my beauty world

Chapter 64 The King's Man (for further reading)

Paris, Eighth District, inside a hotel.

Solomon Lane sat on a high-back chair, soldered the chips shattered by bullets together, connected them to a laptop through a special device, and ran the repair software.

Ilsa, who was wearing a lady's suit, put her left hand in her trouser pocket, and stood by the French window and waited patiently.

Orthopedic surgeon Jens Helten was a little anxious, walking around the room from time to time.

A beep sounded, and Ilsa and Jens Helten looked at Solomon Ryan with concern. The latter lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and shook his head slightly: "Totally damaged."

Jens Helten scratched his head with both hands and sat helplessly on the sofa.

Ilsa looked stern: "My fault."

"No, you did well." Solomon Ryan had heard Jens Helten explain what happened in detail: "We are not the only ones eyeing William Crave."

He asked the two of them, "Do you recognize that killer?"

Ilsa and Jens Helten shook their heads at the same time.

Solomon Ryan first said to Ilsa: "You have passed the trial mission." He stood up: "The account related information has been destroyed, and our most important fund will not arrive in the short term, and we will face a severe test next. "

Jens Helten's personality is more extensive: "Ryan, you must get the money as soon as possible. If you don't have enough money, the people below will be scattered."

Solomon Ryan's expression was extremely serious. The funds in Syndicate's hands were only enough to support the salaries of its subordinates for one month. Without a large source of funds, the Syndicate organization would collapse within two months at most.

The killers and traitorous agents collected are very realistic people, and it is useless to talk about ideals without giving money.

To maintain such a huge underground organization, I still want to do something from time to time, especially for the CIA and MI6. The funds needed can easily start from six figures or even seven figures.

Solomon Ryan said: "You two, pay more attention to see if there is a suitable channel for money."

Ilsa just joined and just nodded slightly.

Jens-Herten said: "We can consider outside commissions."

Solomon Ryan thought for a while and said, "Report to me if you meet the right one."

Syndicate's first priority next is to find money.

Without money, everything else is empty talk.

Ilsa left the suite and returned to her room, but she didn't feel sleepy for a while. Thinking about what happened tonight, she was sure it was the person from Billena Island.

In order to rescue a little girl, he went to France from South America.

Such people are terrorists in the CIA's notification to MI6.

At six o'clock in the morning, Ilsa left the hotel and drove out of the eighth district.

On the road, there were French policemen interrogating, but the intensity of the interrogation was just that.

Once the inspections are too strict and normal traffic and life are affected, the citizens of Paris dare to hold large-scale protests.

I remember the last time I was in Paris, when the French workers went on strike. The French police went to negotiate and asked them to observe a little order, but they were detained.

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In Turi, the sun has risen.

Two very ordinary business cars came to the single-family house one after another and stopped at the door.

Ronan hid by the window, held a gun in one hand, opened the curtains with the other, and looked out quietly.

Seeing the people getting off the car, Ibia said, "My people."

Ronan nodded slightly: "You can go."

Someone came up the steps and knocked on the door. Ibia gave him a look, and Katharina stepped forward to open the door.

The door opened, and an old man came in from the door.

Seeing that Ibia was safe and sound, he bowed slightly and saluted: "Your Majesty."

"You're finally here, Greed." Ibia looked somewhat relaxed.

The old man was wearing a gray overcoat, leaning on a wooden cane in his hand, and his long gray hair was messy like a bird's nest.

Ronan looked at him with an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Grid smiled at Ronan: "Thank you for protecting Your Majesty, a person who is in the dark but has a heart for the light."

Ibia glanced at Ronan curiously, but did not expect Greed to have such an evaluation.

Ronan said lightly, "I'll be paid."

Ibia has the atmosphere of being a king: "I will wait for you in Madrid, I wish you good luck."

Ronan said, "Goodbye."

Grid nodded slightly at Ronan, and said, "Good luck."

Ibia went out of the room first, and Greed was by his side.

Katharina hurried to follow.

The three got into the same car, and Ibia sat in the back seat: "Is he not simple?"

Grid said: "It's not far from taking that step."

Ibia thought for a while and said, "He will cause a lot of trouble for saving me. You create an illusion that people think he followed me."

"This will also make people misjudge the power around His Majesty." Grid actually directly stated another purpose of Ibia.

Ibia smiled: "There is no love for no reason in this world. He saved me because of the demonized red deer you gave me."

