The biggest difference between MI6 and MI5 is that one is responsible for foreign intelligence and the other is responsible for domestic intelligence.

MI5, which is in charge of domestic intelligence, has been deflated in the Bullard office one after another, and now it is no longer afraid to be presumptuous on the territory of southern Africa, so it has been replaced by MI6.

However, this situation is not very reasonable, the Adan Islands are Roque's private property, and strictly speaking the territory of the British Empire, it is more appropriate for MI5 to be in charge, rather than MI6 to intervene.

However, this is not a problem that Zhu Jun is worried about, after knowing the true identities of the two agents, a thorny question is placed in front of Zhu Jun.

What to do with these two agents?

It is definitely not possible to kill them directly, the mercenaries are directly on the dock to take away the two agents who are inquiring about the news, there are many people at the scene, maybe MI6 will come directly tomorrow to ask for someone.

It is not possible to release them directly, the two agents are just to find out the information, and they do not carry out destructive acts, so they are directly arrested by the mercenaries, without a suitable excuse, and MI6 is not expected to give up.

"Are you alright?" Zhu Jun did not know the current situation of the two agents.

"It's okay, okay, both guys are novices, they just joined MI6, and they haven't even received the most basic anti-interrogation training, so I just squeezed a few words and put them all away." Lao Chen regretted that he finally ran into two MI6 agents, and he thought it was so powerful, but the result was unusual.

"That's good, find a way to get them away, don't let them die with us." Zhu Jun decided to hand over this task to Lao Chen, and the professional issues should be handed over to the experts.

"How?" Lao Chen was surprised, Lao Chen was confident in other things, this kind of thing is really Lao Chen doesn't know what to do.

"You got the people back, and you figure out how to solve them yourself." Zhu Jun pushed the responsibility away.

Just when Zhu Jun and Lao Chen were staring at each other, in the interrogation room, Scott and Jackson were also staring at each other.

Scott and Jackson had just joined MI6 and were willing to go sideways in the British Overseas Dominion under the banner of MI6, but they didn't expect to be arrested by mercenaries just after coming to the Adan Islands.

Chen interrogated Scott and Jackson separately, and now that the interrogation has ended, Scott and Jackson are sent to a conference room on the first floor of the office building and detained.

After the interrogation, the handcuffs on Scott and Jackson's hands had been removed, there were no mercenaries in the room, and a female staff member brought Scott and Jackson some snacks and coffee, which gave Scott and Jackson great confidence.

"Looks like they don't want to kill us—" Scott looked like a mole eating his snack, and his two front teeth stood out.

"Eat first, and then die—" Jackson rolled his eyes at the snack, and if Scott hadn't handed over the coffee in time, he might have really been on his way.

"There's only one guard at the door." Scott was very observant, and he was still a guard without a gun, and if Scott and Jackson were taken by surprise, they might be able to subdue the guard.

"Don't even think about it, look what it is." Jackson looked out the window and said that on the parking lot next to it, there were more than a dozen armored vehicles parked, and it was impossible to escape by force.

Don't forget that Zheng He Island is an isolated island, although there are many islands in the Adan Islands, but many islands cannot survive without fresh water, and the Adan Islands are 3,500 kilometers away from the nearest mainland, so even if they escape from the military camp, Scott and Jackson will not be able to escape from the Adan Islands.

Looking at the Browning heavy machine gun more than one meter long on the roof of the armored car, Scott shrunk his neck and gasped, with these dozen armored vehicles, even if the enemy comes to a regiment, he is not afraid.

"Our chief actually sold such an island to Adan Company easily, I really don't know if their minds are all mush." Scott was also heartbroken, only by coming to the Indian Ocean in person can he deeply feel the value of the Adan Islands, and even people like Scott, who do not have much strategic vision, can see the importance of the Adan Islands.

"What do you think, Lord Nyasaland is not in vain?" Jackson chatted and ate at the same time, and I have to say that the coconut cakes on Zhenghe Island tasted really good, and Jackson couldn't stop one after another.

"With Lord Nyasaland's contribution to the world war, I think Lord Nyasaland should be the prime minister, and he must be better than our current prime minister." Scott prefers cocoa powder cake, which uses eggs, sugar, and milk, which not only has a strong cocoa powder flavor, but also is very good for the body, suitable for people with high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and people who want to lose weight.

Scott's body is a bit fat, so he needs something nutritious to make up for it.

"You must be crazy, let a Chinese be the prime minister of our British Empire, is there no one suitable for our British Empire to be the prime minister?" Jackson acknowledges Roque's contribution to the world war, but at the same time has a strong sense of national pride.

