Louis Barbeuf.

McCrackensky had a headache.

In appearance, he is a typical Europa and Eastern European type, but perhaps because he is a little older, his back looks stooped, and his face has begun to have age spots. From the outside, he looks like an old man walking around in a suburban manor.

Like the boss of KGB Section 12!

These twelve divisions are mainly responsible for detecting tasks such as murder, misappropriation of huge amounts of national property and public property, smuggling, foreign exchange speculation, illegal access to major national secrets, etc.

Although the KGB is also undergoing internal decay, it is undeniable that the enemy cannot hide from the information they want to know.

What makes them fall apart is always the inside.

At this time, there were photos of Robert and two employees on Louis Barbeuf's desk. On his right was Nabokov, a member of the Tomahawk who was shot. There was also a bullet. He picked up the bullet without hesitation and squinted.

I looked carefully through the light and could see the remaining blood stains on it, which were taken from Nabokov's head.

One shot to the head!

This is what he wrote in his subordinate's report: The other party is very likely to have received professional military training.

"Wayne Rooney?"

When Louis Barbeuf spoke, his voice was hoarse. This was because he had injured his vocal cords during the foreign wars in the 1950s. If he hadn't been so lucky, he would have died a long time ago. He always felt that the name sounded like a fat man.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door outside, making the slightly gloomy office seem even more tense.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside in, and a young man wearing a lieutenant's Soviet-style military uniform came in, saluted with a military salute, handed over the documents with both hands, and reported, "We did not find anyone named Wayne Rooney at the airport.

However, through our investigation, we found that a German named Isaiah Landseer is very similar to him and went to Kiev, Ukraine."

"Are you sure you look like him?" Louis Barbeuf asked with a frown.

"Sure, I found their figures on the airport's analog monitor." The young lieutenant nodded firmly.

Now it’s fun…

If it was just an ordinary murder, even if the other party escaped, it would be too late to use a pseudonym. This means that the person himself came to Moscow with other intentions, and even the two names were fake.

Louis Barbeuf's eyesight, his experience told him that this kind of people definitely have major problems.

"Check! Check him for me!" He slapped Robert's photo with a determined expression, but who knew that the lieutenant looked troubled, "We have no operational funds..."

Well…

Louis Barbeuf's face froze, and he stared, full of disbelief. The young man lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

No money?

This is too ridiculous.

He himself couldn't help but want to grin, but when it showed up, it was more of a twitch. He sat down slumpedly, holding his head high, and his face showed a bit of fatigue.

As we get older, just like this empire, it is getting old.

It's ridiculous that intelligence agencies can't carry out tracking because they don't have money.

Louis Barbeuf even wondered why he was not killed in the 1950s, but now he had to watch his beloved country reach the edge of ruin. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.

, opened it again, and there were still subordinates here. He couldn't show too much sinking, so he sat up straight and said, "Let the people over there in Ukraine help keep an eye on it."

"They..." the lieutenant hesitated.

"I know what you want to say, but just inform them and see if they will take action." Louis Barbeuf paused, "Just let them go, but! Give me the warning to the people with Tomahawk, and ask them to be quiet."

, I have no time to care about them now, if they do this again, I will hang them up and kill them all!"

Tomahawks are famous here.

One of the local gangs in Moscow, mainly engaged in arms trading, smuggling, kidnapping, etc. If it weren't for his strong background, Louis Barbeuf would have wanted to kill him, but now he went to shoot others openly and was killed in return.

Yes, this has hit the bottom line.

I can't control outsiders, so why can't I control you?

"Yes!" The lieutenant saluted and walked out.

Louis Barbeuf put the photo aside and rubbed his temples with a headache. He felt that his chest was depressed. He held a cigarette in his hand. He stood over and opened the curtains. The hazy sunlight shone in, which was quite dazzling. He held it with one hand.

Wall, holding a cigarette in the other hand, frowning and smoking.

But he didn't see at all that on a tall building not far across from him, there was a man looking at him with a telescope.

…

Eritrea, Asmara.

Quiet, refreshing, and comfortable in the air.

You can't imagine that this is a war-torn country. Even though many residents have fled, it is still a beautiful flower city located on the Hamathon Plateau in East Africa at an altitude of 2400 meters.

Some people say that Asmara is the most beautiful city in Africa. Indeed, Asmara, which has only one main road, is small and exquisite. There are dozens of passionate works of Italian modern designers in the city. These exquisite century-old buildings,

Because the defenders abandoned the city to negotiate peace and survived the war, the British writer Michaela Jung said that Asmara is "an Italy that can only be seen in ancestral photo albums."

