Cape Town, South Africa. The Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info a quiet café in the downtown area of Citybow. This is a very European café with bright yellow lighting and marble floors. Small square table and chairs with backrests. There are also some small booths.

On the innermost window seat, Ian frowned and flipped through the papers in his hand. Ian was originally to succeed Johnny as the interim head of South Africa, but no one thought that Johnny, who had just stepped down, would be killed in front of the airport!

The other party's methods are very professional and very cool, and it seems that they are here for revenge.

"The .50 caliber hornadya-max bullet, which should have been shot from a TAC-50. The distance was 800 meters, and we calculated the approximate position of the other party based on the trajectory. But apparently the other party is a master, and he is very proficient in this way. We didn't find any valuable leads......"

Sitting in front of Ian was a white man who looked to be about forty years old. He kept his head down and ate the pasta on his plate, picking up a napkin from time to time to wipe his mouth. Ian looked at him and said softly, "The other party has even emptied the traces of the explosion of gunpowder." ”

"What's going on around you?! Did anyone see anyone in particular walk by, or was anyone around there at the time?! The white man who was eating pasta didn't pause, he just continued to ask. Ian smiled wryly when he heard this: "It happens to be a mixed area, which is one of the slums in South Africa......

Seeing that Ian's face was very ugly, he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee before saying, "That building was once owned by a drug dealer." He was hunted down by his enemies, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive. Therefore, no one dared to go to his house and no one dared to demolish it. No one even dared to come close to ......."

At this time, the white man who ate the pasta finally finished the side of the plate. But I saw him look up and look at Ian with his gray eyes. The smell of death in those eyes made Ian shudder. He put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"What about the rats?! Did you let it out?! "What this man's name is, Ian doesn't know. All he knew was that the man had found Johnny two hours after he died. The other party presented a document to assist in the investigation, and Ian went to the General Office. The reply was: fully cooperate, don't ask who he is.

By this time, Ian had finally guessed the man's identity. As long as you get to the level of Ian, you will know that the General Administration has a group of people who are not on the list. Their data is not stored in the database, but is archived in its original form. To open this batch of documents, the signatures of all the directors and deputy directors are required.

But the reader can only be one person. And it is stipulated that he is the deputy director. This strange regulation has no statement to the outside world. Even the average member is unaware of the existence of this ordinance, or even the existence of those documents. Even Ian was only vaguely aware of the existence of the documents.

How many people are there, what are they responsible for, and what have they done...... Nobody knows. No one will ask. Those who don't know, can't ask questions. Those who know, don't dare to ask.

"The rats were released in the first place, but now no reliable news has come back." Ian sighed, paused to look at the man who called himself the "Apostle" and whispered, "Actually, I personally lean towards both sides. The mercenary group, and then the two abandoned pawns. ”

The apostle glanced at Ian, and there seemed to be some color in his gray-white eyes that looked like dead men: "Your suspicions are not wrong. But neither of these objects seems to me to be likely. The mercenary group had settled the matter with Johnny. Even if it's something that's good for both sides, there's no reason for them to take out Johnny's off-the-beaten-thru at this time......"

"In case you didn't know, one of the councillors was very annoyed by Johnny's death. Because he's got his office cleaned up and he's going to introduce Johnny at the reception. As a result, Johnny died. After a pause, the apostle said, "Our current news, that legion is also investigating this matter. It seems that they are being blamed. ”

Ian nodded. If that's the case, then at least that legion shouldn't have anything to do with it. Because they don't have to get rid of Johnny at all, it's not only not good for them. And there are no small disadvantages.

Of course, it's also possible that they did it. It's all a trick. But, what is the purpose?! Their enemies are those two traitors, and they have nothing to do with Johnny!

