the world is at stake

"But if I meet someone I like, I still hope to know more about him." The weak girl replied with a smile.

Zhou Qingfeng wanted to say that he was ordinary, but he heard a slight breath approaching with the smell of perfume behind him.A cool hand reached out, first touched his shoulder, then touched his hair and face.

"Uh...who touched me?"

"Not me." The weak girl replied.

"I didn't move." The mocking girl also denied it.

The cool hand brushed across Zhou Qingfeng's face, even cold.In front of the pitch-black table, only the girl sitting opposite was silent.

"Uh..., can the trouble stop? This is not fun at all. We agreed to just chat. I'm a showman, not a person."

With a chuckle, the cool hand retracted.

But that was not the end, Zhou Qingfeng also stretched out a hand from his right side, and touched his arm and chest.Not to be outdone, the left also reached out and pinched his forehead and cheeks.

The dark environment is fair to everyone involved.Zhou Qingfeng's body was strengthened, but he didn't evolve his night vision ability.Who has no way to know what kind of person they are chatting with?

But if we can talk, everyone will still be curious.

In the current situation, a man touching a woman is playing hooliganism and sexual harassment.A woman touching a man... This is a novel experience.Zhou Qingfeng couldn't laugh or cry when he was touched, and he couldn't express his opinion.

The girls romped and left one by one.

Zhou Qingfeng continued to sit at the table, waiting boredly.Someone who reserved a seat using his code name 'Victor Hugo' meant he would be contacted that day.

But for security, this connection is one-way.

This method was very inefficient, and the advantage was that even if Zhou Qingfeng betrayed, he would not be able to confess his superiors.

After waiting for a while, the blind waiter in the restaurant came over and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Victor?"

"it's me."

"Another customer asked me to deliver something to you."

In the dark, blind people are more comfortable than normal people.They can accurately deliver food and lead the seats, and others often find it amazing.

Zhou Qingfeng turned around and took a headset-mounted miniature walkie-talkie from the blind waiter's tray.He put the earphones close to his ears and called 'Hello' to the mark.

"Zhou Qingfeng, you're early." A hoarse voice came from the earphones.This listen is modulated, not the original sound.

Uncle Zhou didn't like this kind of contact method of being a puppet at all. His superior must be hiding somewhere and watching.This prudence is commendable, but it really doesn't make him, a subordinate, happy.

"Say something useful." Zhou Qingfeng replied.

"Have you seen Alexey Goldman?"

"Yes."

"Did he give you anything?"

"Have."

"pass it to me."

Judging from the tone, the superior attaches great importance to this 'thing'.

"Gorman actually only told me one thing, and asked me to go to his wife Martha to get the answer." Zhou Qingfeng kept the matter of the serum a secret, and he felt that this was his most important hole card.

"Martha?" The hoarse voice allowed Zhou Qingfeng to spell the name accurately, and asked again: "How did you escape from prison?

Three days after you went in, the place was blown up by blasting.We couldn't reach you either and thought you were dead. "

"I was lucky, I dug a tunnel and ran out."

The hoarse voice obviously didn't believe this explanation—the entire prison was in ruins, and the underground laboratory was completely buried.You said that instead of being crushed to death, you dug a tunnel and ran out?

are you superman

But this question has not been pursued.

Instead, Zhou Qingfeng asked: "Who is Alexei Goldman anyway? Why was the laboratory under the 'Flos' prison blown up?"

The hoarse voice did not answer, but reminded: "Zhou Qingfeng, you are a scavenger, so don't ask if you shouldn't. There are disciplines in intelligence tasks, as long as you do your job well."

"Wait, what do you mean? I've been exposed. All identities are stored on the supercomputer of the US Department of Homeland Security. Shouldn't I evacuate the United States?"

"It's okay, I'll just change your identity for you. There are many illegal immigrants in the United States, and tens of millions of people get new identities every year. It's not difficult to mix you in."

Liar!

Yankees talk about respecting personal privacy every day, but in fact they are the ones who care the least about the privacy of ordinary people.As long as Zhou Qingfeng's photo is sent to the supercomputer for face recognition, he can be found in minutes.

The feeling of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.

The last time he was used as cannon fodder to die, but now he doesn't care about his life at all.He had to ask him to wonder if something went wrong with his superiors?

The reason why the U.S. investigative agency hasn't come to make trouble is that they think he has died in the ruins of a private prison, so they put him at a very low level of surveillance.

Large-scale monitoring requires a huge amount of resources, and the advantage of not being taken seriously is that the manpower and material resources used to deal with him are negligible.But if you continue to stay in the United States, you will be exposed again sooner or later.

