In mid-July 2151, the world economic situation eased, and most politicians from various countries who knew that the instigator of the economic crisis had been shot in the head firmly believed that this crisis was about to be overcome.

Intelligence officials from various countries have already focused their work on dealing with domestic unrest. After all, the lingering effects of the economic crisis are still there, and a large number of unemployed people in many places are still living like food.

Even Adele and her colleagues found that most of the clues of GLS were suddenly interrupted. Some of the GLS members who had been exposed disappeared, and some seemed to be honest and normal, with nothing strange about them.

Of course, Jose and some of his staff always firmly believe that GLS or someone else is brewing a bigger conspiracy, because the dignitaries who promised Ruan Jinwen in the server to return to the real world have fulfilled their promises this year.

At the beginning of June, they returned to the bodies of their respective clone newborns, and had already taken over their own financial or other personal matters during their lifetime, leaving almost none of them missing.

Except for the unlucky Jin Junjae, the self-proclaimed richest man in Asia.

No matter how Jose raised the danger warning at the regular meeting of the permanent members of the Security Council, and even threatened to resign, he still failed to obtain authorization to retrieve the server or arrest one or two relevant personnel to scan his memory.

This is also the main reason why Jose had to seek help from the Silver Shield organization.

When Kim Jun-jae's clone was born from the new "Smith" brand cloning warehouse in his family hospital in Seoul, there were many people with strange movements near the hospital.

This hospital, named Hal Rebirth Beauty, is located at the intersection of a T-shaped intersection in Sinsa-dong, south of the Han River in Seoul. There are avenues lined with high-rise buildings to the left and right of the hospital, and directly opposite it is a bustling commercial pedestrian street.

Outside the major shops on the commercial pedestrian street, there are many roadside vendors, including Adele, who is dressed up as a young street painter.

At noon that day, a tall white woman walked up to Adele's simple stall and said softly in English with an Australian accent: "Young man, I would like to ask you to draw a portrait of me."

She had a crew cut, a huge silver earring on her left ear, and a dark blue denim suit. Adele, who was sitting comfortably on a small yellow wooden chair and smoking a cigar, raised her eyes and glanced at the other person with a twinkling look in her eyes.

After a moment of sullenness, he said angrily in Korean with a Gwangju accent: "10 dollars."

The white woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said in broken Korean: "It's really not cheap. This price includes you drinking a cup of coffee with me, okay?"

Adele took a deep breath: "Ah, come on, if you like to draw, if you don't, get out!"

The white woman lifted up the dark blue mini dress, sat down on the red plastic stool in front of Adele, and said sweetly: "Young man, you have to be more serious about your painting. Also, what's on your body?"

I really like the smell of lilac.”

Adele remained silent and slowly laid the white drawing paper on the wooden easel. After drawing a rough outline of the other party with a pencil, she saw no one was around and her lips did not move. She pinched her lips and said in Chinese: "Leg hair."

The white woman looked at the black stockings on her legs awkwardly, reached out and plucked out a piece of leg hair protruding from the stockings on her left knee, and then used the same method and said in a pure Beijing accent without moving her lips:

"Shaoyao, why are there no one among you? Do you want to come in person?"

Adele said: "Dai, as the boss of the CIA's Asia Division, didn't you also come here to watch the show in person?"

The white woman immediately looked around in a panic and said in a lower voice: "Auntie, please don't talk nonsense on the street, and please don't call me Dumb. I won't call me that now. You have to call me darling."

Add my name!”

A hint of joking flashed in Adele's eyes: "Dumb, ah no, Mr. Dawson, you came here to provoke me yourself. I am no longer your student. Please don't ask me to do anything."

After saying that, he took off the sketch he had drawn on the easel.

Dawson took the drawing paper and was shocked. It turned out that although the drawing was composed of very simple lines, it clearly outlined what he looked like as a man.

This was a big taboo for intelligence officers, so Dawson quickly put away the drawing paper, threw down the 10 dollars, walked to the coffee shop across the street, ordered a cup of coffee, chose an empty seat, sat down, and shouted fiercely through the glass.

Staring at Adele.

As for the hospital, he doesn't have to worry, because there are still several of his men hanging around, and he believes that Adele's people are the same.

In the Amazon primeval forest in 2144, there was a large open space that had been artificially cultivated, and several rows of wooden houses were built on the edge of the open space.

"Who are you?!!!" Lieutenant Dawson, wearing a green summer digital camouflage uniform, stood in the middle of the open space and shouted to a group of male and female recruits running in circles around the open space.

Wearing green camouflage trousers and earth-green T-shirts, the recruits lined up in two columns and shouted in unison: "We are bedbugs, dog shit, garbage, scum, and rookies!"