"Those two chess pieces are unlikely to ...... either" The apostle squinted his eyes and said softly, "The most important thing for them now is to find another one more protector with sufficient weight." As far as I know, it was not only the legion that was hunting them both down, but also the family of Ciliex. This also includes those who carry out Johnny's last orders before he leaves office. ”

After a pause, the apostle said in a deep voice: "At such a time, what they should do is to quickly find someone to shelter them. For example, a certain donkey party, or like a party authority. Or the big corporations. Although I don't know what price they will use to impress them. But they have to impress those people to have a chance of surviving. ”

"They cannot, and won't, reach out at this time to force us to go after them." The apostle squinted his eyes and said softly, "Of course, we can't rule out that these two bastards chose revenge because Johnny abandoned them. After all, little Albizzi is the guy who killed his own father......"

"The goal, for the time being, is set on them." The apostle looked at Ian, took a sip of coffee, stood up and said, "Externally, they also said that they did it." ”

Ian frowned when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "But we haven't found out who did it yet, so we announced it so hastily......"

"It doesn't matter who did it, Johnny is dead. Someone needs to be responsible, and the two biggest suspects right now are mercenary groups and chess pieces. The apostle lowered his head and put on his hat: "We still need to cooperate with that mercenary group." Those two chess pieces, what can they give us?! ”

saw the apostle nod at Ian and said, "Maybe one of them did it, maybe it was sent by the president of a small country that was dealt with by Johnny." Who knows? There are such problems in the world every day, do we have to explain each of them?! ”

"To turn the situation in the direction that is best for us, there are some things that do not require the truth. Rather, it requires reasonable results. ”

The apostle's eyes narrowed slightly: "When we think about the problem, we need to think more about the interests of the United States. That's the value of our existence. Whether Johnny knows this or not, admits it or not. It's all hard facts. Even if he dies, we will only do so in a direction that is beneficial to us. ”

At these words, Ian's heart was cold. In the end, he just nodded, and what the apostle meant was what the General Directorate meant. He has no right and no right to resist. All he needs to do is do what others ask.

"I always felt that maybe the person who did it was not from any of the parties here......" The apostle paused as he turned to leave: "That man, that method." It's very special, very similar to someone I remember, very similar. But that person shouldn't be here......"

Ian looked up at the apostle in confusion. And the latter laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's okay, you're busy with your business......"

Hou Dasheng is in a wheelchair, and now his appearance has changed to that of a white man in his forties. He had a French passport, and the customs easily let him pass. Pushing his wheelchair was a figure who looked like a butler in his fifties.

Behind the housekeeper, there was also a large group of medical and security personnel. It looks like some rich man traveling. In the VIP room of Johannesburg Airport, Hou Dasheng sat on a chair with his head down. After two weeks of training, he allowed himself to regain his ability to speak.

Even at this point, he still pauses in his speech. He also needs to continue to exercise and learn to re-adapt his brain to language patterns. In this way, any thinking and language that I use willpower to change will evolve into the result of a sentence.

So, more often than not, he just kept silent. This also seems to be in line with his identity, as long as he doesn't speak, his personal temperament is still there. No one would doubt that he was a rich man, at least when they saw him, they would think that he was a well-educated, serious gentleman with a lot of experience.

Soon, a private jet was parked on the tarmac. Hou Dasheng was pushed and entered the airport through the VIP special channel. Was a special sedan, picked up next to the tarmac of a private jet. When Hou Dasheng was helped to slowly walk onto the plane, he was surprised to see a person.

"Hou, I didn't expect that we would meet again in this situation......" There was a person sitting on the plane. This is a French man in a casual suit with a simple and atmospheric back. He looked at Hou Dasheng and said softly: "Hou, maybe it's time for me to repay your favor." ”

Looking at this man, Hou Dasheng smiled faintly: "Mr. Benoit, thank you very much for coming to pick me up in person." ”

"But I want to say that I didn't choose to be on your side at the time for your gratitude. This is something I am willing to do myself, so there is no need for you to thank me. Hou Dasheng looked at Benoit and said softly: "From my standpoint, I just did what I thought I had to do. ”

Yes, it was Benoit. He stood up and glanced at Hou Dasheng deeply. Then he sighed lightly, "Anyway, let me give you a ride!" (To be continued.) )