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Spicy Chicken Silk glanced back: "I thought it would take a while for you to find her, after all, the identity she is using now is a brand new, reasonable and legal identity."

For Spicy Chicken Shreds, it is not much more difficult to arrange a new identity for a person in the sweet air of Millikin - you must know that Millikin does not have an ID card, only a driver's license, passport, and social security number Can prove their identity.

But the problem is that there are too many loopholes in these systems. How to calculate the number of citizens in places like Puerto Rico is still arguing. It can be regarded as an information-based household registration system, but the strange thing about SSN is that there are no photos on it for 9102 years, and if the number is stolen after being known... then it is stolen, what else can I do?

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But the khaki-colored sister just smiled, and let out a woman with a serious expression behind her: "When you were still flying in the sky, they had already confirmed some necessary information, so as not to make everyone unhappy."

The woman with a serious expression took two steps forward, and extended her hand politely: "Welcome to the Republic, I am an intelligence officer of the Ninth Bureau, and the mission code is 012. I hope you will have a pleasant journey."

Bernice narrowed her eyes slightly - she saw something unpleasant in the other's eyes.

It was a kind of... cold eyes looking at dead things, without any warmth.

The so-called financial queen and the so-called rich and famous family seem to be nothing in the eyes of the other party. As long as they set foot on this land, they are just ordinary foreigners. It is not disgusting, but there is no sign of sincere welcome.

"Heh..." Bernice looked away, pretending that she didn't see the other party's hand.

"Hello." The crying cat came up to him: "Is there anything we can do?"

"follow me--"

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Dongshan New Baiyunqiao International Airport Special Lounge

"You're insulting my personality!" Spicy Chicken Shocked and slapped the table on the spot: "Get out of the way! I'm going back now!"

"Yes." The serious woman stepped aside expressionlessly: "We can arrange the route for you now, so please get back on the plane immediately."

"You—let your person in charge come and talk to me!"

"I am the person in charge of this operation."

"...I can't possibly read this! It goes against the idea of ​​our natural human rights!"

"In the Republic, you don't have your self-deception and whitewashing theories of peace." The serious woman raised her hand, and behind her were field officers from the Ninth Bureau to block the key nodes: "In our place, the law of the country is above everything - please don't challenge us the rules."

Beside Spicy Chicken Silk, Crying Maomaotou was quietly flipping through the booklet in front of him, while Poseidon Boji on the other side had already finished reading it, and carefully put away the booklet and put it in his pocket as he usually does with books. .

The booklet is not thick, it can even be said to be thin, without exquisite binding - it is obviously the kind of thing produced for internal mass printing and distribution.

"Can I take this with me?" Seagod Boji asked.

If you ignore her attractive figure and inner clothing, and just look at her quiet green eyes and long wavy wine red hair, at this moment she looks like a bookish college student.

"Yes, if you like, we can provide more for free. You can send them to your colleagues or friends to study together." The serious woman glanced at her, and her tone softened somewhat.

As the long-established A-level executive officer "Poseidon Poseidon" of the Gate of Truth, the Ninth Bureau has actually started to be on guard when the opponent has the tendency to enter the country. The harm that high-level executives can cause is far beyond ordinary people. What I can imagine - if the black-robed tyrant is a walking human-shaped missile, and has the direction of developing towards a human-shaped nuclear bomb, then these high-level executives must be a human-shaped mortar in comparison, which is much more harmful.

That's why Poseidon Poseidon can talk so well, as if the baby is just here for a trip, and it's rare for a serious woman to be gentle with her.

As long as you don't make trouble, and even if you don't have any hatred recently, then the Ninth Bureau welcomes any friends to come and play on the Great Wall.

Even if the 24 directors of the Gate of Truth come together...

...Cough, let's wait until they form a group.

"Then next, where is the guarantee?"

"It's here." The serious woman took out her mobile phone and turned on the video recording button: "Please face the camera and make an oath."

Spicy chicken shrieked furiously: "You guys! You ghosts entrenched in the sky above the world of cooking oil!"

But Poseidon Boji didn't care, she just faced the camera, raised her hand and pressed it on a book on the table with a calm expression: "I, the A-level executive officer of the Asia-Pacific Division of the Gate of Truth, code-named 'Poseidon Poseidon', Promise to abide by the laws and regulations of the Republic during activities within the territory of the Republic."