Greed stopped talking, muttered words, spit out ancient Latin, drew strange patterns with his hands, and pointed at the back of the car.

Something seems to have changed and nothing seems to have changed.

The two cars went farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

Ronan drove out a Citroen from the garage, asked Anna to get in the car, went to a nearby fast food restaurant to have breakfast, then left Turi, restored its original appearance on the way, and returned to Paris.

Seeing the handsome face in her memory, Anna asked curiously, "You... how did you do it?"

Of course Ronan wouldn't explain it, so he casually said, "It's a makeup technique."

Anna turned to look at Ronan: "You came here to save me?"

"There are other things to do along the way." Ronan roughly said the arrangement: "I haven't finished my work yet. I will meet a friend later. She will arrange for you to go to England and return to Billena Island from England."

He thought for a while: "I'll contact my family when I go to England."

Anna nodded first, then asked with concern: "What about you? We won't go back together."

Ronan said, "I have something to do."

Anna was full of things to say, but after going through so much, she was no longer as innocent as before, and finally only said one sentence: "You have to be careful."

Ronan drove all the way north, returned to Paris, entered the tenth arrondissement again, and found the Alim Hotel that he had made an appointment with Ilsa.

When I came to the top floor of the hotel, I quickly knocked on the door five times, and the door opened a crack: "Come in."

Ronan and Anna entered the suite.

Ilsa's eyes fell on Anna, and she sized her up a little. She was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Latin girl with a flowery and sweet smile.

Then go to see Ronan, Ronan has returned to his appearance on Billena Island.

Ilsa said directly: "I've made contact. Around eleven o'clock, my teacher passed through Paris and took her back to England in person."

Anna immediately said, "Thank you, please."

Ilsa's expression was stern: "There are some situations in Billena Island, you need to stay in London for a while."

"What's the situation?" Anna asked anxiously, "My family..."

Behind Ilsa is one of the few intelligence agencies in the world: "The governor of Billena Island, Garza, was killed by American mercenaries, and the town dock was also destroyed by American mercenaries, temporarily interrupting traffic. Sophia Hotel and your family are safe and sound, You stay in London for a while, and when the situation over there is a little more stable, I will arrange for you to go back immediately."

Anna didn't know what to do, so she could only look at Ronan, who nodded slightly.

"Okay." She replied.

But Ilsa stood up, walked towards the bedroom of the suite, passed by Ronan, and said, "Let's have a few words alone."

Ronan got up and followed.

When Ronan came in, Ilsa closed the door, put her left hand into her pants pocket, and looked at Ronan: "Can you tell me your real name?"

Ronan thought for a moment: "Ronan."

"On the day I returned to London, MI[-] received an investigation assistance notice from the CIA." Ilsa said simply: "There is a terrorist in the notice who ordered people to launch a suicide bombing attack on a supermarket on the US border, blowing up many border crossings. key facility, murdered multiple DEA and CIA agents, bloodbathed the Tijuana offices of an American company..."

Ronan only said four words: "Convert black and white."

For those who are willing to believe, this sentence is enough.

For those who do not want to believe, it is useless to explain more.

Ilsa looked towards the living room of the suite, as if she saw the girl named Anna.

And everything that happened on Billena Island.

Compared with the CIA report, she trusted her eyes more, and said, "Be careful, the CIA will not let you go."

"I know." Ronan went to open the door: "I'm leaving."

Ilsa guessed, "What are you going to do?"

Ronan said, "Go find someone."

Ilsa thought for a while and said, "I'm lurking in an organization that is currently short of money. If you have money, you can hire them to do things."

"There's no need for this matter." Ronan came and went by himself: "If necessary, I will contact you."

Coming out of the bedroom, Ronan said to Anna, "Be careful on the road."

Knowing that Ronan was leaving, Anna came over and hugged him vigorously, very excited: "I will! I will..."

Ronan patted her on the back lightly, went out of the room and went downstairs, leaving the Arim Hotel.

Around eleven o'clock, a middle-aged man in a suit knocked on the door and entered the room.

After Ilsa's brief introduction, the man smiled slightly at Anna: "I'm Galahad, you can call me Harry."

This is Ilsa's teacher, an upright gentleman, and Ilsa solemnly entrusted Anna to Galahad.

Afterwards, Galahad took Anna into the car and returned to London.

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