Intelligence Bureau

This was the fourth day of Andrea's undercover work in Klia. Everything went extremely smoothly. He managed to gain a foothold in this organization. As for whether he could gain the trust of the members of the organization, it was another matter entirely.

Kelia's base is also a local characteristic building - Moore Manor.But compared to the one that Lennart took him to before, this place obviously lacks the patience of decoration. After entering, you will find that the interior is a bit shoddy.

But it’s just the inside of the front, and it seems that because of the later expansion, it becomes more refined, but the more refined it is, the harder it is to conceal the British atmosphere.

A group of British people occupy a place in Sicily, which is full of family mafia. The scale is not small, and the ability is evident.

But this is not what Andrea needs to think about. When he walked out of the Klia meeting room for the fourth time on the fourth day, he seemed to be in a low mood. It was only at this time that he could see his 28-year-old heart.

After coming out of the conference room, he went straight to the side door in the southeast corner of Kelia, so familiar that no one would believe that he was an undercover agent who had only sneaked in for four days.

Near the side door was a dense forest, where he and Lennart had met.

Andrea restrained the gloomy look on her face, and turned serious.

Unexpectedly, he was in a complicated mood and didn't pay attention to the road under his feet. His foot was suddenly caught by a horizontal stone, his foot bumped twice, and his body hit the thick tree trunk beside him.

"Hiss..." It was indeed he who hit the tree, but he was not the one who yelled.

Andrea stood up with her shoulders and frowning. In front of her was Leinart, who was smiling like a spring breeze, who was the one who just cried out for him.

Hitting a tree like this is nothing to a grown man, but to a man who has already been injured, Lennart's tone is really timely.

I don't know who beat him until he was covered in bruises, then ripped off his clothes and threw them at Kelia's door.

And the reason why his body was covered with bruises instead of his face was definitely not because of this man's soft heart, but because of his obsessive love for faces!

"Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for four days, and little Andrea thinks that I can't go the way I want." Mr. Lennart, please show some reserve that the British should have.

It wasn't until later that he realized that it was absolutely impossible for his dear deputy minister to show the restraint that a British should have, because the Italian blood flowing in this man's bones washed away the other half of the British elements.

"Mr. Lennart, we're here to talk about business." Andrea tried to calm herself down and spoke seriously.

"Ah... I was taught a lesson by little Andrea." Leinart leaned on a tree trunk with his hands folded and looked at him with a smile, beckoning him to continue.

This person seems to never have any sense of crisis, and always has such a lazy and careless attitude.It was clearly the plan he led, but he acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

Although he knew that this was his personal style, it gave Andrea a bad feeling at this time.It's as if he is a character in the play, and Lennart is a judge, watching the situation with a smile in his own way.

Andrea moved his hand back and clenched it tightly to pull back his thoughts of walking away.

"It is estimated that there are about 18 members staying in Kelia, but it seems that a consistent order has been issued recently, and all members will gather in a week. The specific content of the gathering is still unknown." After Andrea finished speaking, relying on The person holding the tree is still not a little moved.

What the hell is he thinking.

Tens of seconds later, Lenat finally put his hands down and inserted them into the white belt, stood up straight, and his whole body became more and more slender.

And during those tens of seconds, Andrea was forced to accept his unpredictable eyes. What did those smiles that reached the bottom of his eyes represent? Could it be that he was found to be conveying false information?

"As expected of a technician, I collected such useful information so quickly, little Andrea worked very hard~ I will give you a victorykiss after the task is completed~" Who wants your victory kiss, idiot deputy minister!

"..."

"Hey, goodbye little Andrea, you may have to leave your affairs to Mr. G, and your deputy minister should also repay little Andrea for his dedication~" Before the words were finished, the person left.

No, the information was not collected by him at all, it was told.A week later, there were only about 30 people in the assembly. That was far from Klia, no, it should be all members of Zitak.

It was a plan from the start, and he was a double agent, a traitor who ultimately chose the organization.Therefore, he who accepted the order of the organization to lead Leinart into a trap did not want to get anything in return from the other party.

