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Out of breath, Mensky was completely unaware that the mobile phone number he had reserved at Midsummer Hotel would be traced back by Romon, a top hacker.

"Oh~~ okay, although your level of finding people is questionable, at least you are not stupid enough to leave a hole."

Hearing that Mensky himself was not exposed, Le En breathed a sigh of relief, and reminded by the way: "But the dogs of the FBI are not easy to provoke. From now on, you'd better pay attention to it, in case Being targeted by FBI agents."

FBI agent.

As he chewed the word, the face of Romon appeared in Mensky's mind: A handsome guy suddenly appeared in front of him to make trouble for him. Isn't this a common plot in spy movies?

Although he knew that his delusions were absurd, Mensky still asked casually: "Mr. Lehn, you have a high status in the United States, and you must have contacted many FBI people, so can I ask you, what are FBI agents generally like?" ?”

"Is it like in the movie, with an outstanding figure and a handsome face, and then seduce other people's wives to obtain the information you want?"

This kid must be green.

Looking at the hesitant expression on Mensky's face, Le En immediately saw the picture behind this question: On the sunny beach, Mensky saw his young and beautiful girlfriend passionately embracing a strong and handsome guy. kiss.

He didn't want to admit that this was a failure of his masculinity, so he wanted to label this handsome guy as a secret agent.

Le En understands this feeling very well, don't ask him why he understands, just ask him because he has seen it in a movie.

Patting Mensky on the shoulder comfortingly, Le En said, "About the FBI agents, I have seen [-] or [-] agents with my own eyes, and heard at least hundreds of them."

"These characters have different personalities, but their appearances are all ordinary, and they belong to the kind that disappear in a second when thrown into the crowd."

"This is not only the requirement of the spy industry, but also the choice of human nature. After all, he is a handsome guy with a perfect body and a handsome appearance. Why would he risk his life to become a spy?"

"Mensky, remember, don't be confused by the dazzling things in front of you, pay more attention to the real dark places, and pay attention to those places that you can't usually notice."

"Agents are no different from mice. They always like to stay in dark corners."

Knowing that Mensky was greened, Le En treated him better out of sympathy.

After passing on the experience he learned from the FBI that can effectively identify agents to Mensky, Lehn said, "Okay, let's not talk about the possibility of you being targeted by FBI agents, let's talk about the experiment first." For yourself, will the progress of the experiment be affected after the black man you are looking for is arrested?"

Listening to Le En asking himself about the progress of the experiment, Mensky smiled and assured him: "Mr. Le En, you can rest assured about the progress of the experiment. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the experiment, I have arranged dozens of hunters. If the ghost is caught, it will not have any impact on the overall progress of the experiment."

"Well, you have a guarantee in terms of the number of people. What about the delivery location? After the nigger is caught by the FBI, he will definitely provide the delivery address." Le En continued to ask.

"Don't worry about the location, because the address I gave to my hunter is just a transit address. Even if the FBI catches up there, they won't find anything useful."

Mensky's face was full of confidence, and Le En looked at his expression and chuckled: "Mr. Mensky, it seems that I have to apologize for some of my previous words and deeds. You are actually a great man. collaborator, I believe that with your cooperation, my experiment will be completed perfectly."

"Mr. Lehn, if you want to apologize, I think you can express it more bluntly." Seeing that the atmosphere eased, Mensky made a small joke.

"Of course, rather than a verbal apology, I think a glass of whiskey on the rocks can better express my apology."

Pointing to an open-air bar in the night market, Le En made an invitation for a drink, just like Romon's invitation to Helen.

In Villa No. 7, the dim floor lamps gave off an ambiguous brilliance.

Through the dense champagne bubbles in the goblet, Helen looked at the man in front of her, pursed her lips and said with a strange smile: "Mr. Bond, I didn't expect that the glass of wine you said was really just a glass of wine."

"Does this mean that I am a person who keeps my promises?" Romon touched his wine glass and Helen's wine glass lightly, and then drank the champagne in the glass.

"Actually, in many cases, a bad man who is full of lies is more attractive than a good man who is honest and sensible."

After returning what Romon had said to her in front of the hotel, Helen also drank the champagne in the glass.

"Miss Helen, how much do you know about Mr. Menzies?"

"If you invited me for a drink because of Menzies, then I've finished the drink and I should go back now."

Hearing Romon say Menzies' name, Helen knew that the man in front of him was probably a policeman.

She wasn't very loyal to her boyfriend, but she wasn't interested in cooperating with the police.

And more importantly, Romon even called her into the villa for a drink, but in the end the bastard didn't do anything else, which made Helen feel very hurt and felt that her charm had been insulted.

