On the vast lawn in the courtyard of the Luna Club, there are more than 20 luxuriously decorated two-story villas for members who come to participate in the event to stay temporarily. In fact, they are rarely full. Generally speaking, the club will control the number of members in each event to between twelve and fifteen to ensure the quality of the event.
Garcia chose one of them at random, and a maid immediately came forward to take care of the room for him, and put fresh flowers and fruits on it. Dinner can be sent to the room alone, or go to the club hall to enjoy a buffet. He chose the former and dispatched all the servants.
After more than half an hour of rest after eating, the doorbell rang. He got up to open the door, and a woman in a long burgundy dress walked in. She was blond and blue-eyed, with a pair of plump hemispheres on her breasts. The skirt had high crosses, and her long, snow-white thighs were looming. Impeccable beauty. "Hi, my name is Emily," her voice is crisp and delicate, "Do you want to come out and play, bridge, billiards, roulette... There are also bars and outdoor swimming pools. There are plenty of entertainment activities in the evening. Let's find one How are you interested?"
Garcia avoided the arm she took on her initiative and said nonchalantly, "No, no, I was a little tired from the plane today, and I want to take a good rest."
The hand of the blond beauty pushed away and slid to his lower back and stroked it along the spine. The smile on her face became sweeter: "Then let me do a massage for you to relieve fatigue, no matter Chinese or Thai. I'm very good at it."
Garcia grabbed her wrist with a backhand and flicked. Emily felt that a force was driving her body, and she involuntarily rotated half a circle like a tango dance step, her skirt wafting with layers of red waves on her ankles—then she found herself facing the open door, gently on her back With a push, he returned to the porch so inexplicably.
She turned around and looked at the door that was closed again, with a charming smile on her face before she could close it, and then realized that she was disgusted. "The bonus has gone..." she muttered, and walked away sadly on her high heels.
After less than fifteen minutes of silence, the doorbell rang again.
Garcia threw half of his suit jacket on the sofa and walked over to open the door—this time a young and handsome boy with red lips and white teeth, no more than eighteen years old, smiling charmingly at him. Garcia sighed helplessly in his heart, frowning with a hint of arrogance and fussy: "Okay, tell your person in charge, if it's all of this level, don't bother me tonight!"
He slammed the door shut, and the red light "No Disturbance" lit under the doorbell.
The boy stared at the red light for a few seconds, then blew his whistle regretfully—he rarely encountered such a handsome guest. In fact, when the door opened, he even felt a sense of rejoicing against his professional ethics. It's a pity that the other person's eyes are higher than the top, no one can look down on them except the angels. Well, you can just look in the mirror and masturbate, what kind of bed partner should you look for! He walked away in a tummy.
Garcia estimated that there would be no "Nightingale" to bother him, walked into the bathroom half the size of a basketball court, and washed his face happily with cold water.
The small stream of water slipped from the skin, and his neat back was not too compliant, and he made a few strands of black hair, which hung wet on his forehead. He looked at himself in the mirror, and felt familiar and strange.
Colored contact lenses, new hairstyles, proper makeup skills, well-designed character and language style, flawless identity background... These are all easy things, as he said to Edman, think about who is behind Backing you up-it's the federal government, what resources can't be used for you
The difficulty lies in himself—how to perfectly disguise another completely different identity without arousing anyone's suspicion.
A week ago.
Leo was hurriedly recalled to the headquarters during his vacation. Gaudi, his immediate boss, threw a bomb at the group meeting—a roll of accidentally intercepted film footage, and several experienced and experienced agents almost vomited. One place.
From the angle of view, this video should have been shot by four cameras at the same time and edited. It is a bit rough according to the professional perspective, but the content is shocking: a group of people in red, all races, men, women and children. Yes, from a row of cellars similar to the basement, they squeezed out of each other, rushed to their lives in the open space, bullets kept shooting on the ground by their feet, and mud splashing. Behind them, more than twenty large dogs barked and chased them, threw down those who were about to escape into the jungle one by one, biting their hands and feet and dragging them back to the center of the clearing one by one. The horrified crowd screamed and struggled, trying to escape from the fierce beasts, but the well-trained dogs played with them like cats and mice, constantly biting their limbs and non-vital parts. The miserable howlings and desperate pleadings of these people pleased several gunmen onlookers. They bite their cigarettes and talked and laughed vigorously, as if they were appreciating the wonderful performances on the stage and commenting on the performance of each bulldog.
Satisfied, they shot these dying people indiscriminately. The next scene was even more horrible-the bulldogs swarmed up and ate the corpse to a pile of flesh and blood bones. The enlarged close-up shot was disgusting. The whole process lasted for nearly an hour!
They thought it was a special effects production, but after the technician's inspection and analysis, the possibility of the original sound recording is very high. If these tragic scenes have really happened, it is not in hell, but in the world! Some people shoot it and make it into a small movie, preparing to smuggle it abroad, attracting those who love twisted tastes to buy it with a lot of money, so as to make a lot of money.
Judging from the slang spoken by some of the victims, it is very likely that they are Americans. The agents were shocked and angered-such atrocities happened to the citizens of the country. Was it pure perverted killing, or a provocation to the government and regime
Amidst the discussion, Leo stared silently at the screen, feeling that the matter was not just as simple as torturing a small movie, but there was no obvious evidence of rising to a political height... What are the identities of these victims? How was it imprisoned? Who is the murderer? Is there a manipulator behind the scenes? Where is the crime scene? A lot of questions came and pressed huge anger into the bottom of his heart-he needed calm thinking and keen discovery more than those emotions that didn't help.