Dawson, who had a straight face, would occasionally glance at the tall oriental woman with a calm face in the queue of recruits.

"Twenty laps left, you can remove the word bed bug!!!!!" After raising his hands and rubbing his cheeks, Dawson continued to shout hoarsely.

"Chuchuchu!!!Boom!!!"

In a small village in the hinterland of the Sahara Desert, five or six soldiers who were armed to the teeth were beaten to death by the weapons of several car-sized unmanned aerial vehicles, and finally escaped into a small turret made of titanium alloy and nano-ceramics.

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"Instructor, aren't you talking about a drill? How can they fire live ammunition and we are not allowed to fight back?" Adele, who was wearing a full-coverage helmet and a soft alloy fiber one-piece desert camouflage suit with the main color of earthy yellow, said to her side

Lieutenant Dawson asked softly.

Dawson squatted on the ground on tiptoes, observing the situation outside through the reconnaissance system projected in the helmet and said: "I don't know, the higher-ups may want to test everyone's ability to prepare for battle. What are you talking about? Just continue playing chess.

"

Adele could only continue to squat on the ground on tiptoes like Dawson, staring at a chess board displayed in front of her in the helmet, thinking about the next move.

"boom!!!!"

There was another loud noise, which shook the people in the turret to the point where they almost bounced off the ground. If they were not wearing advanced one-piece protective clothing and anti-seismic combat boots, and squatting on the ground in an awkward posture, combined with the fact that the base of the turret also has anti-seismic devices,

Their internal organs were 100% shattered into meat paste.

"They actually used anti-tank weapons!! I quit, I want to quit, I want to go home!!! We are squatting here on tiptoes together, are we going to poop? It's so ungraceful!" At this time, a man

the soldier shouted.

Some of the other soldiers lowered their heads to cover their ears on their helmets, and some were tremblingly operating their virtual mice.

Only Adele remained unmoved, continuing to breathe slowly and immersed in the chess game.

After receiving a few more bullets and seeing tiny cracks appear on the inside of the turret, the drone in the sky finally seemed to have lost fuel and slowly landed vertically on the ground and stopped moving.

"Adele wins first." Dawson nodded and said after standing up, taking off his helmet, and lighting a Winston cigarette.

The other soldiers shook their heads and sighed, opened the heavy door of the turret and left first.

Dawson looked at Adele who took off her helmet and sat on the ground gasping for air. He took a deep breath and said, "Zhang, congratulations on becoming one of us. To celebrate, let's give a hug..."

Adele said without raising her head: "I'm sorry, the air-conditioning filter in my clothes has been clogged for three days, and now my whole body stinks like it was fished out of a cesspit. Let's leave a good impression on each other. After all, it will be the same in the future."

Colleagues."

Dawson scratched his head and said, "Well, give yourself a code name?"

"Peony." After Adele finished speaking, she walked out of the bunker without looking back.

"Bang! Bang! Dong Dong Dong!!!"

Deafening music was playing in a large bar in the commercial area of ​​the Lunar T10 Base.

Crowded people were twisting their bodies crazily to the music throughout the bar, and the bar was filled with the smell of tobacco, alcohol, perfume, and sweat.

At a small table in the corner of the bar, two men and a woman were also swaying to the music and drinking.

While one of the black youths was going to the toilet, another white man spoke to the Oriental woman with his tongue out loud: "Paeony, Peony, I, I see this guy is very interesting to you, for his memory,

You think of a way to sleep with him tonight, squeeze him dry, and wait until he is exhausted and falls asleep..."

"Snapped!!!"

Adele, who had long purple hair, heavy makeup and cool clothes, slapped the other person involuntarily and yelled: "Get out! If it doesn't work, just drug her!!!"

The man touched his cheek and said angrily: "This, this is an order! Who, who allowed this kid to drink so much that he can't get drunk. He drugged and drugged the other party. Even if it is more than ten years later, he can still pass the physical examination.

, if it is detected, it will not be able to achieve the effect of being invisible. "

Adele said: "Dumb, forced scanning of the brain will leave traces, which can be detected in the future. We are solving the case, and we don't care what happens to him more than ten years later. More than ten years after solving the case, this kid is still in prison.

So it’s better to be simple and crude and just administer the medicine!”

The man shed tears and said: "Call me Dawson! I have promised the director to solve the case as soon as possible, so I order you to sleep with him tonight!"

Adele said: "Dumb, this is just a job for me, don't force me."

Dawson covered his face with his hands, wiped away the tears, took a deep breath and said: "Do you know, do you know how many people this guy and his accomplices have poisoned? If you refuse my order like this, do you have any conscience?
Chapter completed!