A War Between Spies

When leaving, Yang Yi did have a feeling of escaping.

The things that can't be seen at home are destroyed. The things that can't be seen in the computer are deleted. They just pack up some clothes and carry-on items. Yang Yi only took a box and left his home.

The car has been sold and sold to a wealthy rider. The price of 1.2 million is not too low, but the poor Yang Yi can't collect the money. He can't ask the buyer to hold one hundred and two. 100,000 yuan of cash for him, but this kind of thing does not need him to worry about.

Li Fan’s car was waiting downstairs, but Yang Yi felt that Li Fan was more like to escorted him to the airport instead of simply sending him to the airport. The difference was a big difference.

When I got into the car, Yang Yi didn't talk, mainly because he didn't know what to say. After Li Fan looked at Yang Yi, he suddenly said, "How do you feel these days?"

"It's not good, but it's nothing."

Yang Yi’s true feelings are not as easy as he said, but he does not intend to express his true feelings, and Li Fan does not have a deep understanding of this issue.

"You can adapt. If you really embark on the road to becoming a spy, then these days of life will be your normal state, give me your documents and mobile phones."

Yang Yi took out a plastic bag containing his mobile phone, as well as an ID card, a household registration book, a real estate license, a student ID card, a passport, and all his useful and useless documents.

Li Fan took the plastic bag and handed him a passport to Yang Yi. He whispered: "Your name is also Yang Yi, but everything else has changed. You can write it down yourself."

Yang Yi opened her passport and found a bank card and a ticket to London.

"The Bank of England card, your name, there are 120,000 pounds. In addition to the money you sell, I will give you a whole."

Yang Yi whispered: "Isn't you told me not to give me any money? Li Shu, I can't use so much. How can I return it to you?"

Li Fan’s expressionless expression: “The poor family is rich, it’s always better to be more, and I can’t help you anything else, just like that.”

Yang Yi nodded and didn't talk anymore.

Li Fan no longer speaks, he is not a man of many words.

When the airport arrived, Li Fan looked at Yang Yi and whispered: "I won't send you down. You will be alone later... Be careful."

Yang Yi nodded. He opened the door, but when he got off the bus, Li Fan suddenly said: "Wait, you... nothing, be careful."

Yang Yi sat back on his seat again. He looked at Li Fan, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged Li Fan. He whispered: "Li Shu, thank you for taking care of me for so many years, rest assured, I will be fine. ""

Li Fan shook his shoulders uncomfortably, whispering: "Well."

Yang Yi released his arms. He got out of the car and closed the door and watched Li Fan's car drive forward until he left his view.

Yang Yi and Li Fan didn’t have much deep feelings, and they couldn’t talk too close. Because they haven’t seen it a few times, but this has nothing to do with him, but in fact he watched him grow up with a man behind his back. What he has done and what he has paid, Yang Yi can imagine.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi turned and walked into the airport.

Li Fan has prepared everything for him. Yang Yi, who only has a small suitcase, just needs to get on the plane.

When boarding the plane, Yang Yi suddenly realized that this might be his last moment in the country, and his feet could no longer set foot on the land.

So Yang Yizhen was on the ground, in the eyes of many people surprised, kneeling on the ground and kissing the land under his feet.

There is no complicated emotion, and there is no patriotism. Yang Yi just wants to kiss him with this land that is likely to be no longer able to set foot.

The plane took off, and everything that looked familiar was quickly reduced, until it was covered by the clouds, and Yang Yicai took back his gaze.

I should look forward.

Anyway, there is no way out.

It’s just that Yang Yi’s eyes were a little confused, especially when he was in England for more than a decade. He was still nervous.

Everything went smoothly on the plane, then the plane can go smoothly. Although Yang Yi has confidence in Li Fan, he really can't help but worry until the person at the immigration office stamped his passport. His worry It finally disappeared completely.

The United Kingdom does not have an identity card. Although the British government had planned and tried to implement the identity card system, it quickly abolished the decision.

Birth certificates, driver's licenses, passports, and bank statements can prove the identity of British nationals. Yang Yi has a passport and a bank card, which means that Li Fan has already fixed the nationality for him.

Leaving the airport, Yang Yi really came to the UK, and his most important thing at the moment is to buy a mobile phone and make a phone card. Otherwise, his sigh of the road will continue.

