Absolute Honor

In half an hour, Qin Fei and m ended their conversation.

Get out of Whitehall 2, get in the Jaguar car driven by Federer, and head towards the East End of London.

Qin Fei was not familiar with the road conditions here. The car turned around in a historic building in old London, and finally stopped in the middle of a narrow street.

After getting off the car, Qin Fei saw a restaurant on the side of the road at first glance. The sign on it was bilingual in French and English, and the name of the store was Champs Elysees.

It is not difficult to see that this is a French restaurant.

Generally, a better French restaurant in London is difficult to reserve a place and often has to line up, but this restaurant looks very quiet. There are no customers in line at the door, and you can’t see the inside through the light yellow glass windows. How many guests are there.

Under the leadership of Ms. M, the three of them entered the restaurant.

The waiter seemed to be no stranger to Ms. M, nodded and made a please gesture, then walked to the front to lead the way.

A group of three people, led by the waiter, passed through the dining room, and then turned into the back kitchen. There was a door at the end of the back kitchen. After pushing it open, the inside was suddenly bright, a semi-open kitchen.

There was a smell of fragrance in the room.

An apron, over half a hundred years old, a slightly fat uncle holding a non-stick pan in his hand, was turning the spoon amidst the simmering sound of braising.

"M! Are you here?"

The middle-aged uncle turned his head and glanced at m, "I'm so sorry, I'll be fine soon."

Qin Fei looked at the middle-aged uncle's side. Three plates of small tomatoes were already placed. The tomatoes were hollowed out in the middle and stood on the plate.

There is a small refrigerator beside the three white porcelain plates. Don't guess, it must be full of ice cubes.

Qin Fei seemed to realize that this middle-aged uncle was a Gaul chicken from France, and could speak well about Comoros, otherwise M would not bring himself over to see him.

"Boris, you should be busy first, we can wait."

When Ms. M finished speaking, she pointed to the table next to her, with a few stools beside her.

"Sit down, we have a good meal tonight." M said to Qin Fei, "This is Boris, the head of the African department of France dgse."

Hearing M introducing himself, Boris turned his head to Qin Fei slightly, nodded, glanced over Charlotte, turned his head, and continued to concentrate on making his own sauce in the pan.

Qin Fei could only sit down patiently.

He felt that Boris seemed a bit rude, m is the head of mi6, and he is just the director of dgse. It stands to reason that m is one level above him in terms of identity, and he actually has to wait for him to cook when he comes to meet.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. M and I are old friends. When we meet in London, I never want to go to those British restaurants to eat..."

He turned around and thought he was humorous: "Of course, in the UK, there is no restaurant in this concept. They all like to eat fish and chips..."

Boris made an expression that was difficult to swallow.

"I would rather die than eat the fish and chips promised to the empire, so every time I meet, I come here and cook something unpalatable by myself. I always think that I can talk about things in a good atmosphere. Get better results, and nothing is more suitable than the atmosphere of a place like a restaurant."

After speaking, his sauce was prepared, Boris turned off the fire, then opened the small refrigerator next to it, and took out a large stainless steel bowl.

Qin Fei noticed that it was full of French snails that had been fried with herbs and French onions.

Boris stuffed the iced snails one by one into the hollowed out tomatoes, and then gently poured the light yellow and slightly thick sauce on them.

Finally, the finished product was brought to three people, one for each person, and one for himself.

After that, I walked to the side and picked up a thermometer, put it into an ice bucket, checked the temperature, and took out a bottle of red wine that had already been opened.

"Aoc area, designated wine by the Escherie Palace, Christie's Winery."

After finishing speaking, they poured red wine into the three people's red wine glasses, and sat down beside M and opposite Qin Fei and Charlotte.

"Are you hungry?" Boris didn't see anything outside, and said by himself: "Let's eat, my craftsmanship should be acceptable."

Ms. m said to Boris: "I will introduce you to these two guests tonight..."

"No, no, no introduction is needed." Boris picked up a snail, used a fork to spit out the snail beef dipped in sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed very intoxicated, and then looked at Qin Fei. And Charlotte said: "This young and handsome man should be the head of the X mercenary group that has recently become popular in the African mercenary circle-Qin Fei, and this beautiful lady..."

He stood up a little, leaned back, and said very politely: "This must be the Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Comoro."

"Mr. Boris, I'm glad you still think I'm a princess, but I actually have nothing now." Charlotte also got up and bowed, "We are looking for you tonight, just to ask for something. ."

"Um..." Boris put another bite of snail beef in his mouth, picked up the red wine glass and kept shaking it under the light, not looking at Charlotte, but at the red liquid.

"You want to know the attitude of our France towards Gary now?"

Boris glanced at m next to him intentionally or unintentionally.

Ms. m has been eating slowly and tasting wine slowly, without speaking, as if she was a transparent person.

He continued: "I can tell you now that we have no intention of getting involved in Comoros' internal affairs or even war."

Qin Fei was overjoyed and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Boris, what do you mean is that no matter how we deal with the family, you Gauls will not interfere?"

"No, you are wrong." Boris said: "If you attack Comoro armed, then we will take action."

Qin Fei was startled, isn't this a contradictory statement?

Since you are unintentionally involved, why do you want to shoot when you are attacking?

Isn't this a bullshit?

"The following our conversation is purely drunk gibberish at a private dinner. We will not answer your question as a person in the diplomatic service or even as a member of the parliament or the like. However, since we are in charge of African affairs, in this regard, The advice and intelligence we provide can have an impact on decision makers."

Boris said: "Our country has a defense agreement with Comoro. That is to say, this agreement is still in effect. If there is no abnormal situation, the agreement is still in effect, and we must perform our duties, because if Kokomoro has suffered a military attack. Our military base on a nearby island is responsible for sending relevant troops to support it~www.wuxiaspot.com~Gary is usurping the throne. Isn’t it an abnormal situation?” Qin Fei felt a little dizzy. The coup has taken place, and the crown prince and the old king have been killed. Why is it not an abnormal situation?

"Usuring the throne? Is what you said is true? Do you have evidence? If you have evidence, I can feed the information back to my superiors, which is beneficial to Princess Charlotte." Boris sipped the red wine , Wrote lightly.

Qin Fei's scalp exploded.

evidence?

Damn, does this still need written evidence?

Isn't this nonsense?

"Hassan was the previous orthodox crown prince. Gary has been deposed. He suddenly killed Crown Prince Hassan and the old King Inno IX died. Isn’t it proof? Your department will definitely collect relevant intelligence on this matter. Right?" Qin Fei said unwillingly, "As long as you are not blind, I am afraid you can see it."

"Are you sure everything you said is the truth? Mr. Qin." Boris seemed to be ready, staring at Qin Fei without blinking, "But, Prince Gary also said that he is orthodox."

"As you said, Mr. Boris, what about his evidence? Just a mouth, or one of his public speeches?" Qin Fei confronted **** for tat.

Boris picked up the white napkin, wiped the sauce at the corner of his mouth, took an item from a briefcase on the table, and threw it in front of Qin Fei.

"You see for yourself."

Qin Fei's gaze fell on the thin file. From the outer cover, he couldn't see the content.

Since Boris took it out as evidence, there must be something in Gary's favor.

His hand stretched out slowly, and in Charlotte's puzzled and uneasy eyes, he grabbed the portfolio.

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