On the 19th, it is better to start the drill and set up the scroll. It is not necessary to move, enter the house, and fight against the south of the horse.

Early in the morning, the Minister of FCPs Europe Headquarters, Mr. Frederick William Graff, accompanied by only three entourage members, came to a basement in a slum in Berlin.

"It's here?" As soon as Chief Graf stepped into the basement, his face showed a very dissatisfied expression, and his tone when he asked this question also showed obvious disgust.

"Yes, sir." Carmen, who came in with him, still maintained his usual calmness and answered immediately.

"The smell here reminds me of the public toilets at the train station." Graff said while scanning the things in the room.

At this time, a male agent next to Carmen reported: "This is a special safe house for the 'paper clip program' provided by the Federal Police Headquarters. In terms of conditions... it is indeed a bit worse than the resources we have."

"'Some'?" Graf repeated the two words in a sarcastic tone, and then moved a folded bench to him, turned around and sat on it.

"Sorry, sir..." The male agent wiped the sweat from his forehead, "but considering your safety, there is nothing we can do about it."

"Moleno." Graff ignored him, but looked at Carmen and asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea? It's just a murderer with a bit of anti-federal tendency. As for this?"

"Please trust my judgment, sir." Carmen replied without hesitation, "this time opponent may be more difficult than any criminal we have ever encountered before."

Similar conversations and even arguments have happened many times in the past few days.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, half an hour after the "Judgement Show" ended, Carmen wrote a report and sent it to his boss; but Graff did not open the email marked "emergency" until the next day and disagreed with its content.

Graf is fifty-five years old this year, from a famous family. When he was young, he was a famous princeling. With his family connection, he had almost never been to the front line, and was at the age of forty-two.

People like him are undoubtedly accustomed to all kinds of "death threats"; from civilians who fought desperately to assassins who resisted the organization, from assassinations deep into bed to mobilizing forces to attacks... No matter what the motive is, there are many people who want to kill Graff, but he is still alive?

Since his minority, as long as Graff appears in public, there will inevitably be people around him; and the number of people who protect him... not only is there a large number of people, but there are also many elites who are known for their "force" power under the federal government.

Numerous examples in the past have proved that it is very difficult to kill him Graff...

Therefore, when Carmen proposed to let him leave his job, leave his mansion, and go from the open to the dark to "take refuge", Graf's attitude was disdainful; as he said... he felt that the "judge" was just a murderer who was sensational on the dark web, and Graf was the "Minister of the European Headquarters of the Federal Public Safety Commission" and a role that could not even move the resistance organization. You, a murderer, actually said that you wanted to capture me alive?

But Carmen is also a "background" person after all, and she is indeed excellent, so Graf cannot completely ignore her opinions. Under Carmen's repeated requests, Graf could only perfunctorily express that he was willing to go home and "take a half month off" and strengthen the garrison inside and outside the mansion.

Unexpectedly, Carmen denied the proposal of his immediate superior on the spot and asked Graff to move into the safe house with reasonable grounds, and... it could not be their own safe house, because she felt that the judge was very familiar with the information inside their fcps and was not safe to go there.

So, after several days of discussion and mediation, Graf could not resist Carmen and was forced to come to this safe house provided by the federal police for ordinary undercover police officers.

The so-called "paper clip program" mentioned by the male agent was a plan initiated by Luo Hu, the director of the first Federal Security Agency (the predecessor of FCPs, and later merged with the Federal Defense Department into FCPs) in the early days of the establishment of the federal government. It aims to provide long-term and effective and secure logistical support to undercover personnel in various federal departments.

The plan uses a special encryption mode to compile the coordinates of countless "safe houses" into part of a chain of information. According to the rules of the password, the official rotates these places in cycles and refurbishes based on time (usually in year and month). Once a safe house enters the "freezing period" that is unused, its relevant data will be deleted from the database and the information chain until the next time it is decrypted and calculated, even the official itself cannot find the record of this coordinate; that is, unless it is reported by someone who has actually used this safe house, even if you have the ability to hack all the federal data, it is impossible to find the information of these places.

However, about half a century later, by the year when FCP was officially established, the newly appointed president believed that the "paper clip plan" was an "outdated plan", so he handed it over to the police and re-established a new safe house network.

Today, although FCPs has many safe houses with abundant conditions and sufficient materials around the world, and can even be described as "overcomfortable", they are not doing well in the "secret" area; these safe houses are discovered and damaged every year, and once they occur... they often mean direct losses in personnel and economy.

Carmen considered that the coordinates of the safe houses within their organization were very likely to be mastered by the judge, so he brought his commander to a place where the police's grassroots undercover agents would use it.