Because there is no direct flight from Somalia to Asmara, Tang Dao and others took a local airline small jet from Ethiopia to Johannes IV International Airport.

As soon as Tang Dao and his group of ten people walked out of the airport, several people approached from outside. Mister and others hurriedly surrounded Tang Dao.

"Sir, sir, where do you need to go?"

"Sir, do you need accommodation in the hotel? It's close to the European design style, let's find out."

…

When these people saw that Tang Dao looked like a foreigner, they took the initiative to solicit customers. People with Asian faces are known to have a lot of money.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Four or five strong black men squeezed in from behind. The leader was a bald man, but he was neatly dressed. He looked at Tang Dao with a smile on his face and bent slightly, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Nicholas? We are Ah

Reception staff at Smara University Hotel.”

This... the service is so good.

He just knew there was a pick-up service, but was the gun-wielding man behind him a bodyguard?

As soon as they saw that this rich man had made a reservation, the gangsters who were soliciting customers dispersed, and you and others couldn't rob him.

"My name is Horace, and I am the head of the external relations department of the Asmara University Hotel." The bald man smiled so flatteringly that he almost stuck out his tongue, mainly because Tang Dao and others directly booked the hotel.

, I first gave you a week’s worth of money, including room and board, a total of 4,000 US dollars.

What a rich man!

The hotel was very concerned about this, and they managed to find five clean-looking cars to use as transportation. Even the interior of the hotel was re-cleaned.

The job he came to welcome was something he had worked hard to get.

Here, as long as you have money, many people are willing to fawn over you.

Horace opened the car door, let Tang Dao get in the car, sat in the passenger seat and directed the convoy to drive towards the hotel.

Tang Dao crossed his legs and looked outside. The Queensland bottle trunk trees crisscrossed the roadside, which blocked the scorching sun. He could see children running on the road, curious eyes flashing with curiosity, and nervously looking at the convoy.

Passing by the Geshvara Cathedral with Badi-Roman-Nike architectural style, Tang Dao was attracted by its Gothic bell tower and couldn't help but take a second look.

"Sir, in a few days it will be the "Plenty Festival" in Eritrea. At that time, the bell will be rung and can be heard throughout Asmara, and doves will be released to symbolize peace." The co-pilot, Horace, has been observing.

Holding the Tang Dao, after seeing him look at him a little longer, he hurriedly smiled and said.

Who says niggas can't watch what they say?

It's just that God is fair. If they can use their brains, work hard, and have good physical fitness, they will really be invincible.

Horace was obviously well educated, so much so that he spoke politely.

"Really? Then I will definitely come and take a closer look." Tang Dao said with a smile, putting his hands on his knees and continuing to look out the window. Everything here is completely different from Somalia.

The people here...are more like gentlemen?

Asmara University Hotel is located on Ras Davida Damutu Street. It was named after the hero who resisted the Italian invasion war. It is three stories high. The decoration is not brilliant, but it is still very clean.

You can see the Royal Palace in the distance, where the emperor once stayed.

Horace got out of the car, opened the door, and introduced Tang Dao into the hotel.

But as soon as I walked in, I heard someone inside shouting in dissatisfaction and slamming the table, "Why can't we stay here? We have money."

Horace frowned, his face darkened, and he looked towards the front desk, where he saw two white men and women, carrying large and small bags on their backs. They were very dissatisfied and growled at the little girl at the front desk. The latter almost cried and was scared.

He took a step back and explained, "Sir, our place has been booked and we are not open to the public during this period."

"Fake..." The man waved his hand unhappily.

"Ferguson, if it's really not there, then let's continue looking elsewhere." Finally, the golden girl pulled the man and said, her voice was very neutral.

"Sosphia, this is already the third hotel. The others are all full. Damn it, this stupid place, why are all the hotels suddenly full?"

Ferguson, who had the same name as the godfather of Manchester United, was obviously very unhappy. He cursed a few words and started to leave with a bag in each hand. As soon as he turned around, he saw a group of people walking in. They were especially attracted by Tang Dao in the middle.

people.

Both of them were stunned. After they came to their senses, Ferguson lowered his head and swore a national curse, and then said sourly, "Damn Asians."

Sosphia frowned and did not refute him, but just stared at Tang Dao. The latter also turned to look at him as if he had a tacit understanding. Suddenly the former put down his bag and ran over.

"Sir, wait a moment."
Chapter completed!