Bodyguards of big stars

The first thousand and 530 chapters and four expensive intelligence agencies!

Mark's heart was beating like thunder, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

"Boss—I'm sorry."

Tang Huan turned around and picked up the red wine that had already sobered up.Then take a sip: "I'll give you twelve hours."

"First, come up with a complete plan to send Flying Eagle and Doomsday back to China safely."

"Second, I want to know who the specific opponents of Flying Eagle and Doomsday are."

"Third, how much loss will the international elite suffer, and how many people have switched jobs. Including who they have had close contacts with recently, and the latest trends. All of them will be sent to me."

"Can it be done?" Tang Huan looked back at Mark.

Mark nodded heavily: "Yes."

"Then you are still wasting time here?" Tang Huan blinked. "Do you think the way you stand in front of me is cool?"

When Mark heard this, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Twelve hours was not much, but it was enough for him to grasp the information.

But if it was wasted, he might lose his job.

You know, members of the shadow intelligence agency are all well paid.It is much more profitable than their business of killing people and looting goods.

Who would leave such an iron job and go to the bitter life of licking blood?

Of course, except for high income.The shadow organization also has a level-by-level supervision system.Any member who tries to betray the institution will have nowhere to hide and will pay a heavy price.

After blasting Mark away, Tang Huan gave instructions to the other shadow members.

Soon, Tang Huan was the only one left in the huge room.

Due to his work habits in the past few years, when Tang Huan was alone, he didn't either eat or sleep like before, and he could do whatever he felt comfortable with.

He is used to thinking.

Even if there is no particularly urgent work, he will diverge his thinking and not let his head stop.

The big boss knew about this problem, and had reminded him more than once.Let the brain rest, and continue to toss about like this, and you will have gray hair before you are 40 years old.

In this regard, Brother Huan also responded calmly: "If I really want to have white hair, I will dye my hair silver, which is really cool."

Lying on the sofa, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of red wine on the coffee table.

Tang Huan was smoking, drinking, and meditating.

But after less than an hour of contemplation, the doorbell was rang.

Tang Huan was a little impatient, thinking that another member of the Shadow came to look for him.

He stood up and opened the door, only to find that standing at the door was a beautiful woman in a light blue dress.

Moreover, Tang Huan knew each other.

"Miss No. [-]?" Tang Huan was a little puzzled, and smiled. "Why are you here?"

Miss No. [-] was the "female technician" who provided Tang Huan with intelligence services for the first time when he first entered the West Chamber Pavilion.Beautiful, charming and very temperamental.

Later, when the aunt of the Qin family asked for information from the West Chamber Pavilion, she also visited the Qin family several times.It can be seen that it is the confidant that the aunt of the Qin family has focused on training.

"Here to provide services for Mr. Tang." Miss No. [-] smiled charmingly.Very professional.

Tang Huan smiled, stepped aside and invited Miss No. [-] into the room.

"Mr. Tang is very elegant." He glanced at the red wine and cigarettes on the tea table.Miss No. [-] didn't take her seat either, she twisted her back and turned to look at Tang Huan. "Drink it when you first came to San Francisco?"

Tang Huan shook his head and said with a smile, "Please sit down."

Tang Huan didn't know Miss No. [-]'s name.Even the aunt of the Qin family usually calls her number eight.Maybe in her line of work, she wouldn't reveal her real name at all?For example, Flying Eagle Doomsday also uses code names to roam the rivers and lakes.

Tang Huan was considered half an industry insider, so he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to ask if people didn't tell him.

After the two were seated, Tang Huan took the initiative to pour a glass of red wine for Miss No. [-], and said curiously: "Miss No. [-], you haven't told me yet. Why did you come to San Francisco all of a sudden?"

"Boss launched Operation Sky Eye." Miss No. 24 said bluntly. "From today onwards, I will provide personal services to Mr. Tang [-] hours a day. No matter what you need in San Francisco, I will try my best to satisfy you."

After all, Miss No. [-] tightened her legs slightly, revealing a strong suggestion: "Including the needs of men and women."

Tang Huan was stunned: "Is this what your boss meant?"

"It is, it is not." Miss No. [-] smiled charmingly. "The boss cherishes words like gold, of course she will not discuss such unnutritious topics with me."

"That's your personal interpretation?" Tang Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"The boss asked me to provide you with unconditional services." Miss No. [-] winked. "I think. Even if it is a demand in this area, I have no reason to refuse you."

Tang Huan shook his head, interrupting the in-depth discussion on this sensitive topic.

He noticed that Miss No. [-] mentioned a very crucial word: Operation Sky Eye.

"What is Operation Sky Eye?" Tang Huan asked.

"Activate all the intelligence agents in the West Chamber Pavilion around the world. Assist you in what you are going to do at all costs." After Miss No. [-] finished speaking, she suddenly changed the subject and said in a philistine tone. "Operation Sky Eye will cost at least one billion U.S. dollars once it is launched. There are more than a thousand intelligence agents involved."

Hearing this, Tang Huan asked incredulously, "Do you have so many intelligence agents in the West Chamber?"

"Of course." Miss Eight smiled. "Mr. Tang, you seem to have forgotten. The information we have in the West Chamber Pavilion is of great interest to even the big players in the political arena. Without enough manpower, how can it be possible to steal high-level secrets from all over the world?"

Pause for a moment.Miss No. [-] said proudly: "Perhaps Mr. Tang doesn't know. There was a Western predator who offered hundreds of billions of dollars to our boss, wanting to buy our West Wing Pavilion in its entirety. But the boss rejected it face to face."

An intelligence agency worth hundreds of billions of dollars?

Tang Huan pinched his fingers and made up his mind.Since the establishment of Shadow, the total investment has barely reached 30 billion US dollars.That's it, it's still the investment that Tang Huan cheated.

With such a huge gap, it is no wonder that the West Chamber Pavilion is always omniscient and omniscient.

In this day and age, money really is everything.

And without money, it is impossible to move an inch.

It costs so much to set up an intelligence agency.The selling price is also unbelievably high.

After a simple chat, Miss No. [-] picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Mr. Tang. It's not that I look down on your shadow—"

"You just look down on me." Tang Huan said with a straight face.

If it weren't for the fact that the West Chamber Pavilion was owned by Aunt Qin's family, he would have turned his back on her and kicked her out.

Too much self-esteem.

One Sky Eye operation cost a billion dollars?

How rich is this prodigal old lady?

As expected of inheriting the business empire created by Qin Wushuang, the foundation is solid, which makes people jealous.

Miss No. [-] is the direct descendant of the aunt of the Qin family, she has no reservations about Tang Huan.Not as cautious and cautious as Mark's group of shadow members.

She asked directly: "Mr. Tang, do you want to sleep well tonight. Or do something?"

~~