"Well..." Graf breathed out of his nose in displeasure and continued, "So...I'm going to stay here until the first day of next month?"

"To be precise, it's the morning of the second grade of junior high school." Carmen replied, "because you are only at midnight at the second grade of junior high school that you are out of the most dangerous period. At that time... although the judge cannot be ruled out that he still has the intention to arrest you, this possibility is at least much lower than the probability of him taking action within these fifteen days."

"Anyway..." Graff crossed his hands on his chest and said unhappily, "Just because of the intimidation of a murderer, I have to lock up here for more than ten days..."

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes wandering from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

It's very hot today, but in order to keep a low profile, Carmen is still dressed in a relatively conservative manner. A dark short-sleeved T-shirt with a pair of jeans and a baseball cap, which looks like a tomboy from a distance. But even so, from a close look... her pink and white skin and delicate figure still make people feel dry and full of imagination.

Graf naturally likes beauty, and has touched Carmen's brain more than once, but due to the latter's identity, Graf can only stop this idea at the stage of fantasy; not to mention physical harassment, he even dares to do whatever he wants... Because he heard that many years ago, an instructor who was ignorant of the world used Carmen's brain, but this guy not only did not take advantage of it, but was also subdued by Carmen on the spot and seriously injured... Then, the guy was carried horizontally into the infirmary, and was carried horizontally out in less than half an hour, and sent directly to the "Interior Affairs Department" of FCPs, and then evaporated.

Even though Graf's family had some power, he could not do it.

Therefore, a woman like Carmen, unless she wants to, or has a handle in Graff's hands, can only be a fantasy object.

However, the lyrics of that line are well written... the ones you can't get are always in agitation; the more you are like this, the more it is hard for Graff to resist. It is conceivable how uncomfortable Graff feels when he can't eat the delicious meal in front of you every day.

"Moleno." Graf's eyes finally stopped on Carmen's face. "I asked you to take over the case of 'Fengdu Luoshan' because you value your work ability. As a result, on the day you took over, on a live broadcast that thousands of people watched, "Handle hostages to die" was made in the capacity of FCPs's Deputy Minister of the European Headquarters, and it also seriously violated a number of regulations, including the highest security and confidentiality code. Then he made so many rude requests to me, the minister, to let me cooperate with your actions..." He curled his lips, "Also, you'd better figure it out that I'm staying here now also violates the routine operation procedures and many regulations. If you fail to catch the judge in the end... "

"I will take the corresponding responsibility then." Carmen knew what the other party was going to say, so he interrupted directly.

"Hmph..." Graf snorted coldly, "Is it responsible..." He muttered a little sarcastically, "Maybe... but we all know that in your identity..."

"I don't need special treatment." Carmen interrupted his boss again, "If this action fails, how should I punish my faults? Let the chief arrange it."

"Oh?" Graff raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me arrange it?" He laughed twice, "Haha... I hope you're not just talking about it."

"I understand what your words are 'exact'" Carmen said coldly, "Don't worry, I'll keep my word."

When they were talking, the two agents, a man and a woman, turned around and pretended to be watching the scenery. To put it bluntly... Who doesn't know about Graff's thoughts? There are many female agents he has harassed, but everyone dares not speak out. Anyway, those who reject him are wearing small shoes, and those who make him taste the sweetness will rise quickly, which is well known.

But no matter what, even if Graff said something more explicitly today, those who were agents under his command had to pretend not to hear it.

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Ten minutes later, Carmen and the two agents who had left the safe house had walked a few blocks away.

They returned to a SUV parked in the corner of the parking lot; this... is a standard field vehicle of FCPs. In this era when various precision instruments and power devices can be made super micro, their vehicle distribution is almost the same as a mobile fortress. Not only does it have many equipment and functions, it can also accommodate seven agents working and working inside at the same time.

"Take me to Rosentale Square first, and then you can go back to the headquarters." After getting into the passenger seat and taking off the cap, Carmen immediately issued an order to the driver who had been on standby here for a long time.

"As for the order, sir." The driver responded and started the engine.

An agent sitting behind the car asked again: "Sir, which set of attendance equipment do you need, and which one should you use to track the equipment..."

"No need." Carmen snatched before the other party asked, "I'm going to do private matters."

As soon as this was said, everyone in the car stopped what was in hand and turned to look at Carmen.

Even the driver turned his face ninety degrees...

"0955, pay attention to the road." The next second, Carmen reminded him in time.

The driver then looked forward again, avoiding driving the car towards the wall.

