【He】is an acquaintance.

Perhaps because I was a little more stimulating today, I saw [him] climbing up the steps gracefully. The face that was more delicate than most women smiled easily in the sun, and made the sky and the sea into color matching. Lorraine's heart was not fluctuating, and the poker face was naturally posed.

John Leshid, formerly the 8th Company of the 52nd Regiment of the New England garrison, the captain of the Mixed Boy Company, Lorraine's land partner in Halloween operation, femme fatale, human heart chessman...

He raised his feet, his brand new leather boots slammed into the bow deck, and his bright red military uniform swung in the wind.

When the wind calmed down, he bowed slightly to Shaq: "Report, John Leshid is called."

Shaq nodded coldly, pointing at him and said to Lorraine, "You have had a long-term cooperation, so the introduction is exempted. Lieutenant Colonel Leshid is now working for the Royal Secret Service, you need to cooperate with him in the Sheltered Villa auction in Boston. The Admiralty needs one of the items, and that's what the commissioned."

Be clean and neat.

Lorraine was very happy to find that Shaq was very unhappy now, because the reason was that he said everything but said nothing.

The content of the commission was somewhat beyond Lorraine's expectations. From a limited known analysis, Lesheed changed his wings and was affiliated with the Royal Secret Service, probably a serious spy.

The rank of spies is referred to as the Army, but it is not under the jurisdiction of the Army Department. Judging from the officers of the Royal Secret Service disclosed to the public, the lieutenant colonel should be a very high position, at least the webmaster of the large intelligence station.

Lorraine needed to cooperate with him in the auction of the Shelter Villa.

This shows that his cover identity is not enough to enter the auction, and Lorraine can. Therefore, the so-called shelter villa auction is probably an underground auction for chaebols. This type of auction often sells everything.

Moreover, the Admiralty probably does not want the things it buys to be known, at least not the buyer's identity.

This means...will the lot be a sensitive item that is prone to diplomatic disputes?

Wasn't Leshid's identity exposed? Is it an anonymous auction? Or is it worthy of the hijacking spies of Leshid's level abandonment?

What could it be?

Lorraine threw an inquiring look at Shaq, but Shaq didn't look at him at all.

"You can arrange the specific contact methods yourself. Lieutenant Colonel Leshid will also tell you the details of the auction. Get the things and send the lieutenant colonel safely out of Boston. That's all your job. Are there any problems?"

"What you insist on saying is full of problems... But forget it, after all, the noble master no longer has the interest in talking, so we should say goodbye voluntarily."

Lorraine stroked her chest exaggeratedly and bowed: "I'm back to the boat. My Master Tavistock, I wish you peace, health and prosperity."

After saying that, Lorraine turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Watching him return from the board to Valkyrie, Leshid, who had been silent since he came on stage to greet him, finally spoke.

“What is the budget?”

"The guaranteed valuation of the appraiser is 60,000 pounds, and the Admiralty squeezed out a budget of 100,000, but my advice to you is 120,000. The financial difficulties are very difficult, and this is the real limit."

"Ten hundred and twenty thousand pounds..." Leshid couldn't help but exclaim, "Even if it's just an advance payment, are you sure Lorraine Drake will believe me to make a fuss?"

"My brother is different from the lowly businessmen you know, with different financial resources and different understandings."

Shaq drooped his eyelids proudly.

"You don't have to work hard to weave lies, it's just a waste of effort. What you need to do is very simple, tell the truth, and then leave it to him for his own judgment. Don't worry, he won't let us down."

Leshid laughed jokingly: "Ah, the general trusts his younger brother so much, but he is rejected? That very interesting review details."

"That's a private matter." Shaq turned around and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. "Private affairs and official matters are clearly handled. He hates me, but he does not hate Britain."

"Um...is it..."

...

Lorraine stretched back to Valkyrie, Carmen, Cron, and Caterina soon leaned forward.

"It's been a long time, what have you talked about?" Kron asked softly.

"I did a business, and if nothing unexpected happens, I will make a small profit."

"Nothing happens?"

"Because there is still one item that has not been delivered, the consignee is a troublesome guy." Lorraine licked her tongue, "Kron, Katerina, be ready to leave. We have the last guest, and it's time to leave."

Kron and Katerina nodded, turned around to assign a mission to leave.

The boat soon became lively, and Carmen stood beside Lorraine, looking at the running deck.

"Bel Judia...had he asked clearly?"

"It seems to have pulled him into some boring things that were not related to him." Lorraine searched for Bell's figure, "He is still resting?"

"During the turnover, because the alert level has been reduced to four."

"Let him fulfill his responsibilities as a seaman." Lorraine pursed, "and he brought the steering wheel, the pilot and the rear deck. Even if he had a rest, he had no reason to be absent on the deck."

Carmen drafted the republic order on paper and handed the writing board to Lorraine to sign and seal.

"After resting for half a year, it's too much pressure for him to completely re-elect his post in one go?"

"He owes huge debts, how can he pay off his debts if he doesn't work?"

"But Valkyrie's seafarers don't have job allowances, right?"

"I thought only Cron would say such words." Lorraine raised her eyebrows in another place, "Hard work can best avoid the reality of carrying huge debts. This is the care of capitalists for employees."

"I personally hand over the resumption order to him." Carmen put away his writing board.

"Carmen."

"Um?"

"I remember you said some time ago that you received a gift in Rome that was very suitable for your ladies?"

"Michelangelo Bonarotti's statue is suitable for private chapel worship, but it is still a little smaller in the cathedral." Carmen lit his chin and thought, "Do you need me to wrap it up?"

"Well, I sent it to Newfoundland. Mrs. Ann Drake of Chanel Basque, as well as our evaluation details and the more qualified evaluation reports in the past three years have also been sorted into a book and sent it with the statue of the Virgin."

"Mrs. Ann Drake..." Carmen muttered a few times, his eyes completely laughing like crescents. "Our assessment method looks quite complicated at first glance. How about letting the Performance Supervision Department organize the newcomer tutorial?"

Lorraine avoided her gaze guiltily: "Your subordinate, please arrange it."

"Where is the message?"

"Just say [Thank you for not dislike that selfish idiot]."

Lorraine thought about it for a while.

"Also, [Happy wedding]."
Chapter completed!