When Mansari came to the restaurant, he saw Li Mu and Vistana sitting at the table.

Although it has only been four days, both of them are going to be bored to death.

The last time they were detained here, although they were up to a month long, at least they were still able to play mobile phones.

But this time, they even confiscated their cell phones.

Mansari took the food and came next to the two women: "May I sit here?"

"Are we qualified to object? You are our sir." Li Mu said dissatisfied.

"Listening to your tone seems resentful."

"You don't trust us." Li Mu said bluntly.

"When did I distrust you?"

"You have confiscated our phones. Are you afraid we will leak the news here?"

"This is a rule, not mys." Mansari sat next to him. "It's not just you. Every soldier here doesn't have a phone. There is only one phone to contact the entire base."

At this moment, a soldier ran in outside: "Report to the sir, there are two people outside, he said that it is a subordinate department of the Ministry of Counter-Terrorism Security."

"Huh? Did you come so fast?" Mansari stood up. "Bring him to my office."

Mansari got up and went to the office. At the door, he saw a man who was not a soldier on the base.

But the momentum of this man definitely came from the barracks.

Kaos glanced at Mansari, without any expression, looking back, leaning against the wall in the doorway.

When Mansari pushed open the door, he saw an old man in his sixties.

There was still some snow on his body. It seems that he came to this base in the snow.

West turned to see Mansari, and immediately got up: "Hello, Colonel Mansari, I'm West, from the Paranormal Society."

Mansari shook hands, but a little indifferently.

Mansari went to his chair and sat down, watching West.

"Are you allegiance to me in advance now?" Mansari's tone mocked a little.

West looked at Mansari with a smile.

"Colonel Mansari, I think you are mistaken. I hope that after you take up the post of Minister of Counter-Terrorism Security, you will be treated fairly and nothing more."

"Are you wondering if I would be unjust?"

Mansari's aggressive attitude made West a little unhappy.

But West said with patience: "Because the Paranormal Society is not easy to accept."

"I hate people pretending to be a ghost, I hate magic sticks, and I don't think the Counter-Terrorism Security Department needs a bunch of crooks."

"Liar? Colonel Mansari, do you think we are liar?" West finally couldn't bear the anger, and his voice was a little angry.

"Isn't that clear enough?" Mansari looked at West indifferently. "When I took up the post of Counter-Terrorism Security Minister, my first thing was to dissolve the so-called Paranormal Society."

West took a deep breath: "Leon once wanted to do that, but he compromised with us later, do you want to know why? Colonel Mansari."

"I'm not the kind of coward," Mansari said, "I've been on the battlefield, the real battlefield."

West got up and patted Mansari's desk with both palms: "I have also been there, and we have experienced war in the Occult Society. It is far more tragic than you realize. You can deny us, But you have no right to dissolve us. Leon doesn't have this right, neither do you. Our president once let Leon lower his proud head. I will tell you now that you will regret it and you will bow to us, I promise. "

"I won't, I won't bow my head to a group of **** sticks, never, and get out of here now, I don't welcome you here."

West turned and left the office, stepped out of the door and whispered to Kaos.

"Slow." Mansari went to the door.

"Is there anything else?" West turned to look at Mansari.

"I suspect that the confidential documents from us have been stolen so much, and I demand a body search of you." Mansari said, "Come, run a body search on them."

Kaos looked at West, and West took a deep breath. "Let them check."

Two soldiers came over and began a full body examination of West and Kaos.

West had nothing on him, but Kaos found a gun and a saber.

"Reporting officer, apart from the gun and saber, they did not search confidential documents."

Mansari had long known that this would happen.

He just took the opportunity to make things difficult for both of them.

He was just upset with the two of them.

"Return the gun to him," Mansari said, looking at Kaos at the same time. "You look like a real soldier, how about coming to your Majesty?"

"Our boss doesn't like the betrayer," Kaos said calmly. "In addition, you are not qualified."

"Your boss? Is that the chairman of the so-called Occult Society?" Mansari sneered at Kaos and West.

"Can we go now?" West asked.

"Let's go, I hope you won't insult yourself next time."

"It doesn't matter to us for being rude, but you better not be rude in front of our president. His temper is not good, and he will not follow you."

"I am now looking forward to meeting your president."

"Let's go." West and Kaos left the base.

"Mr. West, that guy seems very hostile to us," Kaos said.

"Everyone who comes out of the military is the same, with an attitude of distrust and suspicion," West said calmly.

"I'm from the military, too," Kaos said silently.

"So if you were you, would you believe in supernatural things?"

"This ..." Kaos hesitated for a long time.

Indeed, Kaos was a firm materialist.

At that time, he only believed in the gun in his hands and the teammates behind him.

"Ignorant people are always so arrogant," West said.

"But that guy humiliates you like that, can you bear this breath?"

"What then? Kill them all?"

West stepped suddenly: "We seem to have guests."

Kaos had a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other.

There were a few figures in the snow.

"Well, with such a heavy snowstorm, why can't these guys hide in the stove at home, why do they have to come out to make trouble, it's too much, they don't consider the old man at all." West complained.

"Mr. West, I don't have many bullets."

"There aren't many of them. As long as you don't waste bullets, you can kill them all with one shot."

"I'll try it."