"What? You have arrived in Cape Town? When did it happen?" Mr. K asked in a low voice.

"20 minutes ago." Lin Rui replied.

"Listen, your people must not act without authorization. No matter where you are? Find a place to stay and never have any kind of contact with the target. Other things, wait until we meet before discussing." Mr. K lowered his voice. Tao.

Lin Rui nodded, "Yes, in fifteen minutes, I will send you the meeting coordinates. You'd better come here alone."

"Don't worry, I know how to deal with this situation." Mr. K whispered, "but I can't come here alone, because I have to bring another person."

"Who is it?" Lin Rui frowned.

Mr. K lowered his voice, "People of Aladdin, Zhao Jianfei, you should be no stranger."

"He's here too?" Lin Rui frowned.

"In fact, it may not only be him. I suspect that Aladdin has already arrived in Cape Town in person. It's just that the Duke of the Secret Service hasn't got a clear message, so this old fox won't show up easily." Mr. K whispered.

"This is very similar to his style. He is usually the kind of person who controls the overall situation behind the scenes." Lin Rui nodded, "but it's the same with Zhao Jianfei. He is now in charge of Aladdin's external activities."

After hanging up the phone, Yelena asked him, "What did Mr. K say?"

"He is already in Cape Town. We will contact him when we get to a safe place." Lin Rui whispered, "It seems that it is not just him, Aladdin's people are already in place. Mr. K has met Zhao Jianfei. Wait a minute. He will bring Zhao Jianfei over to discuss this mission in detail."

"That's fine. The information they have is very important for this mission. With their help, we will be much easier." Crazy Horse nodded.

Cape Town is the second largest city in South Africa after Johannesburg. It is also the first city established by white European immigrants in South Africa and is called the mother city by white Europeans. The vehicle passed the parade ground in front of the city hall, and the entire square was flooded with sunlight. This European-style city hall was built in 1905 with a tall bell tower in the middle. That year, Mandela, who had just been released by the South African racist government, gave a public speech on the front balcony on the second floor.

Lin Rui retracted his eyes from the car window and asked the driver in a low voice, "Where is our safe house?"

"Hout Bay." The driver was a member of the Vitalk intelligence team. He didn't talk much and seemed very cautious. Hout Bay, which means "wood" in Dutch, is a picturesque fishing port village surrounded by mountains and seas. It is also the headquarters of a fishing fleet that catches and wholesales snooker pike and lobster.

There are several larger cruise ships on the pier, more of them small, private yachts, which are densely parked on the pier. The masts of fishing boats and yachts are like forests, and they find it difficult to breathe. On the sea surface of the pier, seals occasionally show their heads, and one is lying on a wooden stake. There are seagulls flying in the sky.

"Man, did you make a mistake? We are going to the safe house instead of going to the seaside for sightseeing." Sergey shook his head.

"I understand, because the safe house arranged by Mr. Vitalk for you is on the boat." The driver replied. Hout Bay is a crowded place with many tourists. There are vendors on the long stalls on the pier square. There are also black people performing singing and dancing, welcoming tourists, and asking them for money. Most of the people shopping at the pier vendor market are foreigners. Many products are made in China.

Lin Rui and the others boarded a fishing boat with the driver. They walked up to find that the boat was no different from other fishing boats on the surface, but the interior had been modified and it was a row of cabins.

"Are we staying here?" Crazy Horse looked at the cabin and said, "On the boat?"

"Yes, because this place is relatively safe, and it is difficult to find." Vitalk was pushed out by a black man. "Sit down, everyone."

Lin Rui looked at him and said, "I must send the coordinates to Mr. K. We must meet them first."

"Please. From now on, this will be your temporary headquarters. But you'd better stay on the ship as much as possible. You can let Victor do everything you want." Vitalk pointed to the driver. "He It’s a local, and activities here will not cause any attention, but you are different."

Lin Rui nodded, "No problem, you can arrange it." He sat at the front of the cabin and looked out. The sea level at the pier is like a mirror, and waves of the sea slowly rise as the boat goes. As the ship reached the estuary of the bay, the waves surged, and layers of white waves rushed towards us in the distance, and the ship swayed and undulated.

After more than an hour, a small boat came to join them, and Mr. K and Zhao Jianfei boarded the fishing boat.

"You are really hard to find." Mr. K looked at Lin Rui and frowned.

"Isn't this what you asked for? We stay on the boat to minimize the possibility of being discovered by secret society members." Lin Rui said slowly, sitting in his chair.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Let's get to the point." Mr. K reached out and took out a document. "This is the place where the Red Baron is currently located. A wine estate located in Constantia, Southern Peninsula, Cape Town. The central area of ​​the Summer Valley is one of the oldest wine estates in South Africa, with a history of hundreds of years."

In people’s impressions, French wines are the most famous. In fact, South African wines are also of excellent quality and world-renowned. Cape Town is where South Africa is rich in fine wines. South Africa is currently one of the six most famous grape-producing regions in the world, and its wine production accounts for 3% of the world's total production.

"The wine estate?" Lin Rui frowned.

"The place is backed by the southern foot of Table Mountain, facing False Bay, with plenty of sunshine and abundant rainfall. It has a unique geographical location and climatic conditions for growing grapes. It is a place where the wealthy people in Cape Town are concentrated. The wine estates are even more wealthy and celebrities. It is a concentrated place, so there are high walls outside and perfect security measures inside. We have already inquired that the former South African mercenary leader Julio is responsible for the security work there." Mr. K replied.

"Who is Julio?" Lin Rui frowned.

"He is one of the mercenary chiefs of the South African Mercenary Company. It is said that he is currently serving as a security officer in that manor. His men are all mercenaries who accompanied him in the battles in Sierra Leone and Angola. At present, who is the owner of this manor? I know. But those who can afford Julio to take care of the nursing home are definitely not ordinary people." Zhao Jianfei whispered.

"Who is the owner of that wine estate, nobody knows?" Lin Rui frowned.

"Yes, that wine estate was sold by the previous owner three years ago. The buyer is a European nonprofit organization, currently under entrusted management, so it is not classified under a private name. We suspect that it is the Red Baron’s Nguyen Mingjiang, a Vietnamese man, happens to be the guest there." Mr. K whispered.