South Africa, Cape Town. In the bustling area of ​​citybow city center area, there is a quiet cafe. This is a very European-style cafe with bright yellow lights and marble floors, small square tables and backrest chairs, and some small booths.

On the locker near the window at the innermost window, Ian frowned and flirted through the documents in his hand. Ian originally replaced Johnny as the interim person in charge of South Africa, but no one expected that Johnny, who had just stepped down, would be killed in front of the airport!

The other party's technique is very professional and very fierce, and it seems to be for revenge.

"The .50-caliber hornadya-max bullet should have been shot from a tac-50. The distance is 800 meters. We calculated the approximate position of the opponent based on the ballistics. But it is obvious that the opponent is a master and is very proficient in this. We did not find any valuable clues..."

Sitting in front of Ian was a white man who looked about forty years old. He lowered his head and kept eating pasta on the plate, and occasionally picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. Ian looked at him and whispered: "The other party even cleared the traces of gunpowder explosion."

"What's going on around you?! Has anyone seen any special person walking by, or who appeared nearby at that time?!" The white man who was eating pasta did not pause, he just continued to ask. Ian smiled bitterly and said, "It happened to be a mixed living area, which is one of the slums in South Africa..."

But Ian's face looked very bad, so he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee and said, "That building was once a drug dealer. He was hunted by his enemies, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive. So no one dared to go to his house or demolish it. No one even dared to get close to..."

At this time, the white man who was eating pasta finally finished eating the side on the plate. But he looked up and looked at Ian with his gray eyes. The smell of death in his eyes made Ian shudder. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Where is the mouse?! Is it not released?!" Ian didn't know what the man was called. He only knew that this man found Johnny two hours after he died. The other party showed a document to assist in the investigation. Ian called the General Administration and the reply was: cooperate with him with all his strength and don't ask who he is.

At this time, Ian finally guessed the identity of this man. As long as Ian reaches the level of Ian, they will know that there are a group of people who are not on the list of people in the General Administration. Their data will not be stored in the database, but will only be archived in the most original way. Opening this batch of documents requires the signature of the director and the deputy director.

But the reader can only be one person, and it is stipulated as the deputy director. This strange regulation has no statement to the outside world. Even ordinary members do not know the existence of this regulation, or even the existence of those documents. Even Ian only vaguely knows the existence of those documents.

How many of those people are, what they are responsible for, what they have done... no one knows. No one will ask. Those who don’t know have no questions. Those who know have no questions.

"The mouse was released from the beginning, but now there is no reliable news coming back." Ian sighed, and he paused to look at the man who called himself "Apostle" and whispered: "In fact, I personally tend to be two-sided. The mercenary group, and then the two abandoned chess pieces."

The apostle looked at Ian, and the grayish white eyes seemed to have some color: "Your suspicion is not wrong. But I don't think these two objects are possible. The hiring group has solved the matter with Johnny. This is even a matter that is beneficial to both parties. They have no reason to kill Johnny at this time..."

"Maybe you don't know yet, a certain MP was very annoyed by Johnny's death. He had asked someone to clean up the office and was preparing to introduce Johnny at the cocktail party. As a result, Johnny died." After a pause, the apostle said, "With our current news, the legion is also pursuing this matter. It seems that they are being blamed."

Ian nodded after hearing this. If this is the case, it at least means that the legion should not have anything to do with this matter. Because there is no need for them to deal with Johnny at all, this is not only not good for them, but also has considerable disadvantages.

Of course, it may be that they did it. All this is a trick. But where is the purpose?! Their enemy is those two traitors, and it has nothing to do with Johnny!

"The two pieces are unlikely..." The apostle squinted and whispered: "The most important thing for them now is to find another asylum with enough weight. As far as I know, not only the Legion, but also the Cialis family. This also includes the person who carried out the last orders before Johnny left office."

After a pause, the apostle said in a deep voice: "At this time, what they should do is to find someone to protect them as soon as possible. For example, a donkey party, or an authority figure in the party, or those big companies. Although I don't know what price they will use to impress them, they must impress those people in order to have the opportunity to survive."

"They cannot, nor will they reach out and force us to chase them at this time." The apostle narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Of course, we cannot rule out that these two bastards choose to take revenge because Johnny abandoned them. After all, Little Albizi is a guy who even killed his father..."

"The goal is set on them for the time being." The apostle looked at Ian, took a sip of coffee and stood up, "For the outside world, they also said that they did it."

Ian frowned when he heard this and said in a deep voice: "But we haven't found out who did it yet, just announced it so hasty..."

"It doesn't matter who did it. Johnny is dead. Someone needs to be responsible. Now the two biggest suspects are the mercenary groups and chess pieces." The apostle lowered his head and put on his hat: "We still need to cooperate with that mercenary group. What can they give us those two chess pieces?"

But the apostle nodded at Ian and said, "Maybe it was one of them, maybe it was sent by someone from a small president who had been dealt with by Johnny. Who knows? There are such difficulties in the world every day. Do we have to explain each of us?!"

“Some things do not require truth, but reasonable outcomes.”

The apostle's eyes narrowed slightly: "When we consider the problem, we need to think more about the interests of America. This is the value of our existence. Whether Johnny knows this or not or admits this, it is an iron fact. Even if it is his death, we will only operate in a direction that is beneficial to us."

Ian's heart was cold after saying this. In the end, he just nodded. The apostle meant the general administration. He had no right and no right to resist. What he needed to do was to complete it according to other people's requirements.

"I always feel that maybe the person who took action is not from any of the people here..." When the apostle turned around and wanted to leave, he paused: "That person, that technique. It's very special, very similar to someone I remember. But that person shouldn't appear here..."

Ian raised his head in confusion and looked at the apostle. The latter smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's okay, you're busy with your affairs..."

Hou Dasheng was sitting in a wheelchair, and now his appearance has become a white man in his forties. He held a French passport and the customs easily let him go. The person who pushed his wheelchair was a person who looked like a housekeeper about fifty years old.

Behind the butler, there was a large group of medical and security personnel. It looked like a wealthy man was traveling. In the VIP room at Johannesburg Airport, Hou Dasheng sat down on a chair with his head down. After two weeks of continuous training, he restored his ability to speak.

Even at this time, his speech will still be paused. He still needs to continue to exercise and learn to let his brain adapt to the language pattern again. Thus, any thinking and language he used willpower to change will evolve into the result of a sentence.

So, most of the time, he just remained silent. This seemed to be in line with his identity. As long as he didn't speak, his personal temperament was still there. No one would suspect that he was a rich man, at least he would think that he was a gentleman with rich experience, well-educated, and seriousness.

Soon, a private plane was docked on the apron. Hou Dasheng was pushed and entered the airport from the VIP special passage. He was taken to the private plane on the apron by a special car. When Hou Dasheng was supported and walked slowly on the plane, he was surprised to see a person.

"Hou, I didn't expect that when we met again, we would be in this situation..." There was a person sitting on the plane. This was a French man wearing a casual suit and combed a simple and atmospheric back. He looked at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "Hou, maybe it's time for me to repay you."

Looking at the man, Hou Dasheng smiled faintly: "Mr. Benoit, thank you very much for picking me up in person."

"But what I want to say is that I chose to stand on your side not for your gratitude. This is what I am willing to do, so there is no need for you to thank me." Hou Dasheng looked at Benoit and whispered: "From my standpoint, I just did what I think I must do."
Chapter completed!