The serious woman put away her mobile phone and nodded, stretched out her hand again, and squeezed out a smile that was definitely not a smile but she had worked hard: "Welcome to the Republic, Ms. Poseidon, last time your colleague played with us It was a pleasure."

"Just call me Boji." Poseidon Boji looked very calm: "Is it Zeus Mark? I heard that when he returned, his body data was seriously out of shape."

"That's right! This must have been a harsh punishment from your Ninth Bureau!" Spicy Chicken Silk maintained his troll character: "It's not human! It's broken!"

"Ms. Bernice's Chinese is very good. Many high school seniors are prone to mistake this idiom." The serious woman turned her head and glanced at her, flattered or humiliated.

If you are angry on your own territory, it is normal for the other party to vent. Didn't you see that the financial queen was so angry on the surface, but she remained absolutely calm in fact? Definitely took action, but Spicy Chicken Shreds was just a joke, not so much dissatisfaction, as it was testing the basic bottom line of the Ninth Game.

Now she estimates how much she has gained, and the Ninth Bureau doesn't care what she says, as long as she doesn't take exact actions, the Ninth Bureau will not move.

The weeping cat thought for a while, and pulled the sleeve of spicy chicken silk: "Zeus Mark is not thin, his body data has changed, and he has gained more than 20 catties in half a month."

"...Is he a pig!"

"Since the security registration has been completed, I will not bother you." The serious woman put away the heavy legal book on the table with the national emblem of the Republic printed in red on a yellow background, turned and left, and went very simply.

Spicy Chicken Silk naturally didn't need to shoot this. To put it bluntly, she is indeed the person who sets the rules of the game. Even in the worse dark world environment, as long as the rules are not broken, she can walk sideways.

Although only one or two people are required to break the rules, such as the fake and shoddy Mr. Clown who adds drama to himself, under normal circumstances, everyone still has to play according to the routine.

Seeing the back of the serious woman leaving and the closed door, the anger on Spicy Chicken's face disappeared instantly, and her whole demeanor calmed down.

She turned her head to look at the khaki-colored elder sister who was sitting quietly drinking tea: "Is something wrong here?"

"An accident? Is there anything?" The khaki-colored sister Yu blew on the tea foam on the teacup without raising her head: "This tea is not bad. You are a super VIP in the airline's customer service department, and the lounge can serve you well." There is such a good tea."

"If it wasn't for something, the Ninth Bureau would not use this method to test me." Spicy Chicken sat down and knocked on the table: "What is the Ninth Bureau guarding against?"

"Of course the ninth game is to guard against you." The khaki-colored sister Yu spread her hands: "Isn't this normal? You have all come to our house, but it's okay to ask."

"No... Forget it, I can find out even if you don't tell me." Spicy Chicken also took a sip from his teacup, with a dignified expression: "Jessica, check what happened during the time I was crossing the Pacific Ocean." What happened...it's so strange, something must have happened."

The khaki-colored elder sister smiled and said nothing. Bernice came here today, and her identity is a bit special, so neither Alia nor the strong brother who is still an exchange student on the surface can't come to pick her up. It is a person who accepts the other party's inquiry.

If Alia were here, Spicy Chicken and Alia would have been fighting each other, and they would definitely have no time to think about these things.

That "Miss" has the gift of tearing apart all logical events, no matter what clues or signs, they will be overwhelmed by a reckless formula, so that no one else has the heart to think about the cause and effect.

"Let's take a rest first and then check it slowly." The khaki-colored sister Yu looked at her watch: "It's eleven o'clock, do you want to eat? It's almost time for dinner at the hotel, or do you want to go to the hotel first?" Time difference?"

"...No, let's go eat first." Her throat rolled, and Bernice raised her noble head: "I'll do you a favor by tasting your republic's lunch—it's agreed in advance! I've lost my appetite recently Well, I don’t want to eat Western food!”

"Okay, okay, don't eat, don't eat." The khaki-colored sister Yu stood up: "I ordered a table of pretty good meals. It was a very famous old restaurant a long time ago. Recently, the other party found a few powerful restaurants. Chef is reopening and they have a dish that I think you'll like."

"What dish?"

"Li Hongzhang's chowder." The khaki-colored sister Yu gestured to the plate: "It's a big one."

"No! That stuff is an improved meal, it's not your specialty at all!"

"That's not necessarily true." The khaki-colored sister blinked her eyes, charming and moving: "The dishes are not the point, the chef is the soul. He is a talented chef. He has the ability to integrate emotions into the dishes before he graduated from university." ability."