Jackson's mentality, in fact, is also the mentality of ordinary Britons towards Roque, with respect mixed with strong regret.

"What's wrong with the Chinese? Look at Zhenghe Island, this is a world created by the Chinese, we have also been to many islands, can there be one that can be compared to Zhenghe Island? "Scott is standard Stockholm syndrome, and even if Roque is Chinese, it does not prevent Scott from worshipping the Chinese.

"This is Diego Garcia, not some damn Zhenghe Island!" Jackson tossed the last piece of coconut cake back onto the plate, and it didn't feel fragrant at all.

However, Scott prefers to understand that Jackson is full, and there is only one of the whole plate of coconut cakes eaten by Jackson, knowing that Scott only took a symbolic piece at the beginning and tasted it.

Take a closer look, oh, it turns out that the coconut cake that Jackson threw back on the plate was the one that Scott had bitten.

Hey, it's really unhygienic, and the bitten coconut cake is actually put back.

"Jack—" Scott pouted towards the window.

"What?" Jackson hasn't come to his senses yet.

Scott threw a disgusted look for Jackson to realize.

It was only then that Jackson realized that the window was open, and there was no burglar-proof window outside the window.

Just kidding, who would dare to steal in the barracks, is it impatient to live.

Jackson crept to the window, stuck his head out and looked left and right, and then grabbed the window and tried to climb onto the windowsill.

Scott was speechless and moved a stool to Jackson's lap.

"Thank you very much!" Jackson thanked him solemnly, and then stepped on the stool and tried to climb up.

But Jackson's body was too fat, and the stool obviously couldn't support the weight of Jackson's body, and he was directly crushed.

Jackson lay on the ground with his mouth open and wailed silently, and Scott's head was instantly covered with bright drops of sweat.

Fortunately, God forbid, the mercenaries of the umbrella company are really careless, although Jackson made such a big noise, there were no mercenaries who came out to take a look, and the guards outside the door did not make the slightest movement, as if they were simply asleep.

Scott thought about it for a moment, and simply opened the door directly in Jackson's frightened eyes.

Sure enough, there was no one outside the door, and there was no sound in the hallway, as if people had disappeared.

Scott shook his head and smiled wryly, went to the window to help Jackson up and walked out, passing by the next room, Scott had already passed by the doorway, and then turned back.

On the desk in the room were Scott and Jackson's purses and pistols.

Scott opened his wallet, and there was money in it, a hundred rand.

"I feel like it's a trap—" Jackson Holmes possessed.

"There is no trap, people deliberately let us go." Scott knew that it was a bit hurtful to say it directly.

"Hmph, I knew they wouldn't dare to do anything to us." Jackson's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found a reasonable explanation.

"Yes, yes, you're an MI6 agent, you're bull." Scott coped casually.

Walking out of the office building, the yard was really empty, the sentry in the gate booth was lying on the table napping, the weather was lukewarm, the afternoon sun was shining warmly, it was indeed very suitable for napping.

But with so many coincidences coming together, it's obviously not a coincidence.

At this time, Jackson and Scott didn't think much about it, and helped each other to pull their feet and gallop towards the dock, hoping to find a ship to leave Zheng He Island.

Looking at the figures of Jackson and Scott in the distance, Zhu Jun, Zhang Liao, and Lao Chen, who were hiding behind the window in the office building next to them, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want me to catch up-" Zhang Liao was ruthless, as long as Jackson and Scott did not die on Zhenghe Island, then even if MI6 held him accountable, there was nothing wrong with Zhenghe Island.

"No, I hope our opponents are all of this kind of goods, get rid of this kind of goods, and let MI6 send some more savvy guys over?" Zhu Jun's subordinates have never beheaded unknown people, since they put it, then just put it simply.

"I really don't understand, is it funny that MI6 sent these two guys over?" Lao Chen couldn't figure it out, bullying such an opponent was really unfulfilling.

"Hehe-" Zhu Jun sneered.

Scott, who ran all the way to the dock, also sneered, and at this time Jackson also obviously felt that something was wrong, just now Jackson and Scott obviously collided head-on with two mercenaries on patrol, and the two mercenaries turned around and left as if they had seen a ghost.

This is too deliberate, who to look down on!

"How do you know they let us go on purpose?" Jackson didn't give up.

"Open your wallet, is there a hundred rand in it?" Scott's heart was like stagnant water.

"Yes!"

"When have we ever used the rand?" The moment Scott saw Rand, he was actually determined.

It's not too stupid after all.