Ingrid nodded: "It should be still here, it is a proof."

"Take it over and let me see." Fang Han said: "It is very likely that Brooks has come into contact with this bomb. I need to capture his breath to find him!"

Ingret looked bad and stared at him.

Fang Han said: "Let's go back in shame, and CIA will not deal with justice and order!"

Ingret said: "That's better than dying here!"

Although the two of them were talking locally, they could still find them if they really had to go through the sieve.

Fang Han said: "Now is a race against time, let's see who finds who first!... When will you arrive as soon as possible?"

"At least one day."

"Then contact us now!" Fang Han nodded and said, "As fast as possible!"

"Or you can find someone from the CIA and get Brooks' belongings through them." Ingret said: "That's faster."

She knew Fang Han's strange intuition and could sense the master's position through her breath.

Fang Han said: "The people of CIA can't believe it anymore."

"...Okay." Ingrid's head.

She immediately called the satellite phone and contacted the F**I headquarters through the most confidential line. She quickly responded that the bomb parts arrived tomorrow morning.

The two dressed up as a couple, wearing a headscarf to cover their faces and went to the bustling market, ate street snacks, and then bought some small things, which was no different from ordinary couples.

Ingret was very nervous, but he was coaxed by Fang Han to relax. He played with Fang Han and completely put aside the pressure.

They played from morning to night, and seemed to be separated from their lovers who didn't want to go home, and finally returned home separately. Ingret and Fang Han slept on the same kang.

Ingret was a little nervous, and always felt that someone would knock on the door and kill him in the middle of the night, so Fang Han held her into his arms and patted her gently, as if he was treating a baby.
Chapter completed!