Absolute Honor

The next day, nine o'clock at night.

The sun never sets Empire, London.

Qin Fei and Charlotte walked out of the customs gate. There was a middle-aged man in a suit holding a sign in the airport lobby. The sign read: Welcome Mr. Feldlen.

This is a code word that m and Qin Fei agreed on the phone.

Qin Fei walked over with Charlotte, the visitor put down the sign, smiled and bowed slightly to the two of them, acting like a gentleman.

Obviously, m had already shown the photos of the two to the pick-up person.

"Mr.qin?" The visitor asked tentatively in a standard London accent, very top hat.

Qin Fei nodded.

"I'm Federer." The man in the suit introduced himself with a top hat: "Ms. M asked me to meet her. Please follow me."

After speaking, walked to Charlotte and reached out to take her suitcase.

Along the way, Qin Fei deliberately booked an economy class ticket, and did not help Charlotte with luggage.

It's not that Qin Fei has no gentleman's demeanor, or can't afford the money for first-class business class, but Qin Fei wants to see if the princess who was spoiled in the past has the courage to face reality today.

If a person is in a trough, if he still misses yesterday's glory and cannot extricate himself, and is still extremely arrogant, then it is not worth fighting for her.

Fortunately, Charlotte did not disappoint Qin Fei.

The group of three walked out of the airport hall, with a Jaguar car parked outside the door.

After getting in the car, the driver put up the gear, the car marked out the parking area and drove towards the city center.

Qin Fei looked a little tired, and had to tighten his nerves along the way to be careful of the surrounding situation.

No one knows Gary's thoughts. It stands to reason that now that he has a chance to win, he doesn't care about a worthless character like Charlotte, and he doesn't even bother to hunt down this princess who has fallen hair and is inferior to a chicken.

However, there is an old saying in the state of Z that "be careful to sail for ten thousand years." Professional habits make Qin Fei always be cautious in doing things. After all, there is no harm in this way.

Qin Fei didn't sleep well last night.

After coming out of Victor's hangar and returning to the camp, Qin Fei began to formulate a battle plan.

Making a combat plan is not a simple matter. Recruitment of troops, targeted training, preparation of logistical supplies, and collection of intelligence data, all of which should be considered in the overall plan. In fact, there is nothing to do with a real combat exercise. What a difference.

Qin Fei, Lao Yu, Zhou Yi and others temporarily spread a map in the war room and conducted a deduction on all possible battles and so on.

Although many places are not yet mature, the general combat plan is already clear.

Before leaving the offer, Qin Fei confessed Monday that he secretly began to search for suitable troops among the soldiers participating in the training camp at the current camp, and consciously carried out training for amphibious boarding 6 operations in the near future.

As for the squad of the x mercenary group and Monday's strong platoon, they are all handed over to the old fish.

Lao Yu is responsible for organizing everyone to carry out infiltration and raid training, especially for raids and control of traffic points at the airport, radio station, and dock in Comoro.

Arranged better. Qin Fei only had three hours of sleep. In the morning, he left Tiyo in the morning and flew to London at the airport of Eritrea.

After the halfway transfer, it took a full eleven hours to finally reach the destination.

The Jaguar crossed the Millennium Bridge, and Charlotte looked at the London Eye by the Thames outside the window, a little lost.

A few months ago, she had been to Europe. At that time, he was still the princess of Zhongxing Pengyue. After a few months, when she came back here, she had nothing. Moreover, when her father and brother passed away, the world seemed to be born in just a few days. Has changed drastically.

The car phone rang suddenly, and Qin Fei, who closed his eyes and sedated, woke up from the confusion.

Federer grabbed the phone, put it on his ear and listened, then handed it to Qin Fei in the back row.

"Ms. M's call."

Qin Fei took the microphone, and before he could speak, the voice of m came from the other end.

"Qin, welcome to London."

"Madam, I'm very glad that you promised to meet me." Qin Fei said, "I thought it would be difficult for a friend to lend a hand at this time."

"Of course not, you are a capable person. For us, the most admired is a capable person. Just like a businessman with assets, the bank is always willing to give a very high loan." M said: "You Don't worry, you called before. I have arranged everything for you. You come to the Whitehall first. When we meet, we will wait for someone. In the evening, I will arrange for everyone to sit down and have dinner. Many things can be discussed at the table."

"Thanks to the kindness of the lady, I, Qin Fei, remember it in my heart. There is an old saying in our country that the grace of dripping water should be reported by the spring. Don't worry if you are tired of it. If you help me this time, I will remember it." Qin Fei is not overbearing. Humble.

M Luoluo said generously: "I think you are polite. Actually, I am just a needle threader. I can't guarantee anything. France is our ally. But I won't dictate anything about them. Can I persuade each other? look at yourself."

"Okay, it's enough, I will do my best."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Fei handed the microphone back to Federer again.

Soon after, the car entered the Westminster area, turned into Whitehall Street from Trafal Square, and stopped in front of house number 2.

Whitehall Street is the center of the administrative department of the imperial capital where the sun never sets. It is just across the street from Downing Street where the office is located~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Among them, Whitehall 2 is a Victorian-style building with a roof top A flagpole was erected in one corner of the roof, on which the national flag of the empire of the sun never set, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Federer led the two around to an unmarked small door on the side, raised his hand and knocked.

After a while, the door opened with a babble.

A security-looking person wearing a big cap pulled them around and scanned the three of them vigilantly.

Federer took out his ID and handed it to the security guard.

"This is a guest of Ms. M. She is waiting to see us."

The security guard looked at Federer's ID, and after confirming that it was correct, he pointed to the opposite side of the building's lobby: "She is in the office, you can go there by yourself."

Passing through the long corridor, the interior of this building does not look magnificent, but rather simple.

The lights in the hallway were tinged with a warm yellow, spreading on everyone, making people feel a little drowsy.

Finally, after passing through the two corridors, finally came to an old-style elevator.

Federer made a gesture of invitation, Qin Fei took the lead, Charlotte followed, and Federer was at the end, and a group of three people filed up the elevator.

Amid the rhythmic sound of the chain pulling, the elevator climbed to the third floor, and Federer took the two of them again along the long corridor.

Qin Fei felt that the corridors here were almost innumerable, as if he had entered a maze. He suddenly understood that these places might be deliberately designed such that even those people who are plotting wrong here would be dizzy and unable to find a target even if they came in.

Coming to an unmarked door again, Federer tidied his clothes, straightened his waist, and reached out and knocked respectfully on the door.

"Come in."

m's voice came from the room.

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