Meng Shaoyuan found that he seemed to like Dulapura Port.

It is quiet and peaceful here, and even the trauma caused by the war is not as intense and shocking as in Manila.

Moreover, he is accompanied by a charming and charming landlady like Vegitoa.

If it hadn't been for the incident on the "Carriage", maybe this would really be a nice place.

Li Zhifeng also thinks this place is good.

Except for revealing a hint of weirdness.

Also, the boss seems to be obsessed with enjoying himself and has forgotten the real purpose of the trip.

Whenever he was free, he would stay in the cafe and drink coffee. When there were no customers, he would choose to flirt with the landlady.

Li Zhifeng doesn't care either.

I have been following my boss for so long, and I know him very well.

It may seem like he has nothing to do, but everything may be under his control.

The afternoon sun is warm and makes people feel sleepy.

The door of the cafe was pushed open.

A man in a well-dressed suit walked in, ordered a cup of coffee, and then sat calmly in the corner by the window, sipping coffee and admiring the scenery outside.

"Not a local."

Meng Shaoyuan brought him a plate of small pastries.

"Ah, yes, Colonel."

This man glanced at Meng Shaoyuan.

Since arriving at Dulapura Port, Meng Shaoyuan has been wearing the uniform of a U.S. Army colonel.

"I'm from California." The man smiled and took out a business card.

Kyle Blanco.

The business card is very simple, just a name and phone number.

And the phone number is from California.

Kyle looked at Meng Shaoyuan again: "I didn't expect a hero to be here. Does this coffee shop belong to you?"

"Ah, no, it belongs to a friend of mine." Meng Shaoyuan collected the business card: "Charles Meng, commander of the US Army's Raider Battalion in Manila."

"Charles?" Kyle thought for a moment: "Ah, I have heard that you are not only the commander of the Raider Battalion, but also the commander of Manila's highest security and defense. It is really my pleasure to see you in this small place.

pleasure."

This person accurately told Meng Shaoyuan's identity.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't find it strange at all.

After all, he is the real master of Manila, and in this city with great political and economic influence, any foreigner who wants to come here will always find ways to find out what's going on here.

"Is Mr. Blanco here to do business?" Meng Shaoyuan sat down opposite him.

There are customers in the cafe every day.

Meng Shaoyuan is not a person who likes to strike up conversations with guests.

But as soon as Kyle Blanc walked into the cafe, Meng Shaoyuan became curious.

This person is dressed too neatly and elegantly.

In Dulapura Port, there are roughly two types of people:

US troops and locals.

This is just a simple military port and does not have the potential for economic development like Manila.

How could a well-dressed man suddenly appear here?

"Ah, no." Kyle said: "I'm just a person who likes to travel. Many years ago, I came to the Philippines and fell deeply in love with this country. Unfortunately, the war destroyed the beauty.

When I learned that Manila had been recaptured, I couldn't wait to pack my bags and came here again. Unfortunately, what I was brought to was no longer beautiful, but shocking. There were bombed-out houses everywhere and death everywhere.

and the wounded.

My heart was stung. I couldn't face it all. Then, I discovered Dulapura Port. Although it is small, it is full of peace. Here, I found the self I had lost. I like it here.

everything of."

"Are you a poet or writer?"

"Ah, no, although I once had such a dream when I was a boy."

Meng Shaoyuan nodded, and then asked a question seriously: "Mr. Blanco, Dulapla Port is a military port. Although entry and exit are not so strict, it is still rare to see someone like you here.

.”

"I am an American." Kyle said calmly: "Yes, I was indeed interrogated when I entered here, but my integrity and impeccable documents allowed me to get in smoothly.

"

"Of course, you are trustworthy." Meng Shaoyuan changed the subject: "Mr. Blanco, have you ever heard of the 'Breaking Through the Troubles'?"

"What number?" Kyle frowned: "I don't know much about ships."

"A civilian cargo ship." Meng Shaoyuan explained very carefully: "A theft occurred on this ship. A very precious thing was missing. I received a request for help from the captain of the 'Crossing the Waves' and came to help him find it.

Return something like this."

Kyle listened very seriously: "You are a colonel, do you care about such trivial matters?"

"Originally, it was not under my control. Maybe I am too idle." Meng Shaoyuan replied lightly: "I did a preliminary investigation and found something very interesting. There are twenty-two people registered on the 'Crossing the Waves'."

crew, but I think there should be twenty-five crew members on board."

Kyle said "Oh" and then said: "Colonel, I'm just a traveler, why are you asking me these things? Do you think the things missing on the 'Crossover' are related to me?"

"You, you misunderstood, Mr. Blanco." A smile appeared on Meng Shaoyuan's face again: "I'm sure you are an upright person, but I have encountered difficulties in the investigation now, and I don't know where to start.

I happened to meet you here. Human instinct is to hope for help, even if this person is someone I just met.

Mr. Blanco, you know, chatting with a stranger may open up your mind inadvertently. You may also get unexpected results."

Kyle listened very carefully, and then he thought about it for a while and said: "Twenty-two crew members? Twenty-five crew members? It's really interesting. I don't know why you think so, but if you judge

That’s correct, so why are there three more crew members?”

"This is the key." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "And these three crew members have mysteriously disappeared. I think if we can find them, we may have found the key to the problem. However, what I am most worried about is this

Three crew members are dead."

"You mean, murder and silence?" Kyle looked a little surprised.

"I don't know, I don't know." Meng Shaoyuan murmured: "Now, everything is in confusion. I have a feeling that the truth is clearly right in front of me, but I can't touch it. Can you understand me?

Feel it?"

"Unfortunately, I can't." Kyle sighed: "I'm not an expert in this area, Colonel. I also hope to be able to help you, but obviously I can't."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Blanco. I told you that I just want to chat with someone." Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said, "I will stay here for a while. Mr. Blanco, if you are free, you can come anytime."

Here, chatting with you makes me feel happy."

"Me too, Colonel." Kyle drank the coffee: "It's great to meet you here. I hope we can meet again next time."

"Goodbye, Mr. Blanco."

"Goodbye, Colonel."

Kyle Blanco is gone.

He speaks calmly and always makes people feel friendly.

"What's wrong? There's something wrong with this person?"

Li Zhifeng sat down at Kyle's seat and looked out the window.

Kyle Blanc walks calmly on the streets of Port Durapra, always looking so elegant.

"Is there something wrong with me chatting with others?" Meng Shaoyuan said nonchalantly: "I just had a good impression of him when I saw him."

Come less.

Li Zhifeng curled his lips.

It’s because of the boss’s urinary nature that he talked to a stranger for so long after eating so much.

Moreover, it was clear that the entire crew of the ship was dead, and the boss insisted on calling it a theft.

He also told the other party the important news that there should be twenty-five crew members on board.

Kyle is a ghost only if he has no problem.

However, Li Zhifeng also has some curiosity.

If Kyle is really related to the "Crossover", why would he take the initiative to show up here?
To be continued...