Intelligence Bureau

Coming out of desire, a fierce fight is inevitable.If it was written as a news item and published in a newspaper, then the headline should be, "The crusade against Lennart's wanton molestation of his boss."

Being forced to avoid countless handcuffs, and being forced to take out a lighter to fight, Leinart didn't even have the time to light a cigarette this time. Arnold seemed to be really angry, and greeted him with every move. , But he couldn't even use the method of pretending to be dizzy.

Because once he pretends to be unconscious, he will be tortured by the handcuffs dropped by Arnold, and he will never get up again...

Lennart felt deeply helpless about this. Instead of using this physically exhausting and meaningless method, it would be better to switch to another method that is equally exhausting but enjoyable.

And another way that is equally exhausting but enjoyable is to exercise on the bed.

In that way, he will bring up more than ten times the enthusiasm and passion.

However, no matter how fierce, ferocious, and unstoppable the battle seemed, its final outcome was still the same as any previous battle.That is, Lennart Costa tried every means to announce the end in advance again.

This time it's a bitter trick.

For a person who has been attacked into such a tragic situation and has no fighting spirit, Arnold doesn't bother to do it again.Although he knew that this bloody scene was an illusion, that man was indeed injured, and he would rather be injured than confront him head-on, so there was no point in challenging him.

One day, he will completely defeat the shameless Lennart Costa, complete fighting spirit, complete body, complete self-esteem, all defeated before he can fight.

In any case, Arnold has to admit that staying with Lenart Costa is a particularly exhausting matter of physical strength and energy.Almost relieved, Arnold put away the handcuffs and walked to the bedroom on his own.

After staying □, the man lay on his back in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, counting the crystal lamps on the ceiling.

It seems that if you want to attack Minister Arnold, you will inevitably suffer from flesh and blood.

In this way, on the second night in Germany, Leinart confirmed something even more pleasantly.

The next morning, Arnold woke up feeling slightly satisfied that there was no one else sleeping with him.However, as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, dressed and washed, his brows were frowned by the mess in the room, and he recalled that unpleasant yesterday.

The culprit is Xiang Tian who is sleeping in a mess.

He was still lying in the position before he left last night, but his posture was much more comfortable, and there was no bruise and swollen face from the beating yesterday, as if the whole person looked completely new.It seems that the illusion is still superficial, at least the bruises he thought were not left behind.

Sandwiched in the small space between the coffee table and the sofa, he slept quite comfortably, with one hand bent under his head, his legs curled up, and the whole person lying on his side facing the side of the coffee table. Just like a child.

If you count the time when he pretended to be dizzy, this should be the third time I saw his sleeping face.

Arnold turned his gaze away from the man, but when he passed the coffee table, he paused again.The random spread of paper on it caught his attention.

On the yellow mottled kraft paper, the handwriting in blue ink is very clear.The words are as they are, as expected, and the ink flying freely on the paper is very much like someone's casual and loose personality.It was also a coincidence that the morning light came in through the diamond-shaped lattice window, sprinkled spots all over the table, and attracted the characters one by one under the bright light.

Arnold bent down to pick up one, browsed it briefly, then picked up the second, followed by the third, the fourth, and the last four were neatly arranged on the coffee table, forming a quarto picture.

A piece of kraft paper in four quarters connected almost all the events since Kelia, made a simple and clear mind map in the general direction, and outlined a few clearer clues, and carefully Every thread break is marked.

Did you make it last night?Arnold straightened up, put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and looked down at the man's side face condescendingly. Did he plan to lie in a place where the sun couldn't find it, so as not to be disturbed and sleep well.

But, apparently, he was one step ahead of Sunshine in his sabotage.

From the moment he opened the bedroom door, this man should have woken up, but it was up to him to pretend to be dizzy or sleepy, and it had nothing to do with him.But now, he didn't plan to fulfill his disguise any more.

"Lenate Costa, I need your explanation." Regarding D Spedo, where did these determinations come from.

"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Arnold~" Here it comes again, this damned title.

Arnold still looked down at the man who turned over and lay on his back looking at him on the ground, his eyes were too sharp, as expected, it was good that this man had been asleep.

"Are you going to lie and talk to me like this all the time?" Of course he didn't mind, it wasn't a bad feeling to look down on him.

"I'm really thinking about this problem~ Compared to lying down, standing or sitting is quite tiring. How about borrowing Mrs. Arnold's bed and discussing it in bed?" Lenart really said With a look of not intending to get up, he touched his chin and looked directly into Arnold's gray-blue eyes. It turns out that Arnold is still so good-looking from this angle...

