"Mr. tucks? Your friend''s wallet has been found. Because today is Monday, we need to have a regular meeting. Can you come to the police station to collect it in person?", the sheriff was very enthusiastic when he called. He knew Mr. tucks. This gentleman has lived here for several years. He usually doesn''t have any "bad habits" except inviting everyone to drink.


    He never inquired about what was done in some restricted areas, nor did he inquire about the whereabouts of some politicians. He was not interested in financial and scientific information. His only hobby was drinking with everyone and making fun of girls who were easy to sweat.


    By the way, he also likes planting flowers and plants. Sometimes he goes to some ordinary sports places to play polo and so on.


    Therefore, he must have been deceived by this hateful spy with the friendship of his hometown. Mr. sheriff and many police officers in rich areas promised that Mr. tucks could never be a spy. Coupled with Mr. tucks''s comments, the agents from the intelligence agency agreed to the sheriff''s request and transferred Mr. tucks away.


    After hearing this, Mr. tucks was very happy. He talked to Mr. Lapan, who was temporarily staying at home, and drove to the police station to get Mr. Lapan''s wallet back. Mr. Lapan said he wanted to go with him, but he was rejected by tucks on the grounds that if Mr. Lapan lost something on his "territory", he should go and get it back by himself, which is related to his dignity.


    Tucks had just left for five minutes when someone knocked at the door. Rapan looked out through the hole in the door. She was a young woman. This man is not Mr. tucks''s wife. Rapan has seen a picture of his wife. Based on the male chauvinism of "women are harmless", rapan opened the door.


    It was not the beautiful face that greeted him, but a foot, a foot that kicked on his chest.


    He fell back in an instant. At the moment of landing, he had turned his body over and half knelt on the ground to escape into the house. He heard the words of don''t move and put his hands up on the ground.


    Without using his head, he knew that the man behind him must have raised his gun. Coupled with the chaotic footsteps, he was sure that his speed was no faster than bullets, so he fell on the ground with cooperation. His hands were quickly cut back and handcuffed. Two people took his arms and pulled him up from the floor. He saw the beautiful woman outside the door, as well as more than a dozen policemen and several guys in black windbreaker.


    The sheriff, who appeared that night, came up to him, looked at his face carefully, and then said to a man in black, "it''s him. It''s him when he called the police that night!"


    "Mr. Lapan?", the man in black smiled and took out his ID card. "I''m a senior agent of the Federal National Security Intelligence Agency. Now we suspect you are involved in many confidential cases. I hope you can cooperate and suffer less."


    Mr. Lapan looked at the man in black. His brain was spinning fast. He had figured out what he had learned. That night, his performance was indeed abnormal, which was not in line with the behavior of a normal person. When his things were stolen, he took the initiative to say "forget it", which was enough to arouse the other party''s vigilance. Even if it was him, he would feel that there was a problem with this person. If he could not make such a mistake at ordinary times, it was because he drank too much that night.


    He doesn''t blame Mr. tucks. Others can persuade him to drink, but he can stick to his position and don''t drink. No one forced him to drink with a gun. Whether he drank or not was his own behavior. He remembered what durin said. Everyone has to pay for his actions.


    Soon he was put on his head. After a bumpy journey, he came to an underground base. It was underground. Amp smelled the moist air mixed with the smell of soil in the air. The air in winter can only be dry, not so wet. Places where there can be such wet air, except underground, that is, the sea. But there was no sound of waves around. He preliminarily judged that it was underground.


    He looked up at the vent pipe above his head and was taken into a room.


    A man and a woman had been waiting for him in the room. After he came in, he was pressed on the bound chair and fixed his limbs. The agent who sent him also took off his clothes and left only a pair of trousers.


    The cold and humid air made some goose bumps on his skin, and his hair stood up.


    "You should already know your current situation..." the man said first, "my name is Smith, special agent of the Federal National Security Intelligence Agency. This is my partner, Ms. Lola." Mr. Smith''s facial contour is very firm, angular, looks very upright, and his tone of speech is like a messenger of justice, This makes ANP feel a little funny.


    He sighed and said, "I''m very sorry to interrupt you. Can I ask why you regard me as a spy? Although you didn''t say it, I can feel it."


