Hunting for Beauty

"Yes, didn't Ren Xiaoyao come back with the submarine? Call them right away. Sending them up is just a matter of formality. There must be no problem. We must make a plan immediately. By the way, we must always pay attention to the situation in Indonesia. Let me know immediately."

Zhou Weiguo said without any hesitation.

"Chief, you should go and rest first, I will pay attention over there!"

The security staff officer's voice trembled a little.

"No, I can't sleep when I think of this matter. Although he is only a special soldier, he is a representative of our army. He was captured in order to defend the interests of our nation. This is the pillar of the country. Our last cute person!"

After Zhou Weiguo finished speaking, he sat down sadly and fell asleep.

The security staff officer nodded with tears in his eyes, and hurried out to deal with the matter in hand without saying anything else.

In Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia, in a small coffee shop next to an Islamic mosque.

A dark-skinned young man in his thirties, wearing a red checkered shirt with a blue background often worn by Indonesians and big sunglasses, had been sitting in an inconspicuous corner for more than two hours, with The coffee has been changed three times, and a newspaper has been flipped through three times, and it is almost torn.

From time to time, the young man turned his head to look at the passers-by on the street outside, as if he was waiting for someone.Although the Chinese navy and air force have begun to attack Indonesia formally, the streets of Jakarta still do not show the terror of war at all. Except for the occasional Indonesian army passing by, it means that the country is suffering from war, and everything is not the same as in peacetime. There is no difference.

"Sir, please come inside, what would you like?"

The waitress by the door politely greeted a guest who just came in.

"No, I'm here to find someone."

The young man of Indonesian descent glanced at the man holding the newspaper in the corner, and walked straight over.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waitress followed suit.

"Have a cup of coffee with more sugar."

The young man who had just recently dismissed the waitress casually.

"Please take it easy, both of you, you can call me if you need anything."

Because there were too few customers, the attitude of the waitress was extra polite.

When the waitress walked away, the big sunglasses quickly took out the contents of the bag, a well-protected CD, a microfilm and a large stack of photos.

Big sunglasses quickly browsed through the contents of the disc with the mini player, flipped through the photos, nodded in satisfaction, and confirmed that this was exactly what he needed.

"Okay, it's getting late now, let's all go back early, you can wait for my news at ease, don't do anything else during this time, I will send someone to pick you up then."

The big sunglasses put away the things, and took out a big envelope full of it, "This is 20 yuan for you first. You should arrange all your family members to go abroad first, so it will be safer."

"Okay, I'll do it right away. I hope you can hurry up. I can't hide it for long. When the time comes, it will be troublesome."

The young man put the envelope into his bag without even looking at it.

"Don't worry, we will make arrangements, then I'll go first!"

After the big sunglasses finished speaking, he saw a few police patrol cars parked outside, frowned, and pressed the panicked young man beside him, "Sit down for a while, don't rush out, you didn't come to see us Yes, I'll go through the back door."

As soon as the big sunglasses entered the bathroom, after checking that there was no one else inside, he quickly removed the window frame. After confirming that there was no one outside, he took off the human skin mask on his face, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it with water. After leaving, he quickly flipped out.

Once outside, the big sunglasses quickly found a sealed plastic bag from the trash can next to it, which contained a decent suit, a pair of leather shoes, and some personal belongings.

He is not Indonesian, but a pure Chinese, or, when he puts on his clothes, he looks more like a Japanese, no matter in terms of temperament or appearance, he looks like a diplomatic officer of the Japanese embassy.

Chapter 1145

He is an undercover agent of China hiding in Japan, and he can be regarded as an undercover officer, but his current real identity is a second-class diplomatic official of the Japanese embassy in Indonesia, and he has the right of diplomatic amnesty.

"Hehe, the task is finally completed. If there is any headache, let the Japanese worry about it!"

Before leaving, he left some things in the trash can that could prove his identity as a Japanese diplomat, together with the clothes he started wearing and the briefcase, and put the document bag he just got in the suit After picking it up, he quickly walked to the street at the other end of the alley.

At this time, in the coffee shop, the few policemen who came in first to take the lead waited for a long time, but no one came out of the bathroom, and they became anxious.

"Are you Signor Giotto?"

Shuva was polite, but it made those who heard it shudder.

"Yes, no...you are?"

Giotto panicked.

"I'm in the special security department, please come and lie down with us."

While Shuva was speaking, Vasini had rushed into the bathroom behind with three agents.

At this time, on the street, a major soldier stopped the Japanese diplomat.

"Sir, this place is under military control, please show your ID."

The major officer was polite.

"Under control? Why don't I know?"

The Japanese diplomat was surprised.

"Yes, we have just received a blockade order, please show your ID."

The major officer was growing impatient.

"Oh, that's right, I'm a Japanese diplomat."

But he didn't show any proof.

"Please show your ID!"

The major officer didn't buy it, and immediately signaled the soldiers behind to get ready.

"Okay, here are my documents, but on behalf of the Japanese government, I would like to lodge a strong protest with you for blatantly blocking embassy officials..."

As the diplomat said, he honestly handed over his documents.

"What are you doing here?"

The major officer confirmed the other party's identity, but did not intend to let him go.

"Of course I came to worship Allah. Is there a problem? I am a devout Muslim!"

The Japanese diplomat smiled and took his papers.

"Of course, Mr. Yamada, I'm really sorry to trouble you!"