Bond left the airport and took a small car. Under the guidance of the branch agents who were receiving it, he arrived at a market in the city center after more than ten minutes' drive.

The T branch is a secret intelligence agency established by MI6 in the UK. Its headquarters is in a carpet shop. The person in charge, Clinbet, is a white man in his fifties. He has been living here for nearly twenty years and has his own huge power.

Bond entered the carpet shop, walked through the secret door blocked by carpet displays, and met Clinbet, who had just finished rolling the sheets with the woman.

Waving his hand to signal the woman who had just put on her clothes to leave. While tidying up her clothes, Clinbei greeted enthusiastically: "Friend, thank you all the hardships all the way, come in and sit down."

After Mr. Bond stopped by the door, he watched the woman with a blushing face go out first and walked into the lobby in the room.

Clinbe, dressed, walked up to hold Bond's hand and said, "I'm glad to meet you, welcome to Istanbul."

"There are many people staring at them in the secret. Thank you for your car, and the young people driving are very smart." Bond smiled.

"This is the Balkan island, and getting along with the Russians has to be special."

Clinbee signaled to put on the desk of high-end crafts, walked over to pick up a box of cigarettes, handed one to Bond, and said with a smile: "He is my son, it's time to be smart."

After saying that, he picked up the bell and shook it, and asked, "Do you want coffee?"

"It's not too sweet, it's not too bitter." Bond said as he smoked a cigarette and spitted out smoke.

"Two cups, not too sweet or too bitter, thank you."

Clinbei finished speaking to the middle-aged butler who was pushing the door through the other door, sat across the desk and said proudly: "This is also my son."

Looking at the middle-aged butler who left, and then looking at the middle-aged Clinbei, Bond smiled strangely.

Feeling Bond’s strangeness, Clinbei explained casually: “All the employees I’m looking for here are my sons, and family relationships are the best guarantee in this industry.”

Hearing Clinbe's strange relationship with superiors and subordinates, Bond said: "It seems that you have a huge power here."

"The number of employees is the highest in Türkiye, and for a former acrobat in a circus, it's pretty sloppy." Klinbey smiled proudly.

The implication is that I manage hundreds of small animals in the circus well, and a group of employees who can understand human words are just a little bit.

"So, let's talk about you." Clinbe said as he approached the topic.

"You should have smelled the smell in this mission, and you will be responsible for how to arrange other things. I will take care of the decoder. Now tell me where can I contact this girl?" Bond said.

"She said she would arrange it herself and could meet you at any time. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, who knows, but I'm here, so just don't worry and wait patiently."

Clinbei also knew that this incident was probably a trap, but he was still confident in his power here.

At this time, the butler brought the coffee in!

Clinbee handed over one of the cups and smiled, "If you want to hear from me, then I think you just need to bring that beautiful girl here for a few days, and then you can take the harvest home."

In Klinbey's view, this is his territory, and the Russians have no choice but to speak. As long as they get the decoder, they will leave Türkiye in a minute.

After the main talk, the two drank coffee and talked about the environment in Istanbul and the complex personnel situation here.

After drinking the coffee, the time is almost over!

Clinbee once again arranged his "son" to be the driver and sent Bond to the Istanbul Hotel in the city.

"Hello, my name is James Bond, I had booked a room yesterday." Bond said at the front desk.

"Oh, the room is ready, Room 21." The lobby manager took out the occupancy level book and signaled Bond to sign.

After Bond signed the letter, the lobby manager ticked a color to the female receptionist next to him, pressed the bell on the stage, handed over a key, and said, "Mr. Bond, this is your Room 21, I hope you can be satisfied."

"Thanks!"

Bond, carrying a specially made suitcase, walked into the elevator with the waiter wearing a brown vest.

Passing the elevator, I came to the second floor and entered room 32. Bond placed the suitcase, coat and hat on the bed.

The decoration in this suite is very particular, with all European decorations, and exquisite works of art are available on the walls and on the corners.

But the room is not big, with only one bedroom connected to the living room, the main room is blocked by a screen in the middle, and a balcony and bathroom.

"Sir, do you have any other instructions?" The waiter put his suitcase in the room and stood by the door without any help.

The meaning is obvious!

"This is the only one, thank you!" Bond took out a big bill and stuffed it into the waiter's top pocket.

"Thank you, sir."

After the waiter thanked him and closed the door and left, Bond immediately began to conduct a detailed inspection of the entire room.

First, he opened the bathroom door, checked the towels and faucets, and then returned to the main room without finding any abnormalities.

There were many small framed oil paintings hanging on the walls of the room. I opened them one by one along the door and looked at the back, but I didn’t get anything.

When we arrived at the right side of the bed, a wiretap appeared behind an oil painting.

Bond's face changed slightly. He knew that someone had touched the room, but he did not touch the eavesdropping device, but came to the bed cabinet on the left.

After looking at the landline phone, he took out a detector from his suitcase and placed it under the phone to detect it. He found that there was also a monitor installed inside.

Bondyi smiled thoughtfully, dialed the number at the front desk, threw the phone on the bed, picked up the microphone and said, "I am Bond, this house is not suitable for me, the bed is too small."

"Sorry, please wait, I'll ask the manager for you."

The female receptionist at the front desk held the microphone and whispered to the small door behind the front desk: "He has discovered the problem, what should I do?"

"Tell him that the room is full, and there is only a wedding suite." The manager held the eavesdropping receiver in his right hand and whispered.

This manager is indeed the person in charge of the reception at this mealtime lobby, and he is also a member of the Devil Party.

The plan he is currently carrying out is planned by No. 5 and No. 3, and the final formal order was issued by Xing Feng after killing No. 3.

The entire plan is divided into three parts!
Chapter completed!