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Wesley Street is a street from top to bottom.

One end of the street is connected to the central northern district of the old district surrounded by three mountains and full of wealthy people, and the other end is connected to the vibrant, low-altitude industrial southern district of the new district.

The stone-paved Wesley Street connects between the two, from high to low, as if descending from heaven to earth.

The street is bustling.

Down the steps, on both sides of the street are three- or four-story beautiful small buildings. There is a huge gap between the rooms and the flower beds along the buildings are arranged to beautify the cobweb-like alleys.

The structures of the houses are mostly similar.

Open a store on the first floor, and live up to the top. Although it is impossible to live a lot of people, considering the needs of overnight stay, the necessary guest rooms still cannot be sloppy.

The types of shops are also very boring, many restaurants, many cafes, occasionally hotels and seasonal fruits and vegetables sandwiched in between, and occasionally there are florists and book houses full of souls.

They only serve the wealthy in the North District.

For those who have never known money since they were born, art, music, beauty, and space are all daily pursuits that must be considered, and only practicality can be second. After all, the distinction between expensive and cheap is external, and their pursuit should be external.

The demand of customers has created a monster-like street. The closer you get to the North District, the wider it is. The entrance of each store is filled with flower beds and parasols.

The good four-carriage avenue was crowded into a two-carriage trail. The carriage was unwilling to pass Wesley Street and walked on the narrow road. The coachman would always be unable to restrain the horror illusion of being claimed.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Seager knocked on the door of the tavern at the entrance of Wesley Street.

She was quickly greeted into the house and stood in front of a bald man with a small bag.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" The bald man's expression was respectful and surprised. "I remember the major said that you have an appointment today. It seems... two o'clock?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you here..."

"Because this is where I should come." Sieg went into the house on his own, put down his bag, and sat on the round stool at the bar. "Dating is a battle between men and women, Borg. Especially those who date do not know how to be punctual. At that time, no matter how late he was, I had to be fifteen minutes later."

"Mr. Drake was late?" Borg suddenly realized, "Lieutenant Colonel, did you come to me to be hypocritical because you ran into the air?"

Sig was silent.

She looked at Borg's simple face in doubt, and tried her best to explain easily.

But is there such an explanation in the world? Sig was suspicious.

She sighed helplessly: "Borg, how many years have we worked for the Royal Secret Service?"

"Since the last intelligence station was cracked, it has been officially transferred for seven years!"

"Seven years...you are also a lieutenant now."

"Thanks to your trust, I was promoted to lieutenant when I took over the tavern last year, and my younger brother also went to church school. My parents were very happy in the letter!"

"It has nothing to do with my trust." Sieg smiled and shook his hands. "Ryan said that you have been a bartender in your hometown, which is very suitable for this position. But until he brought you to me, I always thought your name was Hawker."

"Eh?"

"I'm the sir. Remember your faces are already very hard. Especially you dress yourself up from time to time. The lead powder is more expensive than intelligence."

Borg lowered his head shyly.

He has only been to the routine of Evelyn's natural breath once. In order to achieve the remorse of Major Ryan's "complete disguise of himself", he used public money to dress himself up as a French gentleman.

That was the most luxurious dress in his life, so he remembered clearly that fans were not the most expensive expense at all, and that golden wig, he still sincerely enshrines.

Lieutenant Colonel... It's actually very hard, right?

Borg was moved and ashamed: "Lieutenant Colonel, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Borg." Siger jumped off the chair and patted Borg on his shoulder. Don’t force yourself to guess what you don’t understand, it’s very tiring..."

...

Recently, there is a new vocabulary called [Democratic Republic], which seems to respect human freedom, but it actually puts the shackles on freedom, that is, democracy with profit is the success.

Human nature is the pursuit of profit, the pursuit of wealth, the pursuit of rights, the pursuit of security, profitability is the major prerequisite of everything, aside from interest, everything is nonsense.

It is for this reason that republic is great. It puts on the cloak of holiness for selfishness. Anyone can arrogantly put their desires to their lips, and while pursuing profit, they naturally advocate the greatness of sacrifice.

"The only question is, who will sacrifice?"

In the room on the third floor of the Lucas Winery, Harry stared out of the street and said calmly to Ryan.

The room they are in has a perfect view, because under their feet is the boundary between Wesley's Upper Street and Lower Street.

