotel lobby. Under the guidance of the visitor, he went directly to the presidential suite on the 22nd floor.

"Mr. Bai, our chairman is waiting for you inside, please come in." The young man in charge of leading the way said politely and turned around and left.

The fat white man didn't knock on the door, but pushed it straight in.

It is worthy of being the presidential suite, spacious and luxurious, with a purple-red leather sofa in the middle of the living room. A tall and burly old man in a white suit was standing between the sofa and the coffee table. When he saw the fat white man coming in, he was surprised at first, then smiled and walked forward.

"Welcome, dear sir, welcome your visit. I am Roman Felle." As he said that, he stretched out his hand.

The fat white man's foreign language was 250. But he vaguely understood this sentence. He also reached out and held it with the other party. Regardless of whether the other party could understand Chinese or not, he sat on the sofa casually, raised his hand to signal the owner to sit down, and went straight to the point. "If you want us, you can just say it directly."

"Sir, who are you?" said Earl Fell.
Chapter completed!