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"Sir, the upstairs is the boss's private place and does not receive guests."

"Bring me a 'Flack'..."

"'Flac'? We haven't had this thing for sixty years." The bodyguard man frowned and thought for a moment, maybe he was judging whether he should use his fist to shut up this apparently trick-or-treating guy, or just stare at him. The enemy will keep him here forever.

"Well, it looks like you don't understand this, so why don't you ask your boss? Flack from Universal Export, I think your boss will."

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and eventually one of them turned and went upstairs, while the other stared downstairs tightly, watching Bond intently.At this time, Bond's hand suddenly stretched to the neckline, and the man subconsciously stretched his hand to the waist of his trousers.

"Okay, young man, you should relax. I want to say, the air here is really stuffy." Bond just loosened his collar without any extra action.Seeing this, the man hesitated before letting go of the hand that was already holding the gun handle behind his back.

After a while, the man who went upstairs before came down: "The boss asked you to go up, come with me! However, give me your passport first.

Bond shrugged and handed over his passport.The man took it and looked at it casually, his face changed slightly, and he looked up and glanced at him, but he didn't say anything and lowered his head to lead the way in front.As for the little girl who followed Bond, they were ignored from beginning to end.

Compared with the hustle and bustle on the first floor, the second floor is obviously much quieter.In fact, it can even be called 'silence', and the sound insulation layer separates the place and the downstairs into two different worlds.The lights on the walkway are not very bright, but they are enough to make people see everything around.

The man brought the two of them to a door at the end of the corridor, knocked on the heavy wooden door with his hands, and let them in after getting permission.

Lin Xiao originally thought that the person running such a nightclub would be a businessman or a rogue leader, but he didn't expect an old man with golden glasses to appear in front of him.He was sitting in the deepest part of the spacious study, reading a heavy book by the lamp.The bodyguard man walked to the desk and whispered a few words to the old man before he raised his head.

"Mr. Bond? Well, I think the name says a lot."

"Hello, Mr. Bruce, I want to say that the business here is good, and it is rare to see such a prosperous place in Turkey today."

"You're right, but some industries will not be destroyed by war. In fact, they have existed for thousands of years, and may be more tenacious than humans themselves." The old man said with a sarcastic smile, he took off the gold wire Glasses, the color of the eyes in the deep eye sockets makes people unable to see clearly.

"Well, it's hard for me to imagine how Turkey will turn out, even though it joined the Eurasian Federation fifty years ago, I haven't seen anything better. Well, I can tell where you're still standing now. ?"

"Which side do you stand on? A regime change every few years, I don't think such a question makes any sense..."

"I think, at least you should still remember who you are, or you've quit cia?"

The old man paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Of course, I don't have the option to quit, just like you, Mr. Bond from mi6. But I prefer my current job, compared to those in the past, the guests downstairs are just like you. As clean as an Alpine stream."

"No matter how the regime changes, I don't think a terrorist group can bring any light here. I guess I should be able to get some help from you, too?"

The old man did not answer, but bowed his head in silence, looking out from the second floor, blue and red police lights were flashing outside the window.

"Well, I think I see your choice."

The conversation should end here, it should be, but the old man with his head down suddenly raised his head: "I can cooperate with anyone, Mr. Bond, including you, you can leave through the back door, and this is a parting gift. Bar."

What the old man handed was a black box with a thin magnetic sheet lying in it, which was an electronic memory card.

"Thank you very much, sir." Bond gave him a deep look, turned and left decisively, "I hope you can have a quiet old age."

The sound of the carnival downstairs was quickly drowned out by the screams, and the vibration of the leather boots stepping on the floor was transmitted to the second floor. Two minutes later, the door of the old man's study was opened again, and a row of armed men with live ammunition entered.

"Mr. Bruce, thank you for giving us clues, now, where is 'he'?"

The old man pointed in the direction of the back door, "You know, sir, I have my difficulties."

"Of course, I understand very well that you are a good law-abiding citizen. Leave it to us, and I am sorry for disturbing your business."

Different from the splendid entrance of Paradise City, there is a small door behind it that is almost in disrepair. The small door opens on the second floor and is connected to a narrow steel escalator with peeling paint. 'crunch' sound.

Taking the time to go downstairs, Bond put on a pair of sunglasses and a fake beard, and the whole person looked completely different.In fact, when they circled to the front door and walked past a police car undisguised, the several agents with Bond photos in their hands made no attempt to stop them.

If Bond felt like a keen hunter before, now he is like a simple and honest deacon, closely following his master.As the 'master', Lin Xiao also changed at the right time. In fact, there is no need to disguise. Even wearing a simple dress, the witch's mystery and unique noble temperament are impressive.

Bond is very clear that they need a car at this time, and the unmanned taxis with electronic navigation can be seen everywhere on the road. Sports cars attracted.

Unlike the other vehicles, that car was clearly a gasoline car.At a time when oil is scarce and exhausted, transportation generally uses electricity provided by solar energy or nuclear power plants. Gasoline cars have long since disappeared, and the ability to drive such a car is either rich or expensive.

In this war-torn country, the daily expenses of ordinary people are very tight, and the gap between the rich and the poor is so huge.

"Damn rich man." Bond muttered softly, not in line with his deacon temperament, and the voice could only be heard clearly by Lin Xiao in front of him.Bond thought, though, that the car matched their outfits at the time.He walked to the front of the car, but there was no movement, and the door that was locked opened quickly.

"Get in the car!" Reaching out to open the rear door, Bond made a gesture of invitation, closed the rear door and got into the driver's seat.

Different from the current locks of electric vehicles, gasoline vehicles in the ad era can be started as long as they are connected to a fire. I didn't expect this technology to be useful one day.Bond thought so, he stretched out his hand and was about to move, but he heard a 'di' sound, and the headlights turned on.

A hand reached out from the back seat, holding a key.

"I want this to be more convenient, Mr. Bond, this Lamborghini is my car."

Chapter [-] Xiong Da is a bear or a tiger

The roar of the gasoline engine roared on the highway, and the powerful Lamborghini was like a Mercedes-Benz behemoth, trampling the dark silence with its din.

"Get to know me again, I'm James Bond, I think Mrs. M must have told you. However, mi6 is now short of staff, and even children are not spared?"

"I think you misunderstood. I'm not a member of mi6. Mrs. M asked our Madinez for assistance. That's why I'm here."

"Madinez?" As an intelligence officer, Bond has of course heard about this unit. He nodded understandingly: "I think I know the reason why you would intervene, um..."

Bond found that he did not know the other party's name.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Lin Xiao, and I belong to the Madinez Special Aviation Force."

"Lieutenant Colonel Lin Xiao?" Bond picked his thick black eyebrows, at this time his fake beard had been taken off, revealing his original appearance: "Well, I heard about you, the only one who got Nebula The natural person of the medal, I can't imagine that he is so young, and he is ranked as a lieutenant colonel at such an age, tsk, I am afraid he is the youngest lieutenant colonel in the world!"

Lin Xiao was not surprised that the other party told him about his situation. To say that the most sensitive to all kinds of information that is updated every day in this world, of course, are only the intelligence personnel.

In fact, Lin Xiao suspects that Bond may be more familiar with his information in this world than himself.

"So, besides coming to meet me, 'Valagine' is also your goal, right?"