Realizing that his arrangement was too much, the hoarse voice comforted him again: "Zhou Qingfeng, you did a good job this time. I will approve a certain amount of funds, so you can rest for a while and relax."

That's the end of the conversation.

The biggest role of this "face-to-face" is probably to confirm that the agent code-named "Victor Hugo" is still alive.

Zhou Qingfeng took off the headset and threw it on the table.Not long after, the blind waiter in the restaurant sent another anonymous bank card.After accepting it, he got up and left quietly.

But when he was about to walk out of the blind restaurant, the receptionist stopped him, "Mr. Victor, here is a note for you."

"A note? For me?" Zhou Qingfeng stopped in confusion.He subconsciously thought that his superior was messing around again.

"It was left by a girl who was at the same table with you just now." The receptionist really handed over a piece of paper with a phone number on it, that's all.

"Which girl stayed?"

The receptionist smiled and shrugged, "Firstly, I don't know too well, and secondly, I have to keep it a secret from customers. The biggest feature of this restaurant is its sense of mystery. Didn't you know it when you called?"

Zhou Qingfeng took the note and said 'thank you'.

The receptionist continued to smile and said: "Actually, the other two girls who are at the same table as you are also very satisfied with this party, and they all said that it is rare to meet a very interesting guy.

It's a pity they didn't leave you their phone number.But the most likely cause of this regret was the presence of their boyfriends. "

"Their boyfriends?"

"Yes, the other two girls are accompanied by their boyfriends. But they are separated at different tables, just to experience the fun of talking with strangers.

In fact, very few people can chat with strangers for more than two hours. Nearly half of the guests feel boring after only ten minutes of chatting, and just want to end as soon as possible. "

Speaking of this, the receptionist lowered his voice and said with an ambiguous smile: "I bet, if it wasn't for your boyfriend, the other two girls would have left you a call."

You mean I'm good at picking people's corners.

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled at this, thanked him again, waved and left the restaurant for the blind.As for the piece of paper with the phone number written on it, it was thrown into the trash can on the side of the road.

For a street sweeper who does wet and wet work, it is very bad to have an affair, and it is even more taboo to get emotionally involved-at least that is what the instructor said during the training.

Zhou Qingfeng circled the street, and soon returned to the restaurant of 'Screaming Charlie'.He decided to violate discipline again, and wanted to see who his superior was?

Chapter 012

In the intelligence community, traitors and 'many-faced men' abound.

Many secret characters, through no fault of their own, were killed by the mistakes or betrayals of their colleagues.For example, Iranian nuclear scientists were assassinated in their own country every three days.

After meeting with his superiors, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was in a bad situation.During the training, the instructors kept instilling a little bit, and there is no harm in being more vigilant when performing tasks abroad.

This kind of vigilance is not only aimed at enemies in the open, but also against enemies in the dark.

Zhou Qingfeng does 'wet work', which is highly dangerous and has a bad reputation. The embassy abroad has no contact with him.His superior was code-named 'Cardinal', and he was under his command after arriving in the United States.

This guy is extremely cautious, and he especially likes to meet in messy places like Brooklyn.

But 'Red Sparrow' never really showed up, and always stayed in a safe corner staring at Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was fairly honest in the past, and never thought of conducting a reverse investigation.But after experiencing the desperation of the 'Floss' prison, his mentality has changed - he must take the initiative in everything, otherwise he will die without a burial.

The Restaurant for the Blind is located in the Berridge neighborhood of Brooklyn. There are relatively many Chinese here, and the appearance of Asian faces will not be too abrupt.

Zhou Qingfeng left the restaurant, ran around and came back, walked into the second floor of a nearby Chinese restaurant, ordered a cup of coffee and sat in front of the window facing the street.

The Restaurant for the Blind is diagonally opposite.

The urban architecture of Brooklyn is very old and the streets are narrow.Chinese shops are very lively, but the signboards are quite messy and the cityscape is not good.

Sitting for two hours, Zhou Qingfeng got nothing.People of all colors came and went in front of him, but no targets that met his expectations appeared.

There is a professional skill in criminal investigation called "profile", which is to describe the general image of the criminal through the details of the situation.

According to a handful of contacts, the 'Red Sparrow' in Zhou Qingfeng's mind is a man in his 60s or 90s.He may have come to the United States in the 20s of last century and has been lurking for at least [-] years.

The social class of "Red Sparrow" is not high, and the knowledge system is outdated, which can be inferred from the terms and expressions.He is also not in good health. He wheezes and coughs from time to time when he speaks, and he is likely to be addicted to cigarettes.

