A small grocery store opened in an inconspicuous place in Manila.

This was one of the first shops to be opened after the Manila War.

And Jonathan knew that this was the secret contact point of the Strategic Intelligence Service in Manila designated by his superiors.

He took a deep breath and walked into the grocery store.

His brows immediately knitted together.

Damn, another person of color.

Why do I always meet people of color wherever I go?

But now, he has nothing to do.

"I want to buy a pack of cigarettes. Do you have Egyptian cigarettes?"

As soon as he came in, Jonathan gave the code.

The shop owner immediately said: "Egyptian cigarettes are gone long ago, but I have American cigarettes. Do you need them?"

"Yes, I won't buy one pack, I'll buy five packs."

The boss nodded: "Come with me to get it."

Jonathan followed him into the inner room.

"I'm Franco."

The store owner then introduced himself.

"Jonathan."

"Can I help you in any way, Mr. Jonathan?"

Jonathan was about to say something, but suddenly an additional thought occurred to him: "I need to rest here for a few days."

"OK."

Franco looked Jonathan up and down: "Did something unpleasant happen to you, Mr. Jonathan?"

Of course Jonathan knew that he looked very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Franco is obviously a considerate person: "Sir, I will prepare hot water for you to take a bath, and then change into a set of clean clothes."

Jonathan nodded: "Get me some more food."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

…

Any case that seems incomprehensible must have a reasonable explanation.

Meng Shaoyuan was convinced of this.

There are no gods or ghosts in this world.

As for the four-dimensional space, invisible people, special powers, etc., I have never seen them before.

From one's perspective, things that have not been seen before can be temporarily assumed to not exist.

Amelia's case still aroused Meng Shaoyuan's curiosity.

After all, I haven't encountered such a bizarre case in a long time.

"I want to see Amelia." Meng Shaoyuan said thoughtfully: "I am the top security official in Manila. There is such a strange case in Manila, and I need to know all the inside information."

This request of his is absolutely irresistible.

…

Jonathan soaked himself in the barrel.

The hot water made him relax.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes.

He grabbed the bath towel, put it on his body, and quietly walked to the door.

He opened the door a crack and looked outside.

Franco, call again!

asshole!

I asked him just now, and he answered me that this grocery store does not have a phone!

But he is actually on the phone now!

He is deceiving himself!

Franco's voice was very low. Jonathan tried his best to listen, but only heard some intermittent words:

"Yes... I know, I will keep an eye on his... weapons... OK... I will prepare my weapons..."

Jonathan closed the door.

He did not return to the barrel filled with hot water.

After hastily wiping himself with a bath towel, Jonathan opened the window while putting on his clothes.

Without any hesitation, he climbed out of the window and left in a hurry.

Jonathan found himself trapped in a huge conspiracy.

But why is there this conspiracy?

Who is your opponent?

Why do they treat themselves like this?

Jonathan didn't know any of it.

But we can still be convinced that this is a conspiracy arranged by a group of yellow people!

You must calm down, you must find the truth, and you must dig these scum out of the darkness!

Guerrilla?

The most likely thing now is that those guerrillas will come to deal with us.

Not only did they discover the three corpses, but they also probably learned the secret of the gold.

Are they trying to get the right clues about gold from themselves?

The question is, why are they so powerful?

Why are there people like them all over Manila?

Could it be that there is a huge problem within the Strategic Intelligence Bureau?

…

Moroso is very satisfied with his current job.

He became a real chef.

Bono, the head of the kitchen, is very satisfied with the new chef named "Valen".

Not only is he quick with his hands and feet, and he cooks delicious food, but he is also very humble and hard-working.

No matter what he does, whether he is responsible for it or not, he will rush to do it.

Any leader would like this kind of person.

Moroso is ready to put down roots here.

Wait until you are completely settled and then find a local woman as your wife. In this way, the old Moroso will completely disappear.

Several American soldiers walked into the restaurant laughing and chatting.

This is an old customer here.

As soon as he saw the menu, Moroso knew that it was Staff Sergeant Doug of the US Army who was here again.

Moroso cooked the food and took it out to the American troops himself.

"Aha, Warren." Sergeant Doug greeted him warmly.

He likes this chef.

He can speak English, and his conversation is humorous. His cooking has been improved and is particularly suitable for American tastes.

"Look, Sergeant, I got some birds." Moroso said flatteringly: "Do you want to try them tomorrow?"

"Bird?" Sergeant Doug obviously found it difficult to accept it for a moment: "Can I eat it?"

"Of course, it's just like chicken, but more delicious than chicken." Moroso said with a smile: "But don't get addicted to it. Those birds will not obey my orders and run to the dinner plate.

."

These few words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Moroso was also smiling. He knew that he had successfully integrated into this place.
To be continued...