If Romon asked her in another way, for example, when the two were lingering, Romon nipped her ear and asked her, she would tell everything truthfully.

But please forgive Miss Helen for not being able to accept the way of interrogation like the current interrogation room torture.

Helen picked up her satchel and was about to leave. Romon looked at her angry back and said leisurely, "Miss Helen, Mr. Menzies is suspected of murder, and he is suspected of murdering hundreds of people."

Helen's bare feet froze.

She turned her head stiffly, and asked tremblingly, "What did you say? He, Mensky, murdered hundreds of people? How is this possible!?"

Thinking of how many times she slept with an executioner whose hands were bloody, Helen felt a nausea rise from her stomach, she wanted to vomit, she wanted to cry, and even more wanted to cry.

"No, it's impossible."

Helen began to deny it for her own conscience: "Although Mensky is not a good man, it is impossible for him to murder so many people. He is an executive of a pharmaceutical company, and he is not a terrorist!"

"Drugs and poisons differ only in measure."

Without explaining the drug experiment in detail, Romon just put the car keys he won and more than [-] dollars in cash on the table, and said to Helen with a smile:

"With this money, drive this car, find a beautiful city to live for a few days, and after you see the news you want to read in the newspaper, you can start a new life."

"You want to give me all the winnings and the car?"

Romon's generosity far exceeded Helen's expectations. She looked at Romon in disbelief, and for a moment thought she was dreaming:

That's $10,000+ in cash, and a sports car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars!

Just give it to a stranger so casually?

Feeling Helen's unbelievable gaze, Romon didn't say anything, just picked up the champagne bottle, refilled the two goblets with champagne, and then handed the one with the lipstick stain on it to Helen:

"Think of these things as my apology to Miss Helen. After all, I have let such a beautiful lady down."

"Actually, you still have a chance to recover."

After receiving the champagne glass from Romon, Helen didn't drink, but wrapped the hand holding the glass around Romon's neck, and kissed her vermilion lips.

The plump and fiery lips were printed on Romon's right index finger.

Looking at Helen's puzzled eyes, Romon lowered his head and whispered in Helen's ear: "No, Miss Helen, if you are so enthusiastic, I will miss today's second date."

After Romon finished speaking, he left Helen's embrace, took a sip of the champagne in his glass, and said goodbye: "Miss Helen, I wish you a wonderful night."

"Mensky is a decisive man, and his marksmanship is very good." Knowing that Romon didn't linger with her because of future tasks, Helen's wounded heart recovered a little.

Hearing Helen's reminder to himself, Romon smiled and said, "Miss Helen, I am equally confident in marksmanship."

"Then is there a chance for us to meet again?"

Helen didn't want to simply end today's relationship, and facing such a request, Romon naturally focused on the expressiveness of the camera.

He raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Helen with affectionate eyes, and said softly: "I believe that the Lord will arrange everything."

After speaking, Romon put the goblet on the table, then waved his hands and left the villa, heading for the second date tonight.

Mensky and Le En drank late, and when he returned to Villa No. 4 drunk, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Pushing open the door of the villa, looking at the living room that was only barely illuminated by dim lights, Mensky didn't bother to turn on the headlights, so he just swayed towards the sofa, thinking of going to the sofa to relax his heavy body first I'll talk about it later.

"Ah~~~~"

Slumped on the sofa, Mensky felt that he was alive again. He touched his hands to his trouser pockets, thinking about pulling out his roots to relieve his fatigue.

At this moment, a Marlboro cigarette was handed to him, and at the same time a deep and charming male voice sounded:

"Mr. Mensky is looking for this?"

The wine woke up instantly.

Turning his head following the voice, Mensky looked at Romon's shadowy face under the dim light, and knew he was about to suffer.

"FBI?"

"Is it important?"

"Oh, that's true."

Stretching out his neck and grabbing the Marlboro cigarette that Romon handed him, Mensky said, "Is there only smoke but no fire?"

"how could be."

Instead of using a lighter, he used the most primitive match. Romon bowed his hands, lit a cigarette for Mensky, and then extinguished the match in his hand.

In the end, the green smoke from the match when it dissipated combined with the thick smoke from Mensky's spout. After the two merged, they curled up. At the same time, Mensky's hoarse voice came: "That bitch, Helen! brought you here?"

"No, Miss Helen said she wasn't that cruel."

"Hehe, is that right, then should I thank her for her affection?" Taunting Helen, Mensky said, "Let's not talk about that bitch, tell me about you, what do you want from me? Some Money? Or something?"

"I gave that Aston Martin to Miss Helen."

