king of war

Chapter 258 Tripartite Talks
The streets of the city have returned to their former vitality, with non-stop traffic, leisurely pedestrians, and shops are also open.

Under the sun, under the awning on the street, gentlemen drink coffee, read newspapers, and enjoy a moment of tranquility in the morning.

Qin Rongshuai sat in the car and looked around, the city seemed to be the same as before, with no waves, but the dark walls, broken windows, dense bullet holes, and dark blood stains on the streets that had not been washed away everywhere reminded of the previous scene. Bloody attack.

Price parked the car on the side of the road, looked around vigilantly, handed Qin Rongshuai a baseball cap, and motioned him to put it on.

"There is no big mistake in being careful."

Qin Rongshuai smiled slightly, put on his hat, lowered the brim, and followed Price into a small cafe.

It was still eight o'clock at this time, and there were not many people in the cafe. Most of them were sitting in the corner, and when they saw someone coming in, they looked up vigilantly.

Qin Rongshuai took a casual glance and found that these people were not customers at all. They were all burly, with sharp eyes and tense muscles, and some subconsciously stretched their hands into their arms.

Price whispered, "It's all right, they're sentinels."

Speaking of Price, he went straight to a box inside, and a blond woman in white denim stood up, greeted him with a smile on her face, and gave Price a warm hug.

"Hello, John."

"Lasswell, how was your time in Central Asia?"

"As usual, that place is terrible, except for the wind and sand control, everything is missing."

It seems that Price and this Lasswell are very familiar, and the two exchanged warm greetings, while talking about Lasswell pouring a cup of hot tea for Price.

"Let me introduce you, this is Qin." Price reached out and patted Qin Rongshuai on the shoulder, "This is Laswell, she works for the CIA."

Laswell stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "Hi, Mr. Qin, nice to meet you."

Qin Rongshuai frowned, and quietly looked at this woman named Laswell. He didn't have the slightest affection for the notorious CIA, which can be said to be the largest evil terrorist organization in the world.

However, this is an opportunity.

A thought flashed through Qin Rongshuai's mind, and then a smile appeared on his face. He held Laswell's hand enthusiastically and said, "I have admired your name for a long time, and you have admired your name for a long time."

Laswell's face froze, he looked at Qin Rongshuai in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "You...you've heard of me?"

"That is, Ms. Laswell is very famous in Central Asia, everyone knows everyone..." Qin Rongshuai immediately gave a commercial compliment.

Lasswell seemed a little dumbfounded, and glanced at Price.

Price shrugged his shoulders, "Qin just wanted to compliment you, this is part of their oriental etiquette, well, Qin, Laswell is an intelligence officer, it is really inappropriate for you to praise her for being famous."

"The more famous you are, the faster you die." Lasswell then added with a smile.

Only then did Qin Rongshuai pretend to have a sudden realization, "It turns out that's the case, then I wish Ms. Laswell will remain anonymous forever."

The three of them just sat down after some courtesy, and Price asked with some surprise: "Didn't you say there is one more? Where is the person?"

Lasswell said with some embarrassment: "He will be there in a while, he has something to delay."

Before the words were finished, the door of the cafe was pushed open, and a handsome blond man walked in, wearing a light blue suit and combing his hair meticulously.

This person attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared on the stage. He held a cigar in his hand, lighted it unhurriedly, took a puff, looked around, saw the three of Price, and then walked straight over.

Price's eyes widened suddenly, as if seeing an incredible scene, and the muscles on his face seemed to be twisted.

"Why is he here? Laswell, you have to give me an explanation, otherwise I have the right to terminate this meeting."

"Relax, John. This is England after all, and there is no way we can circumvent your intelligence system."

The blond man in a suit and leather shoes walked to the table and said in a magnetic voice: "Good morning, Ms. Lasswell, and Captain Price. Long time no see."

Price's face was very ugly, and he didn't even have the desire to talk to this person, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip silently.

The blond man then turned his head to look at Qin Rongshuai, then stretched out his hand, and introduced himself: "Bond, James Bond."

"Pfft!" Qin Rongshuai took a sip of tea and immediately sprayed it out. How did this thing come out?
He looked at Lasswell and Price dumbfounded, "Is he the guy code-named 007?"

"Anyone else but him." Price snorted coldly, and put the teacup heavily on the table, "If I had known he would come, I wouldn't have arranged this meeting."

"John, don't be like a child." Laswell comforted Price helplessly, while motioning for Bond to sit down.

"But they're going to mess everything up." Price said angrily, "I came to you because MI[-] had an insider, which means I trust you, but you failed my trust. "

"Captain Price, Mrs. M has set up a special internal investigation team for this matter, and I will be in charge of the whole team." Bond took a puff of cigarette and said slowly, "We will eliminate the traitors as soon as possible, but at the same time we need to We work together.”

"Fake squid, two of my team members died in the attack because one of you bichi bastards was in collusion with the terrorists." Price cursed and spat on the ground, "Your people except Nothing can be done other than grabbing credit and wrangling each other."

Bond said unhurriedly, "Captain Price, watch your words, a gentleman shouldn't be so rude."

Price glared and stood up, as if he wanted to show him what it meant to be rude, but Qin Rongshuai quickly stopped him. According to past experience, no matter how good Price was at fighting, he would also be in an indoor environment. Can't beat 007.

That product has the bonus of the protagonist's aura and the terrain BUFF, so it's not wise to do it indoors.

Laswell had a headache, so she had to try her best to calm down Price's violent temper.

"Let's get straight to the point." Lasswell took out the documents, "Our people have already found out that Kamulan Barkawi is one of the masterminds behind the attack, but he is only a supporting role , is only responsible for paying the money, and it is Akutala who is the real leader and dispatcher.”

"Akutala is a terrorist organization active in Central Asia. Their leader is called Bad Wolf, and his deputy is code-named Butcher. They planned and carried out this terrorist attack."

Qin Rongshuai felt a little strange listening to Laswell's introduction, and asked aloud, "Wait a minute."

Others looked at Qin Rongshuai in surprise, and Laswell was a little puzzled, "Mr. Qin, is there any problem with our intelligence?"

"What I want to ask is is this attack related to Zakayev?" Qin Rongshuai looked directly at Laswell.

Laswell's face was slightly unnatural, but he quickly covered it up, "Who? Mr. Qin, who are you talking about?"

Price stood up abruptly, and looked at Qin Rongshuai in shock, "Zakayev? Is he still alive?"

(End of this chapter)