I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The performance of these two super giants in the war on the top is indeed worthy of the three words [Ark Class].

The agent who completed the report didn't panic and left. He carefully lowered his head and filled the cup with water-this was the reason he came out to rest.

The world government spy, striving to make every step flawless, is preparing to act according to the record No. 4 plan and return to the base for the next step.

His body shape turned halfway, but suddenly solidified.

In his vision, on the otherwise empty sofa, there was a middle-aged man with a face full of interlaced scars and a vicious face that swept his gaze deeply toward him.

601. Within the Spider Web (Part 2)

Agents of the world government recognized the scarred man sitting on the sofa.

In fact, there are not many people on the entire Marin Vandor Army Island who do not know this ruthless character who dictates all kinds of dissatisfaction.

As a representative figure of the fighting faction in the expeditionary army, this person displayed aggressive and aggressive qualities in combat and ruling the army, even more vivid than that of Xiliu and ghost spiders.

Fighting hard, and he never seemed to be afraid of.

No matter which big pirate meets on the battlefield, this guy who is more like a mad dog than Sakazuki dared to rush to fight with him.

And once they fight with him, this veteran lieutenant general who is very powerful and unusually strong is a fierce style of fighting for his life at all times, and he is not afraid of death.

If things go on like this, it will naturally leave him with tiring scars, but this brash man who remembers not to eat is always healed. The scars forget the pain, and continue to sharpen the sharp'minions'-for the next time he hits him. The enemy staged an endless battle.

It is like a fighting beast carefully bred for fighting and fighting.

Such a desperate Saburo-like style soon won him an appropriate codename-[Dog Fighting]

It's just that the CP agent who was dormant in the expert team didn't want to understand why Dauberman, who is said to be so busy, would show up here without warning.

Facing Dauberman's fierce reputation, even if this agent is a veteran and familiar hand who has experienced many storms, he can't help but feel tight.

The most important point is, did the other party hear his brief message? ? ?

But years of lurking experience told him that he should definitely not panic at this time.

The best way is to cover up the seemingly unreasonable behavior with common sense.

"Eh!!? You scared me a lot!" The agent did not conceal the surprise he revealed at that moment.

As an ordinary technician, it is only in line with normal logic and carefully maintained personality that he is scared by the ‘someone behind him’ incident.

If he is too calm at this time, pretending that nothing happened and his speech and behavior are as usual, it will cause the other party to be suspicious.

Sometimes, tension can become a just right cover.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Doberman, why are you here?" The agent's whispered inquiry was mixed with three points of tension, six points of respect, and a finishing touch of curiosity.

Speaking is also a compulsory lesson in the life of an agent. When, what tone of voice, and what kind of content is spoken are the essence of this skill.

How to adapt to the current context and external environment, obtain information, and conceal identity, only experienced spies can master them and use them under appropriate circumstances.

The experienced agent put on a weeping face before Doberman could speak, and said preconceivedly, "Frankly and leniently": "It's over, you just got caught by you after muttering bad things about the Marshal..."

He seemed afraid of being misunderstood by Doberman, he waved his hand and explained:

"But there is absolutely no way! After all, the Marshal Sakazuki just now forcibly ignored everyone's obstacles and had to take the semi-finished product to hurry... It is estimated that the funds for the second half of the year are gone. Can this be? Are you angry..."

The researcher's words became smaller and smaller, and finally he closed his mouth awkwardly, as if he was waiting for the coming scolding.

In a few words, he secretly changed the concept of the code that had previously exposed the possibility of existence, and brought the topic in preconceivedly.

Muttering and complaining about disguising the foreign exchange report as a ‘self-talk’.

Especially when combined with the current Sakazuki, it really ignores the ironclad fact of everyone's persuasion, which makes his interpretation of this kind of truth appear quite high.

If Dauberman wanted to ask questions about this, he could easily find a large team of experts to prove that what he said about "complaining" was true.

