One thirty-two p.m.

Nok put down his bracelet, walked out of the small coffee shop, and looked up at the shop sign.

The dilapidated signboard is crumbling.

He opened the bracelet and glanced at the location on the map.

Although this coffee shop is old and dilapidated, it can still be found on the map software.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

This coffee shop is located on an old and dilapidated street, surrounded by busy pedestrians.

The houses here have far exceeded their designed service life, but most of the residents living here are renters and do not have the money to hire construction companies to renovate their houses, so they can only live reluctantly like this.

Although the house is shabby, it is still better than living on the streets.

Exposed wires, mottled walls, dirty children mixed with mud and water walking among the crowd, wearing old clothes, pushing and jostling residents, and only one of the shops and stalls crowded together along the street.

Neon light with the bulb still on.

This is what most places in Beicheng District look like.

The people who live here have a better life than those who live in tents. During the day, they spend an hour or two taking public transportation to go to work in the most splendid office buildings on Neukle Street. When night falls, they return to these places in the North City.

In an old and dilapidated old building.

The only difference between people living in old buildings and those living in tents may be that their meager salary can afford the cheap rent in the old building, and their small savings can barely cover the house for a month.

of deposit.

Of course, they just 'rent' here, these houses do not belong to them.

Most of the old houses here are owned by some large consortiums or local 'bosses'. The owners of the old buildings will not live in these old buildings that may collapse at any time.

He Ao raised his head and glanced at Knock, who was looking around at the door, and lowered the bowler hat on his head.

The streets between the old buildings are old and dirty, crowded with all kinds of people. Such a place is most suitable for "connections" and "meetings".

Nok, who chose this place, has a certain level of professionalism.

However, his reckless behavior of looking around offset his professionalism.

He Ao's figure was like a fish swimming through the crowd, and he soon reached the cafe.

At this moment, Nok seems to have finished his observation and is preparing to return to the cafe.

He Ao reached out and hugged his shoulders, "Long time no see."

Nok was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, but he quickly reacted and smiled in agreement, "Yeah, long time no see. What have you been doing lately?"

"I'm unemployed and looking for work everywhere."

He Ao sighed, released his hold on Nok, and raised his eyes slightly forward.

“It’s been difficult everywhere lately...”

Nok understood what He Ao meant. As he spoke, he followed He Ao side by side towards the end of the street ahead.

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“You’re not ‘Zadie’?”

In the dark alley, Nok raised his head and stared at He Ao. Of course, among the documents the lawyer brought, there was a photo of Zaidi.

"This world is not peaceful. One more layer of protection will add another layer of peace."

He Ao said calmly.

This is an explanation of why ‘pseudonym’ is used.

Nok nodded slightly. It made sense not to use his real name.

This was actually in line with his innermost expectations. After reading Zaidi's information, he knew very well that Zaidi was not a 'good person' in any way.

Although people in this world are complicated, and it is normal for bad people to report bad people, he still hopes that the person who bravely stands up and unmasks Qunxing Pharmaceutical is not that bad.

So when He Ao appeared in front of him, he even felt faintly relieved.

He Ao lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Dots of firelight flickered in the damp and dark alley. "I originally thought you would bring a bunch of 'friends' around."

"But you still came."

Nok looked at He Ao with a smile.

He knew there was danger but still came. This was the trust he was willing to believe.

He Ao looked up at the young man. He did not respond to these words, but took off the cigarette butt from his mouth, "You are an FBI agent, can you do me a favor?"

——

No. 16 Rue Anuel

Nok stared blankly at the iron gate in front of him. His eyes passed through the lush small garden behind the gate, and he could vaguely see the six-story single-family villa hidden in the garden.

He once imagined what kind of life powerful people would live, and imagined that these people lived in beautiful large flats in the city center overlooking the entire city.

But he never thought that when more than a dozen residents of Beicheng District crowded into a birdcage-like two-bedroom house, in this city where land is at a premium, someone would actually build a magnificent single-family house like a palace.

The villa is surrounded by a garden that stretches as far as the eye can see.

This was beyond his imagination.

"Hello, who are you?"

At this time, an old man standing on a self-balancing car, wearing neat formal clothes and looking like a housekeeper, slowly approached them and stood behind the iron gate to look at them.

"Hello, FBI," Nock took a deep breath, suppressed his surprise, and took out his ID, "I would like to ask Mr. Genos some questions about a case we are investigating recently.

.”

"Hold on."

The old housekeeper took out a walkie-talkie, turned around, and seemed to be communicating with the inside of the villa.

After a while, he turned around and said slowly, "Okay, the master will let you in."

He stepped back a little, and the iron fence door carved with fine reliefs slowly opened.

There were lawns on both sides, a flat walkway extending all the way to the depths of the garden, and the villa in the deepest part of the entire garden was completely presented before their eyes.

He Ao, who was standing behind Nok, raised his head and looked at the single-family villa backed by the steel jungle.

The blazing sun was obscured by towering buildings, and the clouds spread from behind the luxurious villa, bit by bit eroding the land where the light shone.

"The sky is cloudy and it's going to rain."

Nok looked up at the sky, then looked back at He Ao, "We don't seem to have an umbrella."

"There will always be a time when the rain comes and the sky clears up."

He Ao smiled and adjusted the top hat on his head.

The housekeeper smiled and waved, and two self-balancing vehicles came over and stopped in front of He and Ao.

He Ao and Nok stepped on the balance car and followed the old housekeeper all the way in.

Throughout the process, Nok tried his best to stay calm, but he still couldn't help but glance at the exotic flowers and plants around him.

He Ao also followed his gaze and looked around.

Many flowers and plants in this garden are obviously brought from the wilderness, and some are even low-level extraordinary plants themselves.

Just the exotic flowers and plants that He Ao and the others saw could replace more than one old building in Beicheng District.

On the lawn, there were professional gardener robots taking care of these flowers. He Ao also saw people wearing glasses and work clothes who seemed to be scholars studying these flowers and plants.

Nock looked at these beautiful flowers and plants. He did not recognize these expensive plants, but from the beauty and rarity of these flowers and plants, he could roughly guess that these flowers and plants were not cheap.

The speed of the self-balancing car was very fast. The three of them quickly crossed the man-made rolling hillsides and followed the beautiful winding paths to the door of the villa.

When they arrived at the door of the villa, the old housekeeper bowed to say goodbye to He and Ao. A tall, handsome young messenger came out from behind the villa and guided the two of them inside.

"You are so lucky. The master is away from home most of the time. He is either in Irons or giving lectures everywhere. Today is his day off."

The young waiter spoke with unparalleled pride, "You may not know that members of the Federal Parliament go to Irons for at least three days a week, usually from Tuesday to Thursday, and in addition to these three days

, Councilmen still have various things to be busy with, and our master can only rest on the third Saturday of every month."

He slowly stopped in front of an office door engraved with a gorgeous coat of arms, and said in a low voice, "Today happens to be the third Saturday of this month, but even today, the master will take some time to work."

Then he straightened up, took a deep breath, and knocked gently on the office door.

"Please come in."

A short and powerful voice came from behind the door.

The messenger slowly opened the door and motioned for He and Ao to enter.

The two of them nodded to him and thanked him, then walked into the office.

Different from the gorgeous decoration at the entrance, the decoration inside the office is relatively simple.

A hand-woven wool carpet that obviously comes from the western part of the federal government covers most of the office.
To be continued...