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In a certain old-fashioned office, an old man is furious.

He waved his hands and stared at the slightest eyes: "Are you saying... Xingling Group intervened in the nuclear power plant project in South Korea as a means of production provider? Am I crazy or are you kidding me?"

"Mr. Dunst, it's true that this is my job. I am 100% responsible for my work with personality guarantee. If you must think that I will lie again, the political and legal department will definitely take me away before you get angry..." The short blonde young man shook his head.

He took out one avatar after another from his briefcase.

The young people try to change the topic: "Dr. Alden, Dr. Austington, Professor McFellie... and this, philanthropist Conner, may join the camp of the Protestant Group. In other words, they are at risk of being instigated."

"Don't say it anymore!" Dunst waved his hand, and his beard like a razor stood up at the corner of his mouth. His expressionless face made people feel that he was angry.

"I will tell you one thing, listen clearly, and forget it: Conar is my subordinate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunst turned around and walked out of the office.

Young people follow each other

The door was slammed, and the sign "Feed Asia Pacific Intelligence Codonst" almost hit the young man's forehead.

"Is it worth the fire?" he muttered with a little confusion.

Of course Dunst has to get angry.

He lost an excellent long-term intelligence officer for no reason, and the entire intelligence team disappeared, and there is still no news until now. As the person in charge, if he does not act angry and blame himself, there will definitely be more bad voices to blame him.

Dunst made a foolish gesture as expected by many people.

Hotel main hall.

"Mr. Dunst. This is today's itinerary. I wish you a pleasant time on the West Coast." The waiter leaned over slightly and presented a folded coated paper to Dunst.

Dunst pondered: "It's done well."

“The trip bill has been sent to your email.”

"I like your way of doing things very much." Dunsti looked at his head, took out a $50 bill, stuffed it to the waiter's neckline, patting his shoulder with his big hand, and slapped the poor and thin guy in half.

Some people say that Dunst is like a man from Russia and has a bear-like physique, which is not wrong.

Using the excuse of travel, he avoided most of the irrelevant eyes and came to a wilderness ridge located northwest of Oakland, California. Although California is a relatively high-popular area in the United States, it is uninhabited here.

Dunst drove a rented car on a three-meter-wide asphalt road.

For three hours, the number of vehicles in his sight will never exceed the number of one hand, which is enough to show the remoteness of the place. He pinched the walkie-talkie and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Konal should be dead, and our 'eyes' cannot find signs of him still alive. The Korean branch has almost encountered the worst situation in 70 years. The enemy is the Chinese, and there is no evidence for it, but I believe that it is only them, and they must be them."

Dunst's face became more and more gloomy, and his hands sizzled the walkie-talkie.

He took a deep breath and said, "No foreigner has ever been able to get a bargain in front of the United States. There is no today, and there will be no tomorrow. We are bound to get the secret of the nuclear fusion project of the Standing Spirit Group. Before they surrender to the pressure of China and hand over the technical information, they can get everything valuable."

"No," a woman's hoarse voice came from the intercom. "Dunst, I understand your determination. But at this moment, don't attract the attention of Chinese people. We encountered a very special situation. If we don't understand the reason, no one dares to act rashly, even me."

Dunst suddenly stopped the car.

"Condition?"

"I can understand your doubts. That's why I told you that when you come to the base in District M, you will see it yourself. After that, you will understand why we are so cautious."

"I'm just the coordinates you mentioned, but there are trees and some damn old houses." Dunst stared at an abandoned vacation home, probably the size of a fist in his sight.

"You are a person who comes to travel and vacation. How can you do without a vacation house?" the woman smiled.

Dunst frowned, and he understood the meaning of the sentence.

He found an open space to park the car. He almost ignored the three places, and there would be no traffic policeman who was tortured by the mission. He walked to the holiday house with a slight move in his nose and smelled a very obvious smell of history.

This is the bitter taste of dust.

When he opened the door, the decorations in the room were quite neat, as if someone had lived in it. Dunst noticed some tiny special signs on the wall, followed the sign to the loft of the holiday house, and finally stood next to a wall.

His watch vibrated slightly, and then the wall slowly opened to both sides, revealing an old-fashioned elevator.

With Dunst's eyesight, he knew that the moment he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, he would pass through multiple identity verifications such as iris, fingerprints, and gaits. Once something went wrong, the best situation waiting for him was an electric stun gun that could cause a coma.

Press the button.

Bang...

Bang...

The old-fashioned elevator shaking and falling quickly.

Dunst stared at his right-hand watch and used high-precision positioning to confirm his spatial translation distance. "It's not vertical, it's probably deviating...3 kilometers?"

The elevator speed exceeded his expectations.

Two minutes later, the elevator stopped, and the iron door slowly opened, revealing several tall and fully armed men. Several a few of them were carefully aimed at Dunst and slowly moved with his steps.

"Please receive security checks." said the man in charge.

Dunst raised his hands high and cooperated with their work very well. After the security check, he changed into a white uniform prepared here in the disinfection room, and he met the woman on the walkie-talkie.

Inez Evelyn, director of the underground base in District M.

She is a middle-aged woman with deep eyes and a hooked nose. She is short, but she looks very difficult to mess with.

Evelyn's laughter was like sawdust cutting a tree.

"Dunst, I am very honored to be able to see your heroic figure in this dark underground prison!"

Dunst looked down at her and said coldly: "Where is the information I want? I need to know everything about the Astrology Group."

"Haha, the anxiety is like a bend spoon. What I want to tell you has nothing to do with the Star Spirit Group..." Evelyn paused and grinned with a strange smile. "It's Shennongjia."

"They found a big baby, a real baby."
Chapter completed!