Daubman glanced coldly at the researcher who had just turned his back to him. After a while, he grinned: "I really didn't hear the sentence [Marshal left the nest]. Bad words' and complaints?"

[In the worst case, he really heard it... Not good, this is what I worry about. The agent's pupils shrank slightly, but he hoped that the other party hadn't heard the voice that he had been sending out the message before and always lowered his voice.

But now it seems that he can't pin his hopes on illusory luck.

Dauberman was able to speak accurately and accurately say [the marshal left the nest] the complaint that the agent had not mentioned in the explanation, which undoubtedly heard his unilateral report clearly.

But immediately, the agents of the world government couldn't help but feel a little grateful that they only confided a short sentence of intelligence to the other end, not to mention that they didn't pick it up. It sounded like a vocabulary pronoun of a secret code.

For example, a code like "Mad Dogs Come Out of the Cage", this kind of vocabulary that is both directional and vaguely insulting is even harder to explain.

The signal of [Marshal Leaving the Nest], although it seemed quite satisfactory, could be explained clearly by him using so-called common sense and reasonable reasons.

He smiled bitterly and scratched the back of his head, and immediately explained: "Well, for you, Lieutenant Doberman, the word'leaving the nest' certainly doesn't sound bad. After all, you are a representative of the hawks. one...

We must know that Marshal Sakazuki, as the leader of the naval hawks, even in the headquarters, some people privately call this island, which is regarded as a symbol of justice, as the [Eagle's Nest] of the military. "

The agent took a careful look at Doberman. This is not a singular research, but a bit of anxiety from the bottom of his heart. I don’t know if the other party can accept him with this slightly far-fetched excuse: "You also know, Temple Watch Many people are dovish inside.

Comparing the headquarters to the Eagle's Nest without a place for doves is already a verbal relegation. "

[Even after hearing my communication, Daubman did not see my back to him to cover up the phone bug]

Thinking of this, the agent was calm.

He has already used his ability to adapt to the extreme, and the only thing left is how to deal with it.

But the man with criss-crossed scars was silent for a while, and slowly sighed a sentence that the agent didn’t understand, but enough to make his complexion changed: “Ghost spider, you really guessed right, this spy’s hiding Master. A special agent who can mix into the R&D-level of Light Edge, this is really not a good accomplishment."

[Ghost spider? ! Hasn't he just walked out of the base! ? Why would Daubman talk to the ghost spider to himself? ? ? ] Suddenly, an unpleasant feeling arose in the agent's heart.

[Moreover, the most serious situation is that Dauberman seems quite convinced that I am a spy. Why? Where did my words reveal a flaw? And how did the ghost spider guess it? 】

"You seem to be confused," Daubman grinned and looked at the agent in front of him: "I don't understand why I insist that you are a spy, right?"

[Calm down, this is a scam, I shouldn't miss any flaws. The agent’s vest was already sweating coldly, but it was covered by a thick white research suit with an outer layer, and the physical reaction caused by the excessive tension in the heart could not be seen with the naked eye.

The Navy Pitbull, who was half leaning on the sofa, slowly stood up and pointed his finger at the teacup in the opponent's hand: "Hand over the phone bug, and you can also eat pork chops in the confinement room."

[Calm down, this should still be a scam. If I think about it in another way, I would like Doberman to doubt this only object held by the suspect] The agent’s positive cues have been strengthened one after another, but his expression has become more and more confused. : "Your Excellency Lieutenant Doberman, you said I am a spy?! Are you serious?"

"Okay." The grumpy Dauberman seemed to have finally lost his patience, and he drew out the saber pinned to his waist: "Don't be pretending to be stupid, hand over the mini phone bug hidden in the lid of your teacup."

This time, the agent no longer gave himself psychological hints.

Even the exact location of the phone bug was revealed by the other party, and there was no practical point in installing it. As long as Dauberman asked him to unscrew the lid of the cup to prove his innocence, all mysteries would be revealed.

"Doubman, you care about my phone worm so much, do you want to take this to get the others out?" The researcher who was only respectful a second before sneered and said the key point.