Confrontation in the abyss

"Yes, my sofa is newly bought. I wish you a comfortable sleep." After speaking, Zhou Chou turned and entered the room.

The sound of "click" locked was very loud.

Zhou Cho was lying on the bed, his hearing was very good, because of this he narrowly escaped death several times.But sometimes, this ability is also torture.

For example, now, he can clearly analyze Anson's every move on the other side of the door.The guy walked to the door at this moment and twisted the doorknob, as if to confirm whether the door was really locked.

"Idiot." Zhou Cho lay on the bed and sneered.

And Anson actually stood at the door.

Zhou Cho waited for a long time, but the guy still didn't leave.He decided not to torture himself anymore, covered his head with a quilt and fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhou Chou was woken up by the sound of the electronic alarm clock.He came to the living room, and Anson left at some unknown time. There were still fried eggs and toast on the table.Once you taste it, you know it's Richard's handiwork.This made Zhou Cho laugh and cry.

In the office, Jones and his group of young people were waiting there early, but Fei Luo and Old Joe, two people who were used to the scene, walked in leisurely carrying breakfast paper bags.

"Hey, boss, do you want some?" Fei Luo took out a hamburger and gestured for Zhou Cho to catch it.

"No, I've already eaten it. Your wife's breakfast is much more delicious than fast food. Why do you eat these so early in the morning?" Zhou Zhao asked jokingly.

"Oh, if I eat the breakfast she made, I have to endure her nagging when I wake up. To save my ears, I'd rather eat junk food!" Fei Luo shrugged his shoulders, drawing laughter from Old Qiao.

Miles and Gene also laughed, but Jones' expression remained unchanged.

"Boss, aren't we going on a mission today?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhao smiled, and threw the two work permits on the table, "There will be an auction tonight, in the form of a dinner party. Miles and Gene, you will play the chairman of the Yang Group Yang Jin's personal bodyguard will attend this dinner."

"Bodyguards for the dinner party?" Miles was an undercover agent, and his thoughts were more meticulous than others.

Zhou Zhao nodded, "Because Yang Jin will bring a [-]-carat yellow diamond to this dinner, all guests who bring valuable auction items are allowed to bring two bodyguards. The organizer of this dinner It's Rogers Auctions."

Jones glanced at the work permit on the table, although the dissatisfaction in his expression was well suppressed, but Zhou Chou could see it at a glance, "Myers has undercover experience, I have no objection to letting him enter the venue as a bodyguard. But what about Gene? The guy has a childish personality and can't hide things."

Miles crossed his arms, and Gene tried to argue but was pulled back by Miles.

He motioned to Gene with his eyes to see how their leader would settle the matter.

"Jones, I'm a matter-of-fact person. Let me ask you, when you became Yang Jin's bodyguard and mixed into this dinner, what was your duty?" Zhou Zhao looked into Jones' eyes.

"Look for opportunities, get close to the target person to get the information we need." Jones raised his eyebrows, not understanding why Zhou Choo asked such a stupid question.

Miles laughed silently.

Zhou Cho's eyes flicked to Miles, "Myers, tell me, what is your mission as Yang Jin's bodyguard?"

"Of course it is to protect Yang Jin and the twelve-carat yellow diamond! Don't do what bodyguards are supposed to do, but at such a dinner party, you are close to those high-society dignitaries. Once they become suspicious, they will not be exposed. It’s just me and the organization’s plan. As an undercover agent, you can’t get information only if you get close to the target. As long as you enter that circle, you will get more information than sticking to the target’s side.”

After Miles finished speaking, Gene nodded with a sudden realization.

Old Joe patted Gene on the shoulder and said, "Son, you're still young."

Jones froze there.

Zhou Tuo softened his voice, "Jones, you are excellent. But if you regard Interpol as hunters and those sophisticated transnational lawbreakers as prey in your heart, you will fall badly. You only see The target cannot see the environment where the target exists. We Interpol are not hunters, on the contrary, in the eyes of people like Red Scorpion and Korsien, we may become prey instead. An undercover agent does not need a proud person, but Someone who can enter the role in any occasion. This time, you are suitable to be by my side, not to be Yang Jin's bodyguard."

Miles couldn't help but add insult to injury, "Because when you arrive at the scene, you will stare straight at William Goodwin, wishing you could pull out a machine gun and chase him around the world."

"You..." Jones stared fiercely.

Zhou Cho clapped his hands at the right time and said: "Okay, everyone, get ready! Those who should change into suits, put on suits! Miles, straighten your back, don't be a bodyguard and still look like a ruffian!"

After speaking, the whole group laughed.

Everyone left the office, leaving only Jones standing at Zhou Cho's desk.

"You don't like me."

"It doesn't matter whether I like you or not. But whether you can fit into this team is very important. A person does not need to be too smooth. Maybe they won’t be able to chase their goals in guns and guns for a whole day like you, but they will have another way to interpret their persistence.”

"I will prove myself."

The corners of Zhou Chou's lips curled up, and the inexplicable charm in that smile bloomed, "I'm looking forward to it."

Jones was slightly taken aback, then left.

In the afternoon, Miles and Gene both put on black suits that looked like bodyguards.Miles, who has always been out of tune, combed his hair back, showing a bit more rigorous temperament.

"Ah! Are you really Miles?" Gene walked up to Miles and blinked.

Miles flicked him hard on the forehead, "Fool, do you think I can only pretend to be a punk!"

Zhou Zhao was very satisfied after seeing Miles' outfit, and then looked at Gene, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"Leyla, help me with this kid."

