Manual of Space-Time Interference

"I'm in Japan!"

"Understood, stay where you are, we have dispatched the personnel closest to you to contact you!"

"it is good!"

"Is there anything big?"

"No, a hard drive, very comprehensive!"

"How many?"

"Almost all!"

"Protect yourself and keep in touch. The nearest person will arrive within 10 minutes. In addition, according to information from the intelligence officers, some of your information may have been exposed. You can't stay abroad and hide yourself!"

"Password..."

Dialect put a bluetooth earphone in his ear, turned around, opened the safety gun and loaded the pistol hidden in his waist, then put it back on his waist, looked at the street outside the alley, went out to the alley to have a look, and shrank back again. .

His hair had turned white-gray, and his body was covered with white and black dust, as if he had just been fished out of a pile of cement.

His lips were already chapped, he licked it with his tongue a little, looked at the bustling street outside, shrank, and hid in the corner.

In the last ten minutes, after he came out of the basement, he only had time to find an old-looking alley and drilled in, while walking in the volcanic ash that had not yet completely settled, even though he had covered it with a paper towel, he was still It looks very uncomfortable, as if the eyes are still red...

……

"The sky is full of stars!"

"There are ants everywhere!"

"Just call me an old horse, put it on first, park the car outside, and let the others get in the car!"

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, an old horse who looked like an ordinary office family walked up and shook hands with Dialect, then took off his suit and handed it over.

"it is good!"

Dialect was stunned for a moment, but without being pretentious, he put on his suit and followed the old horse's footsteps to the parking place outside the alley.

A soft sound passed, and this ordinary white Honda squeezed into the traffic.

"Passport, bank card, everything is ready." The old horse said, and handed a bag of things to Dialect, "You need to take a shower, you can't get on the plane like this."

"Where are we going now?" Fang Yan asked, taking out the pistol from his waist and closing the safety.

"Hotel, do you still carry this thing with you?" The old horse turned his head and glanced, then turned his eyes to the front again.

"Be prepared!" said the dialect, and after pinning the gun to his waist again, he picked up the water next to him and poured it into his mouth ruthlessly.

"Drink slowly. When you get to the hotel, you should clean it up first. To be honest, it smells like it."

"..."

Dialect threw the empty bottle aside, listening to Lao Ma's words, several black lines appeared on his face involuntarily.

"The plane is scheduled for the evening. Before boarding the plane, you must be with me." Old Ma paused, glanced at Dialect in the interior rearview mirror, and continued, "We will talk about other things at the hotel, let's not talk about it first. urgent."

……

"Sir, the intelligence team just sent a message that Huaxia's intelligence personnel in Tokyo have just made a new move!" A white man hurriedly pushed open the door of the office and put a piece of information on the table.

"Jerry, do you have any other information?" Jim picked up the document on the table and looked at it carefully, then looked up at the white Jerry and asked.

"We are doing face comparison, and the results will come out soon."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Enter!"

"Sir, the result of the face comparison is out." A white woman put a document on the table, looked at Jerry who was still standing, smiled, pushed the door and walked out.

"Yan, Fang?" Jim looked at the name on the document next to him and picked up the two photos, "Jerry, what did the **** from the Science and Technology Department say about the aircraft in this photo?"

"Sir, the information is on your desk!"

Listen, Jim lowered his head and picked up the information attached to this photo.

"Fully intelligent, unmanned, flight speed predicted to be Mach 0.5, 20 years of technological fault?" Jim muttered, looking at the words "May have been secretly armed" written on it, nodded, looked at the other On top of a photo, the dialect of Zheng and Lao Ma got out of the car, smiling inexplicably.

"Jerry, do you trust your intuition?" Jim smiled at Jerry.

"Maybe!" Jerry replied, spreading his hands, not knowing why Jim asked that.

"Haha!" Jim smiled at Jerry again, then his face turned pale, he gathered the documents scattered on the table together, stood up, and walked to Jerry's side, "mobilize the agents in Tokyo, immediately Take action, be careful not to startle the snake, cut off his retreat, then follow and surround him, at that time he was just a little mouse, and we will be like this!"

Jim's hand clenched suddenly, looked at Jerry, patted his shoulder, and walked out of the office.

"Damn bastard, scare me again, if you don't give me a promotion, you'll be finished!"

Jerry cursed, looked at the empty office, and followed Jim's footsteps and walked out.

……

"Safe!" said the old horse, put the detection instrument back in his briefcase, then pointed to the bathroom at Dialect, and threw a bag of clothes next to him, "Go, take a shower first. "

The sound of water began to sound, but it didn't take long before the dialect pushed open the door and walked out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At the same time, he inserted the pistol in the bag into his waist again, touched his wet hair, and held the gun on his hand. Something was handed over.

"It should have been told to you above that these things are meant to be brought back, so be careful with that little one."

Lao Ma nodded, and put the two hard drives and the electronic bomb securely in the briefcase. Then he looked up at Dialect again, "Give me the gun too, I'll deal with it later."

Dialect was stunned for a while, but he still took out the gun and handed it over.

"Okay, do you have anything else you need now?" the old horse asked, buttoning the briefcase with his hands, and stood up.

"Have a meal!"

"Okay, come with me, your flight is at 9:30 pm, Japan time, there is still a while, let's have something to eat first, and then go straight to the airport." The old horse looked at his watch and pushed open the door. , walked out with a dialect.

I ordered something at the dining area downstairs, and after waiting for the food to come, Dialect picked up his chopsticks and devoured it.

"Slow down!" The old horse looked at him and smiled kindly.

"How many years have you been here?" He raised his buried head, and Fang Yan picked up a tissue to wipe the grease on his mouth, and asked the old horse.

The old horse shook his head and smiled at the dialect.

"Okay, that's fine!" Fang Yan lowered his head embarrassedly, and continued to eat his first fresh meal after ten days.

And the old horse also squinted and looked around. The black-rimmed glasses, the briefcase he was holding, and the kind smile made him look like a kind uncle.

But a trace of unusual taste seemed to spread in this restaurant, and an intuition slowly came to the hearts of the two of them...