    Mr. Smith doesn''t mind chatting with ANP for a while. Most of the time, the interrogation doesn''t have to use tough and cruel means to force the victim to say what the perpetrator is interested in. There are many more peaceful interrogation methods, and chatting is one of them.


    "Some people thought you were suspicious. Then we mobilized the intelligence personnel on the other side of the Empire to explore your details according to the information you provided. What did you find?"


    What did you find?


    I''m sure I didn''t find anything. In fact, strictly speaking, ANP is also half of the intelligence department. He asked Anna what to do if he was noticed and inquired about his details on the federal side. Anna told him that people could be assured to check. The identity information they had prepared was not confidential, and the relevant personnel were from the internal intelligence department at zero hours. When the other party checks his information, he is likely to get rid of the crime.


    But now, it seems that the other party has found something, which makes ANP curiously ask Mr. Smith for the answer, "what did you find?"


    Mr. Smith pursed his mouth, with a look of pain and sorrow on his face, "Our two good comrades in arms and good companions lost their trace when tracking down your personal information. It was preliminarily predicted that they might be killed. That''s why we invited you. I believe that it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary family to kill two well-trained and professionally trained intelligence personnel. This shows that there is a problem with your identity. Do you understand?"


    ANP''s first reaction was that there was a problem with the Empire, but he soon realized that it was impossible. His current identity was Lapan, not ANP. There were no shameless people like Turin, who wanted to plot against him. Anna also relied on him very much and could not betray him. What was the problem? Did Anna know about it?


    It may take a long time to answer this question. At present, there is no way.


    Durin got the news the first time Lapan was captured as a spy. To be honest, he had a hunch about it. When Ariels said they killed two federal intelligence agents, durin had guessed that Mr. Lapan would have a big trouble.


    As for the next, it depends on who saves him and who is the enemy.


    The passenger flow of Otis city finally began to drop. The cold weather is one reason. In addition, it is impossible for everyone to come here every day to enjoy happiness. They also need to go back to hard work in exchange for another chance to enjoy themselves.


    This passenger flow only refers to those outdoor entertainment facilities and places, not including the casino. The casino is still overcrowded. There is only one place in the whole empire for public gambling, and there is the highest unlimited gambling table in the casino, which has greatly stimulated many gamblers and rich people to patronize here. They leave or take away a lot of money and become For the best publicity tool.


    The collapse of the George family prompted the separation of the newspaper industry. Especially after Arthur was arrested for second degree murder, it seemed that the whole George family was coming to an end. It seemed that the newspaper industry had ushered in spring, and they all understood one thing, that is, reporting news for others can make money. It doesn''t mean that making money in the form of advertising is just making money News with attitude can make money.


    On such an ordinary but restless day, Nasha came to Otis.


    She came with Mr. John''s last wish. Yes, last wish. The legendary figure who had been in the newspaper industry for a lifetime, founded three feature agencies, syndicates and monopolized the press releases of the whole industry, finally died in the hospital bed due to organ failure. She sent away two relatives in a row within a month, which made Nasha look very haggard. She wore sunglasses and hairy clothes Fur, in Dooling''s office.


    "I want to buy Empire Star Media. I know it''s hard to do, but I really want it." Nasha is more mature than before. She doesn''t be aggressive or laugh and scold. She looks like a very intellectual woman. "I apologize for our unhappiness in the past. I hope you don''t substitute some emotions in the past into this matter."


    After hearing this, Turin looked down at the pen in her hand. Nasha was worried. She knew that Turin liked the company very much. At the same time, the sales of Empire Star was also rising steadily. Last month, the sales hit 49000 tapes, while the sales of GaoKai family tape company fell, only 37000 tapes were sold.


    However, this is not important. If she can win the Imperial Star Company, it means that she will personally control 70% of the share in the field of imperial tape, which is enough for her to form a new monopoly industry group according to what old John taught her.


    Under the table, she clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands and looked at Turin expressionless.


    Durin hesitated for a long time, as if for a century, before nodding unexpectedly, "yes, but the price..."


    "We can discuss this!" Nasha refused to miss the opportunity and took it up immediately.