Romon's sideways answer made Mensky's face stiff. He sneered and sneered, "Then you are really generous, that car is worth 40 dollars, enough for you to pay a hundred Helens." Such a woman."

"Mr. Mensky, it seems that there is a big gap between us in terms of life philosophy. In my opinion, the love of every lady is the most precious and priceless treasure in the world, which is far from being measured by money."

The most important thing to interpret James Bond is to interpret Bond's gentlemanly demeanor towards women. After all, there are so many series of spy war movies in the world, only "007" created the word Bond girl.

"Boy, I've lived here for more than 40 years, and I haven't quite figured out what kind of men I hate, but today, I know."

Really unable to bear the gap between Romon and himself, Mensky took the initiative to change the topic and said, "Speak directly, what do you want to know from me?"

"I want to know the specific address, the specific address where you conduct human experiments."

"Are you really a fucking FBI agent?"

Listening to Romon's question about the human experiment, Mensky laughed at himself: "It is said that FBI agents like to dig into the sewers to gather information silently, but who would have thought that there would be a lunatic like you to imitate the plot of the agents in the movie , come to a frontal attack."

"Usually only unexpected actions can achieve unexpected results." Luo Meng said with a smile: "What's more, I don't like to follow the rules, and I don't like to cover up."

"Boy, since you are from the FBI, you should be even more aware that the matter you are investigating is not something that a small agent like you should intervene in."

"What if I insist on intervening?"

"The end of being obsessed with obsession is death."

"But I can guarantee that you will die earlier than me, and die more miserable than me."

"Can you tell me, how did you find me? I don't think I left a hole, or is that bitch Helen your spy?"

This time, facing Mensky's question, Romon did not answer, but bent down, pulled out Mensky's half-smoked cigarette, turned the cigarette butt, and poked Mensky's left cheek.

"Ahhhh!"

A shrill scream sounded in Villa No. 4.

Simultaneously with the screams, Romon's camera dimmed a little bit. After all, torture is not in line with Bond's gentlemanly style. Simply skip it and let the audience understand.

When the camera came on again, it was Romon driving the speedboat away from Tulum. As for why he went from the sea, of course it was because he wanted to throw something into the sea.

At noon the next day, the waiter of Villa No. 4 came to the villa on time to clean up the garbage.

As a result, the villa, which was somewhat rubbish on weekdays, was as clean today as if it had been cleaned with care.

"Did the young couple go out to play yesterday?"

The life of the rich is not as boring as that of the poor. The waiter didn't think much about why the two of Menzies were not at home. He just took away the half of the cigarettes in the ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, closed the door of the villa and left.

I don't mind for one day, I don't mind for two days, but I haven't seen anyone for a whole week. The lobby manager of Shengxia Hotel is in a hurry: Brother, it doesn't matter if you are here or not, you should pay for the room!

He kept calling the number reserved by Menzies, but the lobby manager only got a constant busy tone.

"Damn it, that damned bastard ran away! Quickly take back Villa No. 4! I've lost money for days!"

Leaving aside the irritable lobby manager, let's just talk about Romon's side.

A week ago, he had deliberately sunk Mensky into the Atlantic Ocean, because Mensky reminded him of a sentence, that is, Mensky said that Lehn knew that the FBI was looking for him.

Since there is an internal response in the organization, there is no need to report everything to the organization and conceal what needs to be concealed. Luo Meng used Mensky's mobile phone to pretend that he was receiving 'goods' in Monterey.

In the past week, Romon has dealt with 37 hunters who came to deliver 'goods', and rescued almost [-] poor people in Central and South America who were deceived in their vain attempt to get rich in the United States.

boom!

The gunshot rang out, and Romon was on the blacklist. After checking off the name of the last hunter, he took out his mobile phone and sent Le En a code word that the experiment was ready.

Speaking of the code words, that kid Mensky was going to trick Romon, but he was perfectly spotted by Romon's micro-expression reading. After enjoying a whole set of CIA spa treatment for nothing, he finally told him and Lemon when he was dying. The code word of en contact.

Sure enough, as soon as Romon sent the code word, Le En replied with the news that the experimenters would arrive in Monterey tomorrow.

"Leen, get ready to read the news headlines in Monterrey early in the morning the day after tomorrow, there are surprises waiting for you~"

Although what Oswell is going to conduct is a drug experiment, this experiment does not mean that people take the drug and let the experimenters observe it.

In order to obtain accurate experimental data, this set of drug experiments has a special experimental site and experimental equipment.

Otherwise, there is no need for Oswell to go to India to redo this experiment.

Now, the surprise that Romon wanted to give to Le En was to send him this whole set of experimental site and experimental personnel to meet God.