Even if there is an electronic voice change, these situations cannot be hidden.

In general, the "Red Sparrow" should be an old Chinese who has been lurking abroad for many years and has cut off his understanding of the current domestic situation. Although he has taken root in the United States, he has not integrated into American society.

When coming in and out of the restaurant are young people.

Just when Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was wasting time in circles, 'Red Sparrow' should have left long ago.He suddenly saw an old Asian man walking out of the side street where he was.

A shiny sign hangs on the wall of the building behind it...'Golden Apple Nightclub'.

The signboard is old and dilapidated, and you can vaguely see a line of small traditional characters below it, 'Sauna bathing, massage and massage, cupping and acupuncture, welcome to come'.

Hong Kong is full of typhoons.

The 'Nightclub' is on the fifth floor with only a small facade underneath.There was an old woman who was painted and powdered and sent the old man out. Before leaving, the old man grabbed the woman's chest.

The woman was overjoyed, so she just pushed a few times.

Seeing the old man's side face, Zhou Qingfeng immediately straightened his back.When the old man habitually observes himself left and right, he also uses the car window on the side of the road to see if there is any follower behind him.He was even more convinced that he had found his target.

"He's an old jerk. He's going to get a job as soon as he comes out, and he doesn't forget to show off when he's done. It's really a balance between life and work."

Zhou Qingfeng checked out quickly, came out of the Chinese restaurant, followed the old man with a distance of tens of meters, using the cover of the street crowd.He has sharp eyesight and is not difficult to follow.But the target being tracked is very cunning.

The old man walked around the street familiarly, stopping at roadside shops from time to time, or walking in the opposite direction suddenly.Taking advantage of potential pursuers to evade, he stopped the taxi and left quickly.

A very simple trick, but very practical.

To track this kind of veteran, it is convenient to work in a team.Zhou Qingfeng was alone, and he had to give way when the other party walked fast in the opposite direction.The moment he turned around, there was an exclamation behind him.

A blond white girl in the back was frightened by Zhou Qingfeng's sudden movement. She was holding several loosely stacked boxes in her hands, and the boxes were tilted and about to fall in the panic.

Zhou Qingfeng's reaction was far superior to that of ordinary people, and his hand-eye coordination was extremely accurate.He could have passed by Bai Niu without his own concern, or helped her hold the box with lightning speed.

But according to the reaction of a normal person, they must have wanted to help but failed to do so, so that the loose carton fell to the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng decided to follow the normal routine, and more than half of the six or seven cartons eventually fell.He said 'I'm sorry', and quickly knelt down to help pick up the cartons, and put them back into Bai Niu's hands one by one.

During the process of picking up the cartons, Zhou Qingfeng acted clumsily, keeping his body down all the time, only turning his head for a moment, he found that the old man who was being chased "turned his carbine" just to stop a taxi.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Bai Niu held the remaining box, and when she heard Zhou Qingfeng speak, her eyes widened with interest.

"No, just hanging out." Zhou Qingfeng responded casually to Bai Niu's question.He didn't drive that eye-catching broken pickup truck, and there were no taxis on the street that could take passengers.

The target is walking away.

This time the tracking failed.

"I'm sorry, I must have scared you. Suddenly I..."

Without waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to give an explanation.The white girl holding the box suddenly lowered her voice, and said with a half-smile, "Victor?"

Um……?

Bai Niu continued: "I remember your voice. The joke you said almost made me laugh out loud."

The information in the brain is quickly assembled to make a guess that best fits the truth.

Zhou Qingfeng also recognized this white girl's voice.Isn't it the one who sat across from him in the restaurant for the blind just now and didn't talk much, but came to touch his face before leaving?

"You are..." Zhou Qingfeng decided to pretend to be stupid for a while, so as not to be too embarrassing.

But Bai Niu smiled and said: "I left your number, I thought you would call me when you came out. I was also worried that I might meet someone with an interesting soul but a vulgar appearance, but now it seems..."

There is no pot belly, no baldness, no buck teeth and squint eyes, and the whole is clean.

Zhou Qingfeng was about 1.8 meters tall, with a tough face and piercing eyes.His figure is even thinner when he is dressed, and he has flesh when he undresses. He wears an ordinary flight jacket that looks handsome in a big-name fashion.

Bai Niu was very satisfied, staring at her like she was about to drool.

"You are Sophie?" Zhou Qingfeng pretended to suddenly realize, and never mentioned that he threw the phone number left by the other party into the trash can.