Leila snapped her fingers, looking interested, "Ha! Look at me!"

"You...what do you want to do to me..." Gene took two steps back.

"Your biggest problem is this natural curly hair, which makes you look too childish."

"I don't want it! This natural curly hair is my pride! Those who spend a lot of money to curl their hair are the envy of me!"

Layla grabbed Gene by the back of the collar and pulled him out of the office.

Without Gene, it's quiet here.

"Boss, Leslie's team has found a monitoring location near the venue." Fei Luo muttered while biting his hamburger, "Their efficiency is very high! I feel very grateful to cooperate with such a fast-paced team." pressure."

"Really? Seeing your fat body, you should feel pressured." Old Qiao raised his chin, looked at his mouthful of hamburger, and couldn't help turning his head away.

"Then what about me, what is the task you gave me?" Jones stared at Zhou Chou.

"Learn to be patient." Zhou Zhao turned the computer screen to Jones, which was the floor plan near the venue, "This location will be the key."

Jones took a look, and he understood that building would be a perfect location to assassinate someone who was at the party the night of the assassination, but they were Interpol and never did assassinations or anything like that.

"With Leslie's information team already in place, I believe it will be easy to see the live video of the banquet."

"According to reliable sources, tonight, William Goodwin will discuss with Anson of the Lorenzo family about letting him take a stake in MASSIVE. If Anson does not agree to take a stake, Anson will become a huge stumbling block for MASSIVE."

"...Are you saying that MASSIVE will send someone to assassinate Anson Lorenzo? Impossible... With the influence of the Lorenzo family, once Anson's accident is caused by MASSIVE, the Lorenzo family will do their best to fight MASSIVE to the death!" Jones is young, but he They still know that in that dark world, there are some forces that they cannot shake, including the Lorenzo family.

"A person pointing a gun at you doesn't necessarily mean to kill you, maybe he just wants to get something from you." Zhou Chou tapped his fingertips on the table, and after two or three taps, Jones showed a clear expression .

"So my job is to make sure that William Goodwin's shooter is not in that perfect shooting position." Jones took a breath, and then remembered something, "Boss, how did you get such information? William Goodwin The news that Dewin is threatening Anson Lorenzo is extremely secretive."

Of course Zhou Zhou couldn't tell him that there was a note under the breakfast plate this morning, which was written by Anson when he left.

The note read: Please protect me at the auction dinner tonight, MASSIVE wants me to cooperate with them in shipping something out of the United States.

Anson owns a stake in Western Union, so getting something through security is easy.

"I have my own intelligence network. But I want to remind you that it is very likely that letting you go to that position is to drink a cool night. The so-called shooter may never have existed. You can stick to that position until the end of the dinner ?"

"Are you testing my patience?" Jones put his hands on the table and stared blankly at Zhou Choo, "Or are you going to teach me a lesson because I'm unruly to you?"

Zhou Cho was watched by him, without a trace of flutter in his eyes, as calm as a stone falling from a height to the bottom of a lake.

"I'll do it, and I won't give you any reason to criticize me."

"Very good." Zhou Tuo patted Jones on the shoulder, "We are Interpol, not FBI agents who can handle cases on American soil and can walk unimpeded by just showing their documents, nor are they New York special police officers wearing bulletproof vests with guns in their hands. We have to endure loneliness."

"I'll get ready." Jones left.

"Boss, I thought you hated Jones. But it doesn't seem to be the case." Old Joe said leisurely, leaning on the table.

"Don't I just look like I hate him?" Zhou Cho smiled.

"He's capable and passionate. But he's like Icarus with wax wings, he doesn't know how miserable he is when he falls." Old Joe sighed.

"That's why the boss wants his wax wings to melt early so that real wings can grow." Fei Luo finally finished his breakfast.

"Let's not talk about that. Fei Luo, we will set off with the information team in the afternoon."

The venue for the auction dinner was the most extravagant ballroom in MASSIVE's W Hotel.

Gene and Miles were sitting in the same car as Yang Jin, and Yang Jin was still holding the safe with the yellow diamond in his hand.For these tycoons, a [-]-carat yellow diamond is not a big deal. The key is that the clarity of this yellow diamond is currently the highest on the market, and its price per carat is six times that of ordinary yellow diamonds.

"Is this the first time for you to attend this kind of dinner?" Yang Jin asked suddenly with a calm face.

Gene was a little in awe of the old man, so when he spoke, he didn't know what to say.

"Yes. The red wine and food at this dinner party are top-notch, but it's a pity that we don't have the chance to taste them as your bodyguard." Miles' tone was a bit frivolous, but his expression was full of dignified bodyguards.

"Don't worry, I will give you a vintage wine after the dinner." Yang Jin took a breath, "Is your team leader okay?"

"Team leader? Very good." Miles also chatted with him casually.

The car drove slowly towards the entrance of the hotel, and the doorman opened the car for them. Miles stepped down as a bodyguard first, with his palms on the roof of the car, and Yang Jin came out.Gene stood aside and looked around. He had never acted before, and Miles had taught him this action.

Yang Jin strolled into the hotel, followed by Miles and Gene.

In a [-]-story building next to the hotel, Zhou Cho and Leslie sat side by side in front of the computer, watching the scene of Yang Jin entering the hotel.

"The pixels are very clear." Zhou Cho turned his face sideways, and the other party just leaned forward to adjust the wiring behind the computer. At that moment, Zhou Cho's lips brushed against Leslie's ear.

With that warm touch, Leslie's body froze in place.