"...Do you think you are holding the script of a Japanese chef anime?"

"Although it's outrageous, this world is so colorful, and there are everyone." The khaki-colored sister shrugged: "You've seen even more outrageous things, haven't you? By the way, she is also here today I ate there, and luckier than me, I ordered in advance the silk-drawn yam with only six dishes per day."

"..." Bernice held up her teacup calmly and suppressed her saliva: "What kind of medicine are you talking about? Is it delicious?"

"I heard that there is a sweet taste of love. I haven't tried it yet. Do you want to try it?"

"Hmph! Give you some face!"

"Fine, face, face..."

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Dongshan City · New Baiyun Bridge International Airport · Departure Hall

Jin Chashu flicked his phone boredly: "Mom, Dad's plane is about to take off, what are you waiting for? Let's go back?"

"Not quite right." Mrs. Jin held a cup of pearl milk tea and looked left and right: "Is there any important person here today?"

"What big shot?" Jin Char Siew searched the news: "I didn't see any reports... But in a big city like Dongshan City, isn't it normal for big shots to come?"

"Twelve...thirteen...fourteen." Mrs. Jin, who was counting, glanced at a passing 996 social animal not far away, and added another one: "Fifteen, hey, this is really lively."

"What's ten 45?" Jin Chashu also looked up and looked around, but unfortunately, she couldn't see anything wrong.

Although I can vaguely feel something, like a spider web falling on my head, I can't help scratching my head a few times, but she can't see more details than Madam Jin. true.

Among the three obasangs in Huanxiguan, Mrs. Jin may be a little worse than her own mother, but her rich experience in actual combat is actually far higher than that of the Taoist nun in white who is bound to see blood when she makes a move. Bureau officers can stand shoulder to shoulder.

At the beginning, she cut from Fengjing South Gate to Penglai East Road without blinking her eyes, and she didn't even feel her eyes were dry. One can imagine how sharp this pair of tricks are - matched with her unobtrusive posture. The highest degree of education, it is a feeling of great wisdom and foolishness.

Jin Chashu scratched his head: "Speaking of which, why didn't you go over to Auntie just now?"

"What did you do in the past?" Mrs. Jin patted the back of her useless daughter angrily: "Didn't you see that there are so many friends around her... cough, so many friends? As long as she comes back, when will I find her?" no?"

Mrs. Jin and the Ninth Bureau have never dealt with each other very much, there is no grudge, but the Ninth Bureau has been unhappy with her for a long time-and she cut off the Dongshan branch after learning about her senior sisters and sisters not long ago. She was very dissatisfied with her operation of tracing clues, and secretly cursed the fat director for a long time.

As for whether it is useful... The fat director was transferred to the General Administration for further study some time ago, and he probably wants to take a step up and move closer to the old director's seat.

Mrs. Jin didn't know that Aliya was waiting outside the door. If she knew, maybe she wouldn't care about the guys from the Ninth Bureau, and she would have to give a big sister a hi in front of her precious niece.

Although if you really want to face to face, you may not have the courage, but you have to have a daydream or something...

Mrs. Jin was about to say something more, but her pupils shrank suddenly, and she subconsciously turned her head to look to her side.

Looking back at that glance, like a lion looking back proudly, his domineering side leaked.

Poseidon Boji stopped in her tracks, looked at her quietly across the crowd, subconsciously tightened her body.

very dangerous!

Although he didn't want to believe it, Poseidon Poseidon had to admit that the blond woman on the other side of the crowd was extremely dangerous!

This shit - I haven't left the airport yet!What about your republic? !

And judging by her appearance, she was obviously not from Bureau Nine, but a normal passenger with her daughter.

Is this the so-called hidden dragon and crouching tiger? ?

Mrs. Jin squinted her eyes, and looked at the Ninth Bureau operatives around her out of the corner of her eyes, and found that they were just quietly paying attention to Sea God Bo Ji, and did not take any action.

So after thinking for half a second, she then withdrew her gaze and stopped looking over there.

That woman is not simple, she looks quiet, but she actually has something.

If he fought in this place, he might not be sure to kill her on the spot - it would be more or less the same if it were my senior sister.

Thinking of this, she snorted coldly, and gave her barbecued pork again: "It's your fault! You can't do anything! You can't eat enough!"

"???" Jin Chashu's eyes widened, his face was confused.

Why is the anger burning?