sunshine, coast, guivana.

The European Space Launch Center is actually not in Europe but in South America, the French colony of Guiana. This is a very interesting thing.

Kuru, located on the Kuru River in South America, was a French penal colony from 1854 to 1944. It has only prospered with the frequent launch of launch vehicles in recent years.

The business atmosphere is strong, and the work of everyone in the local area revolves around the two cores of "tourism" and "aerospace." All locations that can be opened in the face of money are open, including launch sites. For every regular launch, promotion companies are all over the world

Tour tickets are sold. The local aerospace museum also stores all the landing modules of previous manned launches.

French Guiana has blue sea and blue sky all year round. Passengers landed at Cayenne Airport and then took a bus to Kourou, the real location of the space launch center.

Along the way along the coastline, the scenery is beautiful and pleasant. The small town of Kulu is green and lush, with tropical plants everywhere, making it appear full of vitality.

According to public information, French Guiana has a superior geographical location, small launch rocket inclination, short range and many other advantages. Therefore, space launch sites should be built far away in places like South America and North Africa, not central and western Europe. This is

The second interesting thing.

It is similar to the European Union headquarters. Since it has a world-class space launch site, it must be a gathering of talents and outstanding people. I mean, it is also a place where spies from various countries gather.

Everyone wants to know what kind of deals are being done behind the scenes of the visiting dignitaries, even if he has actually done nothing, and is extremely annoyed at being invited to visit the launch. It is said that there is an "intelligence supermarket" in the local area, which facilitates the transactions of spies from various countries.

Therefore, when the head of the Department for the Protection of the Constitution said, "Send someone to Guvana immediately!"

It means "make a phone call and ask the people in Guiana to cooperate."

So early the next morning, as soon as the international shipping (DHL) company opened the door, two white men walked in one after the other.

Wearing floral shirts, beach shoes, and carrying camera bags, they looked like tourists, but their tanned skin gave them away.

"I want to pick up an express package. The tracking number is XXXXXX, and the consignee is myself, 'Buhanlaya Alan Unyielding'... Oh, I know the name sounds weird, but this is me, a different kind of fireworks! Look,

This is my ID, it’s clearly written on it.”

One of the older white men came to the counter and showed his ID. He spoke clearly, his photo was exactly the same as his own, and his name was also "Hanraya Alan Unyielding"!

Another white man stood guard in front of the door, pressing his camera bag and looking around.

The salesperson first checked on the computer and then compared it with the certificate. "Pfft" he laughed out loud. "Are you 'Buhanlaya Alan Unyielding'? Hahaha, this is so funny."

The spy didn't know why the salesperson was laughing, so he could only hold up his ID and say with a straight face, "Yes, I am Buhan Raya Alan Unyielding. Look, there is my photo on it. I hope you don't misunderstand anything!"

"Hahaha, you made me laugh so hard. Are you spies? Oh, I can't do it anymore." The salesperson burst out laughing.

"Okay, gentlemen, let me tell you the correct answer. That is, because the initial filled-in information was incomplete, this was the name that the picker typed in casually! Later, after the owner of the cargo sent the official name via email,

Let's correct it together... You are still using that fake name? You are actually giving false evidence?"

"Ahahaha, I'm going to die laughing, what country's spy? This is so stupid!"

The spy was stunned at first, and then his face turned blue and white with anger. He looked around, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, exposed the holster under his ribs and threatened, "Shut up and give me the express! Otherwise, I will let you try."

Taste my power... No one can laugh at us Italians!"

"Come on, my mouth smells like sausage... Tell me, Mr. Spy, for the sake of the EU, how can I help you?"

"We need that shipment."

"It's impossible... Oh, don't pull out your gun!" The clerk calmly turned the screen over, "Can you understand French? Have you seen the status of this express?"

"Returned... by the same route? How is that possible? When I checked yesterday, it showed that it was still on the ship. Who returned it? By whom? Are the items still in the warehouse? If you haven't boarded the ship yet, can you help me get the items directly?

Come out? Trust us... we will give you a good price."

"Come on." The clerk rolled his eyes at him and lowered his voice. "Listen, friend. 'Goods returned' is a term in our industry. It means that the package is lost in transit and cannot be found. Do you understand? In order to make up for it.

If there is an error, we will first return the goods to buy time."

"Next, we will work hard to find it and ask the shipping company whether it can be reissued... normal operations."

"Fik dih!"

"Ha, German." The clerk said with an "I caught you" expression. He is a serious French civil servant and is not afraid of spies at all, especially those from the European Union.

The two German spies shrugged and left.

Neither party mentioned "go to the warehouse behind to check" or anything else, not to mention the piles of packages in the warehouse.

German spies are also civil servants. They do what they do on the surface, but in fact they don’t really care. This is not a valuable place at all. The so-called "intelligence market" may be more accurately called the "rumor market". You give me a rumor, and I will give you a paragraph.

Everyone can make a difference.

Not to mention the French clerks. There is nothing wrong with providing some convenience at the front desk and teasing spies. But letting people into the warehouse is just making fun of their own careers.

…

"The parcel was returned? (The loss is an unconfirmed guess, and it certainly cannot be reported like that)" The head of the Constitutional Protection Department 5 leaned on the back of his chair and pinched his eyebrows, thinking about what kind of operation this was?

The biggest reason why he still clings to this line despite his busy schedule is because of the personal intuition of a veteran spy because this "forest guard" always jumps sideways repeatedly to attract his attention.

What is the difference between returning to Germany and handing it over to me?

As he was thinking about it, his mind suddenly jumped away from the current logic, and then he suddenly realized one thing: Am I too involved in this line of energy?!

Once my mind is opened, new possibilities will emerge continuously. Is it possible that this line was thrown by the enemy to interfere with my line of sight?

The more I think about it, the more it looks like.

*****

sunshine, coast, guivana.

When Wang Hu found the mobile phone thrown in the grape field and opened the surveillance screen remotely, he saw this scene:

A tall man, wrapped in clothes, was walking in the aisle of the large warehouse of the express sorting center. His gloved fingers brushed against the surface of the express box, he walked forward slowly, and soon stopped at

In front of the box of the Siemens industrial monitor.

"Hey, what are you doing? Who let you in?" A staff member came over and shouted to him.

The man raised his left hand hidden in his sleeve, revealing a pistol with a silencer. "Bang", he fired without hesitation. The gunfire suddenly lit up, and the staff member fell to the ground, and blood flowed into the bottom of the package.

The man took out a knife, roughly cut open the package, broke the foam, and tore off the wrapping paper... However, inside was a brand new Siemens monitor and nothing else!

The angry man cursed and threw the monitor to the ground!

…

"German?"

As the man left through the front door, the waiter behind the counter asked another nasty question.

"What German?", the man turned around and asked angrily.

"It's okay, there are no Germans." The French clerk quickly covered his mouth. The cold light in the man's eyes was frightening. "It's all done by Italians, I understand."

The man gave him a cold look and walked out of the freight company.

At this moment, Wang Hu, who was far away in France, was holding his mobile phone. The last glance of the man was frozen on the screen, revealing most of his face.
Chapter completed!