The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

On the other side, base 028 is a chemical plant, next door to 027.

It is specially used to hold traitors and useless waste.

For example, those undercover agents with exposed identities and vodka-like, ah, no, be polite.

Bolivar raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, isn't this a one-stop service for killing and destroying corpses?Chemical plant, do you want any raw materials?

He took a long detour before, put on a mask, sunglasses and a hat, and sneaked in through the back door.

"I'm looking for your boss." He said to the two security guards standing inside.

This base is obviously not as strict as 044, and only worthless people will be brought here.But even so, Bolivar sent a text message in advance before coming, otherwise he would be caught by the eyeing members when he was making the incision.

"She was locked in this room." After hearing the news, the person in charge came, took Bolivar to the corresponding room, and opened the locks one after another with the key. After entering the inner room, he saw A big beauty with white hair was tied to a chair.

Seeing Bolivar and the person in charge come in, Curacao's eyes were a little more frightened.Her body trembled uncontrollably, and Bolivar even felt that she was about to cry.

"Don't be nervous, this..." Bolivar rarely felt a little guilty of bullying, and stepped forward to tear off the tape on the opponent's mouth.He wanted to use a more intimate title, but got stuck.Her code name is Curacao, but what's her name?

"..."

"Olga, Olga Korbut." Curacao's expression was very nervous, but she couldn't tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

"Olga, what a nice name." Bolivar patted her on the head reassuringly, trying to keep his tone as calm and kind as possible, "Don't be afraid, we're not here to execute you."

The person in charge stepped forward with a wink and handed the key to Bolivar.

Bolivar opened the lock on Curacao's upper body without hesitation.

"..." The person in charge held his breath, and quickly turned his head to look at Curacao. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have this intention.

She sat up, rubbed her wrist with red marks, looked at Bolivar suspiciously, and didn't seem hostile.

"You go out first." Bolivar told the person in charge.

"But..." The person in charge wanted to run away a long time ago. He was afraid that Curacao would violently kill people, but Bolivar was still standing here. This was the immediate boss of his immediate boss.He always thinks about his future.

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak yet." Bolivar took advantage of the fact that no one knew his details, so he opened his mouth to talk nonsense, his cold face really looked bluffing.

No one can see that he is a war scum.

But he wasn't lying either.

Before he came here, he diligently prepared a group of cuties in the inner pocket of his coat, making up his mind to shake them out as soon as the situation was wrong.

No matter how fast humans react, they are not as fast as animals.

So as long as he is not attacked by surprise and is brought down the first time, he is invincible.

Plan pass√

Bolivar gave himself a thumbs up.It's really hard for him, a Zhanwu scum who hasn't even fought in group fights, to come up with such a difficult operation.

If you are a boss and you have to go off in person, what are those subordinates doing!

Bolivar pointed.

That's right, I'm talking about you, the rum who doesn't have a sense of style at all, Shuichi Akai has a date for gin, and you pretend to be an old man to be a striker?

What kind of fun is this?

Don't be afraid that the coming FBI will be more ruthless, learn from your colleagues, fire six guns in a row, and kill the hostages and robbers together? !When something like this happens, you don't have a place to cry, you know?

When the person in charge left, Bolivar said to Curacao, who was obviously calmer: "Let me introduce myself. I am Cognac."

"You should also be aware of your situation. But you don't have to be executed now, are you happy?" Bolivar told a cold joke.

Curacao still looked at Bolivar with a hesitant vigilant expression.

"..."

Strategy failed.

"Well, anyway, you are now my subordinate." Bolivar decided to go around and talk about things directly. After all, Curacao doesn't seem to want to choose to betray.

"This is an order from my superior, Lord Brandy." Bolivar introduced.

Disguise and voice-changing just cover up a person's face and voice, like Belmode, which is exposed because of smell, and because of habit.

So he had to be prepared, and if he lost his horse, he would not let others associate himself with Brandy.He is just an ordinary cognac, a subordinate of brandy, helpless and pitiful, what bad thoughts can he have?

Bolivar thought, carefully observing Curacao's expression.

Curacao looked expressionless and untouched.

"I only have one task for you."

"As long as you don't reveal the organization's information to the outside world, I will give you more freedom."

"Your task is to go to this place to apply for a job next Monday. Then use everything you have to protect his safety."

Bolivar handed Curacao a piece of Grid's information, and showed Curacao a photo of himself that had been printed out in advance.

After confirming that she remembered it, Bolivar directly burned the photo with a lighter regardless of whether it was auspicious or not.

