Jonathan never doubted his own judgment.

However, after determining the general path to pursue the truth, what is needed is to find the most correct one among countless intricate paths.

Moreover, in addition to their rich experience, keen sense of smell, and flexible brain, agents are, more importantly, extremely patient.

And that's exactly what he did.

If one restaurant doesn't work, then find another one.

Until you find the one you need to find!

In two days, he ate at almost all the restaurants in Manila Port.

But he hasn't gotten what he wants yet.

It's time for lunch again.

However, the restaurant has already been eaten out.

Was my judgment really wrong?

Just when Jonathan was a little confused, he saw several American troops jumping out of a jeep.

The American soldiers were laughing and talking as they walked forward.

Dining room!

That's a restaurant!

A restaurant dedicated to dining with American troops!

This restaurant only allows a few locals who are not US troops to enter.

Jonathan followed several American troops slowly.

He listened carefully to the chatter of the American troops in front.

Seeing that he was about to approach the restaurant, Jonathan quickened his pace: "Hey, Sergeant Doug."

The American troops in front stopped. Sergeant Doug turned around and saw a stranger. He was a little confused: "Who are you?"

"Morrel Teach." Jonathan said with a smile, "That was D-Day."

"Aha, yes, Teach." Sergeant Doug also smiled: "Why are you here? Where is your troops?"

So many American troops landed on Luzon Island, who still remembers where and when they met?

But since the other party called out his name, he must have known each other for a long time.

"I'm injured, damn Japanese monkey." Jonathan pointed to his hip with some embarrassment: "The damn bullet hit me here."

This immediately caused a burst of laughter from several American troops.

They smiled and walked into the restaurant.

To the U.S. troops standing guard at the entrance of the restaurant, Staff Sergeant Doug and others are familiar faces.

Although Jonathan was unfamiliar, he was with Sergeant Doug and the others, and he was a white man.

Besides, the restaurant is not an extraordinary establishment, and will be carefully inspected when entering and leaving.

Sergeant Doug is obviously very popular here. As soon as he entered the restaurant, many US troops greeted him.

They sat down in their old places.

Sergeant Doug's family is very rich, and he joins the army purely for excitement.

A rich sergeant, so he often entertains guests.

Today, I met an "old acquaintance" from D-Day, and the generous Staff Sergeant Doug naturally felt that he should have a good meal.

Bono, the person in charge of the restaurant, welcomed Sergeant Doug with all his heart.

"Hey, Tikki, do you want anything to eat?"

When Sergeant Doug asked, Jonathan was as polite as an old friend: "Abodo."

Bono immediately smiled: "Sir, the Apodo we have here is the best in Manila."

Yes, I hope so.

Jonathan thought in his mind.

Not long after, the dishes were served one after another.

Most of them are local Filipino delicacies.

Jonathan chatted happily with them and tasted the food.

Well, it is indeed different from what I ate in those small restaurants before.

The food here is more exquisite and delicious.

"Hey, Staff Sergeant Doug!"

At this time, a chef personally brought Abodo to serve the food.

"Valen, Valen." Sergeant Doug's smile was so bright: "I really don't want to leave Manila. Otherwise, I will miss these dishes of yours in the United States."

The chef named Warren also smiled and said: "Sergeant, you can buy a house here and find a local girl. When you miss me, ah, no, you miss me, I will give you food myself."

You prepare it and send it away. You and your girl can eat my food and look at the sea at the beach, and then you don’t need to wear a single piece of clothing."

These few words immediately made several American soldiers laugh even more wildly.

"Valen, the best chef in Manila Port." Sergeant Doug introduced enthusiastically: "Tich, the comrade who joined me in landing on Luzon Island to beat up the Japanese monkeys."

Jonathan and Warren nodded politely as hello.

Immediately, Jonathan took a bite of Abodo.

His eyes suddenly straightened.

Delicious, really delicious!

He has tasted too many abodos in the past two days, but he has never tasted such delicious ones.

Top cooking skills!

But finding the best abodo in Manila is just the first step.

There is more than one restaurant in Manila that can also make delicious abodo.

No one would be crazy to think that a cook who knows how to cook Abodo is a spy on the run.

"the best."

Jonathan gave a thumbs up: “This is the best abodo I’ve had in Manila!”

"Thank you." Warren replied with a smile.

"Of course, Warren is the best chef I know!" Staff Sergeant Doug also did not hesitate to praise him.

In fact, at this moment, Jonathan was looking at Warren calmly.

He had seen pictures of "Moroso" in the archives.

The Valen chef in front of him has almost no resemblance to the Moroso in the photo.

In the photo, Moroso has a beard, long hair and glasses.

The Warren in front of him was fair-looking and polite.

Well, at least I have eaten delicious ado.

Regardless of whether his judgment was correct or not, at least his mouth was very satisfied.

"Okay, sergeant, you guys eat first, I have to go do some work." Warren said hello with a smile and left.

"It's really worthwhile for a restaurant to have such a chef." Jonathan asked smoothly: "Has he been here since the beginning of the restaurant?"

"Ah, no, no." Sergeant Doug immediately replied: "The chefs before were not that good at their craftsmanship. Since this guy came, the restaurant's business has obviously improved."

"Yeah?"

Jonathan muttered.

Well, this Warren hasn't been around for long.

…

It seems that there is a problem.

"Valen" returned to the kitchen. On the surface, he still looked as if nothing had happened, but his brain had begun to work rapidly.

The one named "Tiqi" just now has been quietly observing himself.

Yes, although he did it very covertly, he couldn't hide it from himself.

"Valen" Moroso is sure.

He is also an agent and is a senior latent spy with an instinctive sense of danger.

Sergeant Doug had never dined with this guy named Teach before.
To be continued...