Hou Dasheng, who quietly went ashore from Monaco, couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the prepared cars and manpower. The old large-scale organization is different, and it is not for nothing that the jackal can withstand such hundreds of years of wind and rain.

On weekdays, it looks like a jackal dog that is armed and fierce, killing and killing. In fact, there are more buried threads than most people think. Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that Mawson did not really take over the service provider.

Otherwise, it's really hard to say whether these dark lines of jackals will be exposed. Hou Dasheng absolutely knows these dark lines, and the manager knows some of them but can find out these dark lines. The old crow that hung up, if he wanted to know, would know these dark lines at once.

But the steward couldn't have looked into it, because he knew it was going to dig up the roots of the jackals. It's like a jackal going to investigate what kind of spy organizations are selling intelligence in a service station, it's all about forcing people to fight with you.

Unless both sides are not dead, they will tacitly follow this principle and will never touch. It's not that you can't do it, it's that you won't do it until you get there. The old crow was even simpler, he had no interest in these dark lines of jackals at all.

If the jackal doesn't target him, he needs to know what these dark lines are doing?! If the jackal dares to do something against him, the service provider will naturally move. Cooperate with the pit viper to clean up all these dark lines, since this is the case, he has no need to know.

What do you do knowing the roster of dead a bunch of little people?! Wasting your own brain capacity?!

The manager is self-aware and will not do it, and the old crow has no need to do it. Therefore, the only one who really knows all the dark lines of jackals is Hou Dasheng.

Each of these secret lines has its own unique contact password, which the wolf will share with his heir after choosing an heir. And inform them where the list is.

If the unfortunate leader dies, there will be a secret line to contact the new leader. Then inform the new head of the regiment where the list is located. Being able to be selected as a dark line is naturally an absolutely reliable candidate.

There is also a one-line connection between them and the regimental commander. The way to list and decode the list is controlled by two separate dark lines, respectively. To put it simply, if the other party does not take the initiative to contact, this is almost equivalent to a disconnection.

But it also tightens secrecy, wanting to identify two single-line contacts at the same time and knowing that they have the list and how to decode it. This is obviously extremely difficult.

"Let's get in the car~" As soon as everyone got into the car, they started to drive the car and slowly left the port.

Hou Dasheng's return to Europe is also extremely tortuous. Almost all the large vehicles they could not use, and some of the underground channels that were originally unobstructed were also stared at.

Hou Dasheng and the others easily did not dare to reveal their identities, and traveled to several places. After a detour through several dark lines, it took a boat from Africa to Monaco. The reason for going ashore from Monaco is simple.

It's one of the biggest spy capitals, and no one can cover the sky here. There are not only official, but also many unofficial spy organizations begging for a living. Not to mention that Mawson did not master the service provider, he did master the investors, and it was not an overnight thing to eliminate spies in Monaco.

Complex enough means plenty of room to dodge, and plenty of cover. If you really look into it, there are few people here who are not worth doubting. Because, it seems that there are too many people eating this line of food. You can't kill them all, can you?!

When he was on the boat, Hou Dasheng had already undergone a simple makeup. He now wears a special silicone headgear on his head, and even has a real human hair implant on the top of his head.

The shape of the face has also changed, and the eyes are covered with contact lenses. I made a little dress up on this silicone face, and it was not easy to tell it at a glance even if I was up close. A whole new set of identification, all prepared according to the face on his silicone sleeve.

The entire black team almost all did some makeup and changed their original appearance. A group of people boarded two cars, and a crow in front of the black group accompanied Hou Dasheng to sit in the back.

It's just that this time the car didn't have any special arrangements. This is also a good thing, if there is any special arrangement for the car in the spy capital, it will be obvious at a glance.

There aren't too many people eating this line of food here, and every eyeball is very poisonous. The fact that two modified bulletproof cars passed through the streets undoubtedly exposed a huge problem with the car and the people in it.

Especially at such a critical moment, suddenly two bulletproof cars appeared on the streets of Monaco. It's hard for people not to connect with anything. Of course, these two cars can't be too ordinary.

After all, in Monaco, two cars walking together clearly look like a convoy. You also deliberately get an ordinary car, isn't this really a fool?!

The mid-to-high-end Renault business, the one in the back is the comfort type. This is very much in line with this, after all, there are many rich people in Monaco. There are also quite a few bodyguards who follow. So such two cars will not attract attention.

There are many similar cars in Monaco. Such convoys are rare, but they are not uncommon. Sailing out of the port, the convoy did not walk randomly. Instead, drive slowly according to the planned route.

For a while, I even drove with the lights off. After turning around a few hotels, I entered the main road.

Hou Dasheng was in the car and chose to sleep directly. The crow smiled wryly, the head could sleep with him, but he couldn't. In the past few days, the crow's spirit is not too nervous, and he has maintained an absolute tense state in the face of possible attacks from each other.

Paris, the estate of the family of Cilliaux. Lisa flipped through the list in her study, along with some of the information listed. She had a red pen in her hand, as long as she circled someone's name.

Then it means that within three hours after the list is handed out, the owner of the name will disappear from this world.

This made Lisa feel as if she was an ancient Chinese emperor, and only needed a pen to tick a name. That person will be executed. It's not a good feeling, and even if you kill a person on paper, it's not a good feeling.

In particular, many of these people Lisa still knows. But she had no choice.

"That's all for now." Lisa tiredly closed the list and handed it to the long-awaited Cyborg beside her. The silent Cyborg respectfully accepted the list, then turned to go out the door.

Lisa opened her mouth to stop him. But after all, it didn't stop. Lisa knew very well that Cybco's walk through the door meant a real bloody storm to unfold.

Many people will die, and there will be no bones left......