Faced with such an invitation, Arnold just sat down on the sofa behind him, put his legs up, and continued to look down. "I respect your opinion, let's talk about it like this."

Angle problem, as soon as Arnold sat down, his long legs blocked almost all of his face. Leinart was a little dissatisfied, and then moved himself to the sofa.

"What does Mrs. Arnold want to know? Haven't you already read those?" Leinart Barabara's hair was a little curled up in sleep, and her chin was enslaved to the coffee table in front of her.

Oops, there is a small piece of hair above the left ear that has been pillowed for too long, it has been styled, and it can't be pressed down.

Lennart tried to pull it several times with his hand, and pulled the hair on the side to cover it, but in the end he couldn't stop it from standing upright, so he had to give up and let it go as it pleased.

At the same time, Arnold, who was diagonally opposite, pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and finally covered the sudden light cough with his fists at the corners of his mouth.

Minister Arnold!Can you be more straightforward if you want to laugh?The corners of Lennart's mouth twitched slightly. If he exchanged his stupid hair for Arnold's hearty smile, it would be a profit but not a loss, but the reality was not what he wanted.

"Are you saying that I should believe these highly subjective judgments?" This is a person who doesn't like to use question marks, but insists on expressing it in the form of rhetorical questions.

Lennart moved around on the sofa, and finally found a satisfactory posture, lying on the armrest of the sofa and staring at Arnold, his reaction to that sentence was "Is it subjective, Mrs. Arnold doesn't know yet?"

"What I know is confirmed by me, but your confirmation has not been shown to me."

"Okay~ How about we have a cup of black coffee full of sugar? It's such a happy decision~" There are too many things to say next, it's better to add some water in advance.Moreover, coffee can make him more serious, and Arnold should have no objection.

The fact is that Arnold stared at him for a while, then scanned the brown paper on the coffee table, and finally agreed to pause the conversation here for 10 minutes to wait for coffee.

Two 10 minutes later.

"Actually, I'm still collecting as much evidence as I can. What I'm going to say next will be mixed with personal speculation to some extent. It depends on how Minister Arnold judges." Now that he has decided to get this person, it is natural not to share information with him. That's it.

Lennart sipped his coffee, dipped his mouthful of foam, licked his lips, and then spoke again with Arnold's acquiescence.

"Let's start with Klia. The total destruction of Klia is not inevitable. This was mentioned in the conversation in Italy. The cover-up plan adopted by the headquarters, that is, Zitak, was backed by guarantees. It was implemented under the premise. As for the template of the request for help, I think I can get it tomorrow, and I copied it from my dear Mr. Major General."

The conversation stopped here on purpose, and I don't know if it was because I was thirsty and wanted to drink coffee, or because Arnold reflected that he had also planted spies in D Spedo and copied the request for help.

After a brief pause, the exposition continued.

"However, apparently, rescue did not appear, no matter whether it was domestic or foreign aid. As soon as Zitak was dispatched, the entire organization would be exposed, and the domestic aid plan would be broken. As soon as d Spedo was dispatched, he would be caught by me and g who were there at the time The tail, the foreign aid plan was also ruined. This can be further confirmed with tomorrow's rescue letter."

"Then, out of revenge or at the instigation of d Spedo, Zitak began to attack Pengele in public opinion, and of course he brought the Simon family together. At this time, d Spedo revealed me again. Father's business to distract me, and use me to bring you to Italy, so naturally he will be more casual in Sicily."

"My father's matter was confirmed by me personally. For the time being, it belongs to the personal grievances between me and Mr. Major General. The rest is personal speculation. What does Minister Arnold think?"

What should be said has been finished, and Lennart seems to be too tired to move his mouth anymore. After drinking the rest of the coffee in one gulp, he threw the whole person into the sofa again.

If he had known that a small Kriya would trigger such a follow-up, he would not have given Kriya as a dowry to Giotto. What a mistake it was to involve the Simon family in this conspiracy.

But thinking about it from another angle, if Giotto can't handle this kind of thing well, how can he entrust the life of the boss to him.Let's just treat it as a trial.

As for Arnold, Leinart heard the cold voice coming over after a long silence, which was his usual brevity, but Leinart knew that Arnold had strengthened some things because of this.

"Good idea."

For his praise, Lennart decided to reward him with something.

The author has something to say: Is the recent 3 jumps going to reward me?

My heart is broken orz...

May wish to look forward to Mr. Colonel's reward~ It's a very warm thing~ You will definitely get it!