"Sir... you are going..." A female agent's gossip was ignited at this time. You should know... In the eyes of her and most of her colleagues, Carmen gave people the impression of "a robot with no life except work"; but at this moment, this robot actually proposed to do something "private" in the situation of being in a state of uncertainty at the entire headquarters, and during his attendance...

"Go to meet an old friend." Carmen responded calmly, adding, "Don't worry, I had already completed a leave report last night...In view of the highest commander of FCPs' European headquarters in the next twelve days, I will be myself, and my leave request is undoubtedly in compliance with the regulations and has been approved."

Although she explained it clearly, "whether the regulations are in compliance" is obviously not the focus of others' attention.

Of course, no matter how curious it is, these subordinates are not easy to ask further. After all,... Carmen is not familiar with them, or she is not familiar with anyone.

If colleagues, especially those between superiors and subordinates, have not reached the relationship, there are some things that cannot be said or said.

But... this makes people even more curious. Chief Moleno, who is not familiar with anyone, really has "friends"?

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Ten o'clock in the morning, Rosenthal Square.

A young man wearing sunglasses, loose short-sleeved T-shirt and cropped trousers walked to a row of public lockers near the subway station.

He looked in a good mood, humming a little song in his mouth, and walking very lightly.

He quickly entered the password, opened one of the storage compartments, took out a bulging paper bag, then closed the cabinet door, turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a woman appeared in his sight and blocked his way.

He was stunned for two seconds, and with his fingers he hooked the sunglasses on his nose down for a few minutes, widened his eyes and looked at the other party for two seconds before saying, "Carmen?"

Carmen also looked at him and calmly called out his name, or... "Maybe" were the two words of his name: "James_rane."

"Haha, such a coincidence." After Lance confirmed that the person in front of him was his old acquaintance, he smiled, "I didn't expect to meet him here..."

"I want to talk to you, do you have time?" Carmen obviously did not mean to be polite to the other party. Before Lance finished speaking, she directly made her request.

"Uh..." Lance was asked suddenly, a little confused; he thought for a few seconds, but he didn't look down at his phone to confirm the time, and shrugged, "Okay... OK."

"Come with me." After receiving a positive answer, Carmen turned around and walked, taking quite fast.

"Oh..." Lance hurriedly followed, trotted a few steps to the other party, but it was a distance from him, and it was about half a step.

"That... Carmen..." After walking for a while, Lance suddenly spoke again, "I might not ask questions. If you are inconvenient to answer, don't answer..." He paused and asked, "I heard that you were recruited by FCP after graduating from law school?"

"Yes." Carmen said this information that should not be revealed to a civilian without any hesitation. "And you... As far as I know, after being expelled from the law school, you left a lot of evidence, and you are still in an unknown career until now." She also paused, "By the way, since that's the case, I'll ask, what is the paper bag in your hand at this moment?"

"Uh..." Lance's expression looked a little embarrassed.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not here to catch you, I just ask casually." Carmen glanced at him with his eyes and continued, "Actually, considering that you have no legal employment record for many years, I can basically think of what you live on... Although I think that "carrying goods for others (the 'goods' here generally refer to psychedelic drugs or guns that have not been legally registered)" is a bit insignificant for you, but..."

"Okay, okay..." Lance finally couldn't help but interrupt Carmen, "I confess... it's a heavy-tasting movie, okay? Huh..." He sighed and said again, "You are still the same person, and you have convicted people in your heart. Just as we met, we are old classmates... I almost got to be sentenced to twenty years in prison after a few words."

"Little movie?" Carmen looked at Lance and asked in a suspicious tone, "In this era, will anyone use physical objects to transfer video materials?"

"Didn't you hear the three words 'heavy taste'?" Lance responded with a raised voice.

"I understand." Carmen quickly made a reasoning after hearing this, "You spent money online to buy some small movies with heavy flavors that are so heavy that it is possible to attract the attention of relevant departments and trace the source by just transmitting through the Internet, so you personally... come here to get it."

"Think whatever you like." Lance seemed a little angry and replied in an impatient tone, "I'm too lazy to explain."

"You don't have to be so excited. I used to think you were a scumbag. Now this matter will not damage your image at all." Carmen had already reached the door of a cafe while he was speaking. At this time, she stopped and turned to Lance and said, "Let's just do it."

"It doesn't matter." Lance said it almost sighed. It seemed that Carmen's poisonous tongue had made him feel quite depressed.

Soon, a clerk led the two to a seat by the window. This was a very good location. Through the window beside them, they could see the street view outside. Of course... For people like Carmen, her first reaction was that this location was not very safe and was easily sniped or raided from outside.
Chapter completed!