The boundary is the last cross lane of the whole street from top to bottom. The house and house are separated by a distance of more than four meters here, stretching straight out. The side of the street is decorated with clean white fences, and the side of the street is full of Some dirty rubbish.

Ryan shook the bottle and burped comfortably: "Is it an illusion? In the past two years, you have become more and more interested in guessing the mind of the lieutenant colonel."

"Because nonsense also needs to be reasonable." Harry said coldly, "Using a quarter of the manpower, it is expressly forbidden to communicate in any form outside. Although it can be explained as a major intelligence transmission exercise, I still need to convince myself. "

Ryan chuckled.

"Right, right? Obviously always been a partner, the lieutenant colonel actually thought that Drake would find a way to dig us out of the ground."

"At this point, I support the judgment of the lieutenant colonel."

Ryan's hand froze in midair immediately: "Why? There is a hidden secret in this action?"

"The lieutenant colonel intends to conceal the whereabouts of the three pirates, isn't it?" Harry looked back at Ryan, "Don't think too much of some people. At Le Francois's wharf, little Drake is the first to tear it down. The coastal defense fort, and then sent a ship to pick us up."

Le Francois’ **** night is the second nervous memory of Ryan’s life. The most nervous is the confrontation between Pierce and the water tank of the Haite Shipyard, but this is not important, because he firmly believes that he is dead no matter which time it is. NS.

"You want to say that if there is a risk, little Drake will sell us without hesitation?"

"This is a certainty. Just as the lieutenant colonel is unwilling to contaminate the conflict between Drake and the pirates, Drake is unwilling to take risks for England. But the root of today's confrontation is not here."

"Not here?"

"They are vying for dominance." Harry said, "Now the dominance is in our hands, we are in the dark, and Drake is in the light. We will tell him there is no risk in the auction, whether this information is true or false, He would never believe it completely."

"He needs someone to help him in the same boat, and we need to take the risk of sinking the ship together. This requires mastering most of us. In this way, we have to do our best to collect intelligence, unearth all possible crises, and assist him in preparing for it. Because we believe that once he is caught, we will be exposed to the sun."

"A lieutenant colonel is bad enough. We have to deal with another **** during this time?" Ryan waved the bottle depressedly, and accidentally moved the curtain in front of him.

The hearts of the two were lifted up at once, the communication stopped in an instant, and the time for waiting for the curtain to fall would be so long.

"That red-haired woman is too spicy!"

"Wearing men's clothing, is that the master's secretary?"

"The evil rich pig, it must be very comfortable lying on her!"

"A latte, two puffs! Hahahahahahahaha!"

A group of dirty children ran past the window noisily, attracting Harry's gaze, and saw Katerina walking through the streets holding Lorraine from the lower street into the upper street.

The flicking of the curtains has roughly subsided...

Harry took a breath and followed Lorraine's footsteps to examine everyone on the street.

"There is no suspicious person... If he wants to dig us out, he obviously should have laid a lot of people on the street..."

"Perhaps they are all concentrated in the flower shop?"

Ryan wandered over to Harry, opened the pergola, and looked into the distance.

"Speaking of which, this observation position is really perfect. It can not only control most of the street, but can also use the poor ghosts of the southern district as a cover~lightnovelpub.net~ Can Little Drake think of it? Our people didn't hide at all. , Just swaggering in the crowd."

"Don't underestimate your opponent..."

Harry was talking when someone knocked on the closed door: "Major, the report is here."

Ryan opened the door in a few strides and reached out to accept a scribbled wine list.

[Two attendees. Lorraine Drake, male, tuxedo, top hat, long umbrella, no weapon; Catalina Dibo, female, red hair, men's clothing, short hat, long sword. There is nothing unusual within 30 meters, and no guards are suspected. 】

He shook his hand and handed the wine list to Harry: "Very good information, the description is clear and concise, although we have all seen it."

"We can't see it every time." Harry quickly copied the information into a pure white letter paper, folded it and put it away, got up to take off the trench coat and top hat, "I'll run, you continue to stare at the street."

Ryan raised the bottle: "Do you know where to find the lieutenant colonel?"

"Before two o'clock in front of the fountain in the municipal garden, after two o'clock in Borg's tavern." Harry lowered his head and buttoned his hat. "It's 2:16, probably... Borg is wondering why the lieutenant colonel would go to him. That."

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