Although he has been away for eleven years, Yang Yi’s grew up in the UK, so his language will certainly not have any problems. He is still talking about a pure and fluent London Chamber.

After I bought the phone, Yang Yi thought about the British phone number in the address book, or played all five calls.

This problem seems very simple, but Yang Yi has not made up his mind since he got the address book, because it is really a pros and cons, and now he can call, naturally he has to make up his mind.

In the end, Yang Yi decided to take turns to play it again. At least, he had to figure out whether the person in the address book that his father left for himself could still be contacted.

The first call, I called a number in the Netherlands. The last time the number was intercepted by Li Fan, but this time there was no blockage. Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello there."

A very gentle female voice said a word in Dutch, Yang Yi said with a nervous mood: "Hello, I am looking for Phyllis."

The woman on the phone was also changed to English. She wondered: "Sorry, I wonder if you made the wrong call?"

Yang Yi whispered: "Is this possible, can I ask how long have you used this number?"

"It’s been a long time, at least five or six years."

"Oh, then I am really wrong, sorry to bother you, goodbye."

Yang Yi hung up the phone and gave the first contact a cross in her heart. This contact is useless.

The second contact is in the UK, but Yang Yi decided to call the UK again. Because he is in the UK, if he can contact, the biggest possibility is to go to the British, so Yang Yi hit the second call. The United States, and this number is a landline.

"Hello, I am looking for Mr. Mike Smith."

"Mr. Mike Smith? If you are not a prank, I want to tell you that he died three years ago."

The phone hangs up, Yang Yi stunned, dialed the third call and hit Poland, and this time he also hangs up the phone very quickly, because it is simply an empty number.

On the fourth call, Yang Yi hit the Xiangang. This time it was not an empty number. Some people answered it. But a man said that he hadn’t understood a word for a long time, and he said that English did not understand the opposite. .

Regardless of whether the person answering the phone is looking for it or not, Yang Yi is not ready to contact again, because he and the person answering the phone are obviously talking to the chicken and the ducks, and they don’t understand each other, no matter whether they really don’t understand or don’t understand. The contact value of this number no longer exists.

With the last number left, Yang Yi was really embarrassed when he called, because he was afraid that the biggest legacy left by his father had completely lost its meaning.

The phone dialed out and it was quickly connected. A man who sounded old was taking the call.

"Good evening, which one."

Yang Yi took a breath and whispered: "Hello, I am looking for Mr. John Jones."

The person who answered the phone briefly silenced for a while and whispered: "I am, who are you?"

Yang Yi took a deep breath, and then he said with a slightly trembling voice: "I am the son of James Yang."

The silence was longer.

At least ten seconds, John Jones finally whispered: "James. Young, that James Yang? I don't remember knowing this person, not knowing his son."

Yang Yi’s heart was cold, and he thought for a moment, whispering: “He still has a name called Yang Sheng. He asked me to make this call. He left the phone a long time ago.”

John Jones was silent for a moment, then he finally said: "I think of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So what are you looking for?"

"Yes, but I think it would be best to meet."

John Jones immediately said, "No, no, I don't think it's necessary to meet, or you should first talk about my purpose."

Yang Yi was asked because he didn’t even know what to do after contacting his father’s list on the list.

Although it is the list left by his father, although his father believes that he is trustworthy, it has been eleven years. After such a long time has passed, God knows how many changes have occurred. Can someone who can be trusted now still trust? ?

Or, Yang Yi dare to say what he really wants to do.

The most ideal situation in the plan is to meet the father's old friend first, at least have to observe first, but this John Jones did not even want to meet, and then directly asked Yang Yi and his purpose, so Yang Yi really hesitated. Although he is not a forward-looking person, there are some things he has to be cautious.

Just hesitated for a moment, Yang Yi made the final decision, and now there is only one John Jones left to contact, so he has no choice.

"I want to tell you about how my father died."

Semi-exploratory, Yang Yi gave a reason, and John Jones whispered after a moment of silence: "If I don't want to hear it?"

"That's it, I am sorry to bother you."

"Thank you."

John Jones immediately hung up the phone. This time, Yang Yizhen was completely lost.

But when Yang Yi was thinking about what he should do next, the phone suddenly rang again.

John Jones is very calm: "I changed my mind, if you still want to see me, tell me where you are."