"This is a person who is very important to the organization. He also knows something about the organization. If you encounter difficulties, you can consider asking him for help."

"But you can't reveal everything about him to anyone but me. Not even Rum."

Bolivar's tone increased, and he was not satisfied until he saw Curacao nodding nervously.

"It's a simple job as a bodyguard. You don't need to reveal your identity to anyone, and you don't need to steal information."

"You don't need to kill anyone or betray anyone." When Bolivar said this, he finally saw Curacao's face loosen a little.

"Can it be done? I'll give you my email address, and you can just send me a security report every week."

"..." Curacao nodded, his face looked much better than before, "Yes, I understand."

Bolivar confirmed her attitude again and again, and indeed did not show any intention of betraying or leaving the organization, so he confidently handed over the task details to her.

Before leaving, he did not forget to smooth her hair, and then handed her an anonymous bank card.

But when he hurried home, the window of the dormitory next door just opened.

Toru Amuro returned to the dormitory after training, and closed the windows that had been open before.He glanced out inadvertently, just in time to see a very familiar face.

The owner of that face was kidnapped to this base by him.

Art Keltra!The man with the colorful head.

His first reaction was that it was impossible, the other party was just an ordinary student, how could he escape from the cell of the organization?

Toru Amuro subconsciously reached out to touch the gun on his waist, but it was empty. His gun was handed in before he entered.

When he reacted and wanted to do something, he found that the other party had gone away.

What should I do?Pretending not to see?Tell the instructor, report the other party?

Toru Amuro struggled repeatedly and slammed the window shut.

"What's wrong? Amuro?" Lv Chuanguang looked at the man who became angry for no reason in surprise.

"..."

"It's okay." Toru Amuro smiled at Hikari Midorikawa as if nothing had happened.

Bolivar didn't know that he was accidentally seen by Toru Amuro, and made the other party go through a series of tortures of conscience, and finally decided to let him go as if he hadn't seen him.

Afterwards, he went to the bathroom of the restaurant to remove the disguise on his face, and when he returned home, he took the package outside the house. After reading the letter, he planned to go back to the basement and continue to read the information and precautions about the black organization.

This letter was sent by Keiko Asai, in order to repay the previous loan.Bolivar touched it through the bag, and it felt like a stack of banknotes, and there was nothing unusual after taking it apart.

The envelope is light off-white, with the words 'Welcome to Via Restaurant' printed on the corner.

"I guess it's the restaurant where she's working now?" Bolivar checked the address of the other party, and it was a restaurant that had been opened for less than two years.

On the website's chef introduction page, it is marked - Champs Elysees Hotel, the successor of Mi Samsung's chef.This Via chef is a middle-aged man with two mustaches. Even if he put on a simple and honest appearance, he can't hide the shrewd philistine in his eyes.

He easily ordered into the other party's recommended menu, and then followed the seafood risotto, sauerkraut pig's feet, minced blood sausage, Yorkshire pudding, cherry mousse...

He couldn't help looking at the pictures page by page...

This one is nice, well, this one looks good too...

The restaurant's main menu seems to be a mixture of German and English with some French additions, but the overall rating is not as good as the German dishes.

When he put down the notebook in which he had recorded more than a dozen pages of delicacies, his eyes were a little dazed, what was I going to do just now?

What information are you checking? ?

Oh, by the way, I just found out that the Champs Elysees restaurant is a very good old brand, but recently it has not managed well and closed down, and it is looking for acquisitions!I want to evaluate whether to acquire the other party!

With a natural expression, he put the Champs Elysees Hotel in the search position again, and found the other party's detailed information.

It is a brand created by an English chef named Old Gust. It combines French and German styles and dishes. With an open and inclusive attitude, it has gradually opened up the market in Millican.

But it is a pity that the other party passed away more than a year ago, because the eldest son's management is not good, and he is currently selling it at a low price.

Bolivar opened a new document and began to write and try to recall the development model of the hotel and catering industry in his memory. For example, a certain Starbucks is a classic case, and it can be moved over if it is changed.

Bolivar was thinking about it, and by the way, he checked the current liquidity that Grid had.If the funds are suitable, you can buy the other party's restaurant, and then transform it into a high-end chain.

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The author has something to say:

Bolivar: This wave is called, I order myself to inform my subordinates to protect me...

(brandy) order (cognac) to inform Curacao to go to conservation (bolívar)

The ultimate experience of the king of sets.

Bolivar: What information did I check before?

Bolivar: Forget it, never mind, I'll look at the restaurant menu first.