"First, where the film was intercepted, and whether the suspect can provide relevant clues. Second, intercept the appearance of the victim and investigate whether there are related missing persons records. Third, start with the dog breeds and gun models they use , See if you can find something out of it." Leo looked at the dark-skinned old man sitting in the first seat and made three concise suggestions.
Gaudí clicked his fingertips on the desktop approvingly, "A very effective proposal. In fact, we got this film three months ago and selected some agents to form a task force to start the investigation. I wanted to call you on. , Leo, but you have enough cases in hand, it is not appropriate to hand over to anyone... In short, we already have some eyebrows, and we have objects of suspicion, but—"
He paused for a while and continued: "This person has a special identity. His father is the Duke of Yavre. Although in 2007, when Britain abolished hereditary nobility and knighthood, the Duke of Yavre was also among them. The eldest son can no longer follow the title of Duke, but the traditional power of more than 700 years is much stronger than we thought. The eldest son of the Duke still enjoys privileges in many aspects under the support of strong wealth. This makes our investigation difficult, especially when it comes to it. Diplomacy of the two countries and international public opinion..."
"Should we just let go and let our citizens be slaughtered indiscriminately?" an agent said indignantly.
Gaudí made a gesture to signal him to calm down, "Of course not, we are not weak Afghanistan or China looking forward and backward, not to mention that he is just the son of a civilian duke, even if the duke himself, how can he behave against other people? No matter, but as long as he is a U.S. citizen, he is not allowed to get involved! What we need now is conclusive evidence. As long as the evidence is available, we will arrest him."
"Conclusive... To what extent?" Another agent asked disapprovingly, thinking that it is necessary to be so cautious. Isn't our best at raiding people and creating evidence
"The extent to which the British side was speechless." Gaudí said.
Everyone was silent.
The old black man threw the bomb again, "I need an undercover agent. To prevent leakage, it cannot be the group of people from the task force-I want to choose one among you."
The five agents at the bottom couldn't help looking at each other, and they didn't say anything for a while, including Leo.
Gaudi glanced at Ai Jiang somewhat unexpectedly. He thought he would be the first to invite him, just as he had done countless times before.
… What happened? He asked with his eyes.
The black-haired agent looked worried and complex. Can you talk about it alone? He asked silently.
After receiving the message, Gaudi nodded, "Leo, come out with me, the other people will leave the meeting first." They walked to the next room, "Let's talk, there is something wrong with you." The old man said unusually kindly. .
Leo stopped talking, and finally made up his mind, took out a page from his notebook and handed it to him: "Look, it's all in this report."
Gaudí took it and read it carefully, with subtle surprises, gratifications, and disapproval in his expression. They blended together naturally, and finally formed a strange smile. "-Then what?"
"Then?" Leo contemplated his true meaning in a puzzled way, "Then wait for the punishment in the bureau." He said sadly, "After all, it was a serious manslaughter incident, and forged evidence to conceal it for five years... Maybe it will be fired, or worse..."
"If I were you, since I have been hiding it for so long, I will simply hide it to the end and bring this secret to the grave."
"I had planned this before, but my conscience didn't allow it, and Debi didn't agree. Only by doing this can her soul rest completely."
Gaudi sighed with a smile, folded the report paper and put it in his pocket, "Respect your wishes, and I will send this report. But don't expect too much about the dismissal. There is a shortage of elites in the bureau. Guys will not let you go for a leisurely life in vain, at most it means demoting or giving some punishment—oh, no, don’t show this kind of “unfair” look, Leo, people and people may have the right to live. But in terms of the value of survival, you can’t expect the bureau to value the life of a five-year-old girl more than a well-trained backbone agent.”
He patted Palio on the shoulder, interrupted the rebuttal he was about to give, and said earnestly in the tone of the person who came over: "You are still too young, my child, after you have been in this society for a few years, some things will naturally be seen through. "
Leo stood blankly under his palm, not knowing how to answer.
Before leaving, Gaudí turned around and said: "If you feel bad in your heart, just accept this task. Think about the people in the video, I don't know how many innocent people will follow in their footsteps. We can't save the dead. People can at least do their part for the living, can't they."
"If you are still willing to trust me-this task, I will take it." The black-haired agent resolutely said.
"Of course, there is no doubt about your loyalty to the profession," said his immediate boss. "But before that, you need a special training."
"What about training?"
"How to be a rich man."
"Isn't that simple, just give me a bank account of one hundred million dollars—or, one billion dollars? I don't mind."
Gaudí laughed, "Oh, it's not that simple, boy, what you lack is not only money, but also a kind of temperament-the kind of upper-class temperament who spends money like dirt and regards the people as stubborn."
"Can you describe it?"
"Uh, things like'inattentive arrogance' and'inborn superiority'? It's a pity that I am not one of them. However, an etiquette expert and a psychology teacher were invited to the bureau. Special training in this area for you."
Leo shrugged helplessly, "It sounds boring enough. In short, I just want to make myself believe that the earth revolves around me."
"It's not bad." Gaudí was satisfied with his comprehension. "In addition, we will arrange a contact person for you, and he will help you break into the other party's small group..." They talked in a low voice and walked out of the room. .
Garcia, no, it should be said that he is the undercover federal agent Leo. He has now successfully entered the Luna Club, but he is still a long way from his expected goal-he must be close to the club’s founder and leader Xiaoya Fuer, and got enough evidence to convict him, revealing the truth about what happened on this jungle island.
He made sufficient preparations for this, but what he never expected was that a guy who appeared unexpectedly disrupted his overall plan and turned the situation out of control.