Andrea let go of his fist and clenched it again, turning around and walking back to the side door after 5 minutes.

In the past week, Lennart did not appear again, and the man with fiery red hair and lines only came twice, listened to him coldly, and left coldly without leaving a word.

Andrea gradually felt that something was changing.The man looked at him like he was looking at an ant, and he couldn't help but wonder if those smiling eyes also expressed this kind of emotion?

Today is the day when all members of Kelia gathered. More than 30 people gathered in the meeting room, and more than 30 British faces showed different colors.

If the huge mahogany conference table in front of you is filled with all kinds of food, it will be like "The Last Supper".

Among these people, Andrea did not appear.

Two days ago, he was locked in the dungeon.Now, her body is covered with injuries, including that bloody pretty face.For Andrea, who is a technician, this is nothing more than torture within torture.

Such a cold dungeon blocked all the light that could bring hope. Andrea curled up on the cold sticky floor, smelling the dry smell of blood and feeling his darkness.

Suddenly, the door of the dungeon was blasted open from the outside, and a large piece of dazzling light flooded in instantly, forcing the original coldness to the corner.

Andrea slowly stood up, looking against the light at the slender figure standing proudly at the door.Mr Lennart...

"Mr. G." Not Lennart, but G.The man who was cold, arrogant and uninhibited frowned at his unbearable appearance, then bent his waist and hugged him, and walked out without saying a word.

"Mr. G, Mr. Lennart..." Andrea couldn't help asking, her voice trembling with breathlessness.

"Shut up, you'll see him soon." G answered him impatiently, during which Andrea could only look up at his raised chin.

One master and one servant, let him take care of the aftermath, this kind of behavior is really shameful!If the boss hadn't asked him to cooperate, who would care about their lives!

After a while, Andrea was brought to Klia's reception hall, but the place was already blood-stained, and British faces somewhat similar to him stared straight at him with eyes that wouldn't move anymore. with him.

Andrea grabbed the man's nape collar tightly, biting her lips white.

"Did you join the Mafia on the first day?" It was not a question, but a statement.Andrea only had time to see the mocking arc of G's mouth, and the person was already being led inside. Such a scene made him have no energy to think about the meaning of that declarative sentence.

It turned out that the scene just now was just the beginning.

The blood soaked all the way to the door of the conference room, where G stopped.And the collar of his white shirt was about to be scratched by Andrea, and the irritability on G's face became more and more obvious.

Andrea's expression could no longer be expressed in words, such astonishment, horror, and stiffness.

There was only one person standing in the conference room. The man's white windbreaker hung naturally without any wrinkles. The tail of black hair was slightly curled up by the vertical collar of the windbreaker. Cigarettes came out, and then there were corpses all over the ground.

And that person's white windbreaker didn't have any blood stains.

"Ah? How could g bring little Andrea to such a bloody place, but it will leave a shadow in my heart~" Such an upbeat tone, such a bright smile, also belonged to one person.

"My own people can solve it by themselves." G threw the person in his arms over.

"No one will want such roughness." Lennart stretched out his hand to firmly catch Andrea who came over by air, and said to G in a teasing tone.

g turned around and left.He still has to go back to deal with their funeral affairs, and he has the nerve to call him rude! boss!Such a person cannot cooperate!

Lennart smiled indifferently, and looked at the person in his arms.

"My little Andrea got dirty, it's okay, I've taught them a lesson for you." He said and walked out.

Over Lennart's broad and flat shoulders, the defeated Klia, rendered in red, caught the eye. This Moorish building with a British atmosphere was covered in blood stains.

Such a situation was completely unplanned.The rescuer did not come, and only one person was killed, but the lives of more than 30 people were ended, and Klia was completely wiped out.

No, there was one more who survived, and that was himself.Only he still exists within the scope of the plan, creating the effect of being found and seriously injured, and then being rescued back to continue his identity as a double agent...

Andrea retracted her head, leaned against the front of the white windbreaker, and closed her eyes.