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Because of special missions, the spies in Thousand Peaks City reported their tasks daily, but today, many organizations discovered that their people had gone missing.

Some failed to upload mission briefings at the scheduled time, while others suddenly lost contact while reporting their tasks.

They all knew that there were many spies in Thousand Peaks City now, and the Rus' crows and swallows were busy every day, not only hiding Little Armstrong but also searching the city for foreign spies, so when their own people suddenly went missing, they immediately realized something bad had happened.

However, they couldn't remain in the dark, so they decided to send someone to investigate.

When they cautiously approached the scene, fully prepared and wary of a potential trap, they found their subordinates unconscious, as expected.

This made their situation even more difficult.

If the person had been captured or killed directly, they would have had backup plans.

But now the person was neither dead nor captured, but unconscious, which made them think about more possibilities.

"What did he experience?"

"Why wasn't he captured?"

"Why was he only knocked out?"

"Could he have been turned?"

They were a spy organization, and anything could happen, especially in this "let go" situation, which was extremely suspicious.

Even if someone was using this obvious suspicion to turn the event into a conspiracy, they had to overthink it.

They couldn't help it; they were a spy agency.

Like thief or robber organizations, they might appear to have no restrictions, but the more such organizations seemed lawless, the more rules they had.

Even if the explicit rules were few, the implicit rules could be terrifying.

Especially for organizations that wanted to grow big.

However, there was a problem: they tried all sorts of methods, but the unconscious person couldn't wake up, which was strange!

Another difficult matter.

While they were having a hard time, Tang Chao was having a great time because his original intention in doing all this was to create trouble for these spy organizations and to muddy the waters.

He even aimed to further influence the Rus' intelligence agencies.

Before, foreign spies were wandering the streets, and even if the Rus' couldn't find the main culprits, they still had some precautions, and they could find some clues and traces of activities.

But suddenly, the traces of these spy activities disappeared, and the Rus' were also uneasy, or rather, a little panicked.

"Сука Блять, are these spies planning something big?"

It was very abnormal for Thousand Peaks City not to have spies. Previously, they could still see some clues, but overnight, all traces of spies and their activities disappeared, which was a very dangerous signal for intelligence agencies.

So, to reassure themselves, to find all the missing spies, and to prevent possible major incidents, the Rus' intelligence department in Thousand Peaks City deployed all their manpower, and even transferred personnel from other places.

Although some people were still guarding each section, they had basically changed from passive defense to active offense, and a large number of people were performing field work.

Near Little Armstrong's residence, Tang Chao almost burst out laughing after discovering this situation.

"It's really heaven helping me... oh, no, it's my own plan working."

Twenty meters in front of him was an ordinary old apartment building, similar in style to the apartment building where he found the first spy last night, but relatively speaking, the maintenance work on the building in front of him was much better, so it looked like a nice vintage building rather than a dilapidated one.

This was where Little Armstrong was currently living. According to the Rus', they could have directly housed Little Armstrong in a military camp, but the current Rus' were very concerned about international perceptions. Little Armstrong was seeking political asylum, so in theory, he was a free man in Rus', and he was also going to become famous and hold press conferences, so living in a military camp was impossible.

Fortunately, Little Armstrong was also an important tool for the Rus', a tool to disgust the Americans, a veritable "anti-America treasure", so they specially prepared a seemingly ordinary and comfortable residence for him.

Although ordinary, the security was not neglected at all. His room was neither on the top floor nor on the bottom floor, but in the middle.

And directly above, directly below, and across from his room, there were teams of special agents responsible for protecting his safety.

That's not all; these three teams of special agents were just the last line of defense. In addition to these three teams, there were also random field agents throughout the building, all there to protect Little Armstrong's safety.

Of course, the random field teams were truly random. Even they didn't know how many teams there were. Some of them weren't even specifically assigned to the mission, but were given new homes by the higher-ups and then assigned here.

Their order was to pay attention to any unusual situations in room 308 and not to allow the room's tenant to be taken away by non-organizational personnel.

This configuration could be said to be the ultimate protection, and even unexpected situations were guarded against.

Those random special agents were used to guard against unexpected situations.

Using randomness to guard against accidents, wow, probability experts were impressed!

It's just that they hadn't thought about what response plan they should use when encountering "aliens".

Although they were currently busy with the "alien" matter.

Tang Chao summoned his crows, and they circled the building several times. The crows also released small insects, and those insects scanned the entire apartment building.

Indoors, the insects' abilities were very strong, and they even comprehensively and thoroughly scanned the faces of several residents for Tang Chao.

Using the faces of these residents, Tang Chao directly sneaked in.

Inside the apartment, in Little Armstrong's room, he was sitting with his legs crossed, watching TV, watching his own interview news.

This was an extremely narcissistic person.

From the moment he decided to defect, he had made preparations. The process of defecting was not easy, and he suffered a lot, but after arriving in Rus', except for the first two days when he was watched a little closely, the remaining days were getting better and better.

He never had the opportunity to appear in news reports before, but now he was in news reports almost every day, which made him very happy.

Now he was an internationally known figure, especially in the alien and extraterrestrial civilization circles, he was already the most popular one.

His father also withdrew from America and brought all his assets. Now he had begun to operate for him. It would only take a short time to turn his fame into enormous wealth.

As for being wanted by America, that was not a problem at all. It was precisely because he was wanted that his fame was so great!

If America didn't want him, his fame and public interest would decrease by at least half.

Many people in the world liked to see the drama of resisting America. America had been domineering in the international arena for so many years and had offended many people.

It was still powerful, which was an indisputable fact, and it also led to many people not daring to resist it openly, which made the resisters even more valuable.

He was feeling good, reaching out to grab the delicious pizza that had just been delivered to the table next to him, but he grabbed an empty space.

"Are you looking for this?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind him, speaking in American.

Little Armstrong subconsciously turned his head when he heard this, and suddenly saw a green guy standing behind him, holding his pizza box.

More than one person tall, big head.

Pure black big eyes, occupying at least one-third of the entire face.

No nose, cracked big mouth.

The figure was slender compared to the head, not even wearing clothes, green skin.

Flat lower abdomen, no pendulum.

Little Armstrong was very familiar with this image, which was also a classic image of aliens.

"Al… al… alien!"

"Bingo! Correct!" The alien grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark teeth.

"Ah!"

Little Armstrong screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Tang Chao under the alien template: "???"

A sci-fi version of "Ye Gong's love of dragons"?

Little Armstrong, who was right in front of him, was afraid of aliens?

Tang Chao threw the pizza box on the table with some depression. What was this all about?

The other party saw the alien like this. He had the desire to recruit him before, but now he didn't have it anymore. It was just a shark mouth, and the other shapes were all standard alien configurations. He was scared unconscious.

Coward!

And he even claimed to be an alien enthusiast.

But since he had come, Tang Chao would definitely want to know something from the other party's mouth, such as the fact that it was inconvenient for him to break into America's aerospace bureau. Now that place must be under martial law, so it should be good to know some secrets from this person's mouth.