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He looked to be in his thirties, well-dressed and unusually clean. Mark noticed that his fingers, which were exposed to his clothes, were unusually slender, and that the middle and index fingers were wrapped in a layer of white cotton cloth.

"Hi there, I'm Kerey Chikara and I think this position is mine." The visitor smiled at Mark, pulled out the chair across from Mark and sat down. Then he reached out and snapped his fingers in the air loudly, and the waitress at the bar answered.

"Hi, beautiful Miss Demitina, every time I meet you, it's like meeting the girl of my dreams."

"Really?" Demitina looked at him with a grin and continued, "I can't afford to be the lover of your dreams, I'm just a poor man's daughter. ”

"Beauty knows no distinction between high and low, Miss Demitina." Kree responded with a smile.

"All right, Mr. Crane. I can't talk about you," said Demitina, looking down and pouting, opening the little notebook in her hand, and taking the pen and paper, "what do you want?" Or is it the same as before? ”

"Please bring me a glass of rum." The visitor smiled and said to the hostess, then he pointed to Mark in front of him and continued, "By the way, bring my friend a drink too, and put it on my account." ”

"Yes, Mr. Klee." Demytina smiled and closed the notebook in her hand, she looked at Kree and said with a smile, "You have so many friends, someone always comes to you." ”

"For a sociable person like me, more friends means more help." Kree smiled in response, "It's a win-win, isn't it?" ”

"Well, I can't talk about you, you always have a point." Demitina shrugged helplessly and turned to the bar, "Two glasses of rum, coming soon." ”

It was only then that Mark had time to ask about what was prescribed.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" Mark's voice was a little hoarse and low, and he continued to ask the man in front of him, "Time is running out, don't waste time." ”

"Don't worry, we still have plenty of time." Clay tilted his neck and leaned back against the back of the wooden chair, he touched his chin with one hand in both hands and looked at Mark himself, "Newcomer? Well, yes, with this kind of task, you're going to have to change places after you finish this ticket. ”

"I say! To the code! Mark's brown eyes stared at Kree, his pupils constricted, and his hands crept into his belt.

"Hey, take it easy." Undeterred by Mark's intimidation, Clay smiled and pointed to the upside-down wine glass in front of him, "Let's have a drink first, it's a head-to-head fee, and we don't have to pay for it." ”

"And you, boy." Clay pulled a pipe from his chest, lit it, and took a hard puff. There was a look of enjoyment on his face, and white smoke was quickly spat out.

The scent of the Tranquility Flower wafted across the table, and Clay took his pipe in his mouth, looking at Mark obliquely and said, "Clean up your ruthlessness, I've seen a lot of rookies like you." Is that how you studied at the academy? I can't even control my temper, how to perform the following tasks? ”

Mark looked at him coldly without saying a word.

"Hi gentlemen, your rum." The hostess Demitina came to the two of them with two glasses of bubbling rum.

"Wow, rum! My favorite! Clay happily pulled the pipe out of his mouth and tossed it aside. He pursed the corners of his mouth and sucked it around the rim of the glass, sucking all the foam into his stomach.

"You're drinking like the dwarves over there." Demitina covered her mouth and smiled, "I think you should get to know each other well, maybe you can still talk to each other." ”

"No, no, no, Demitina you don't know. I don't like dwarves," Kree took a hard sip of rum from his glass, took out a white silk scarf from his body to wipe his mouth, and looked at her solemnly, "I really hate dwarves, don't mention dwarves in front of me." ”

"Oh? Alright then," Demitina picked up the tray and kissed Krefel, then glanced at the grim-looking Mark and said, "Have a nice afternoon, goodbye." ”

"Okay rookie, drink the glass of wine in front of you. Let's get to work! Clay grabbed the ear of the glass and poured the rum into his mouth in one gulp.

Mark didn't touch the glass of wine, he looked at Kree coldly.

"Wow! It's so cool! Picking up a silk scarf to wipe the wine stains around his mouth, Clay burped and said to Mark, "I miss my old life at sea, but I can't go back." ”

Soon, he saw the unmoved wine in front of Mark, glanced at Mark and asked, "Don't you drink?" Newcomer? ”

"I don't drink when I'm on a mission," Marco replied stiffly.

"That's a pity," Kree licked his mouth and took the glass in front of Mark, "then you're welcome." ”

"Listen boy, the plan has changed."

Clay took a sip of rum, pulled out a note, handed it to him, and continued, "The rats don't need to be dealt with, someone has already solved them in another way." ”

"Your new assignment is on this piece of paper, just a small cockroach, and it shouldn't be a problem for you."

Mark took the note, and wrote a short sentence of numbers and characters. For Mark, who graduated from the Eva Secret Service Academy, this is not a difficult task. As a professional, he memorized this short secret phrase thoroughly in two days.

After reading it, Mark looked up at Kree indifferently, "Password! ”

Kree was stunned for a moment, blinking at the stern Mark, and his face soon turned red.

"I said, are you sick in the head?!" Kree put down his things in anger and pointed to the note, saying, "Doesn't this piece of paper prove my identity?" ”

"Password!"

"Oh my God! Who are you who taught it! Why are you so rigid? ”

"Password!"

"Are you only going to say those two words? Would you say something else? ”

"Password!"

Kree was really convinced, and he sat on the chair with a frustrated face, and the calmness on his face disappeared. He said depressedly, "Okay, you're amazing!" ”

"Password!"

Faced with Scher's reluctant Mark, Clay was defeated, and he said helplessly, "Okay, okay!" A code is a code! ”

He looked at Mark a little embarrassed, "That's what you asked me to say, if she finds out afterwards, it doesn't matter to me." ”

Clay cleared her throat, looked at Mark and said slowly, "Bridget is a blue pool!" ”

Unexpectedly, Mark also responded with a serious face, "Yes, I completely agree!" ”

Stunned, Kree looked at Mark with his mouth wide open before muttering to himself after a long time.

"I thought, it's not that I'm crazy! It's your madness! ”