The Goddess Shines on America

The car stopped in front of an ordinary house.

This is the center of Exeter, which is the typical feature of a central city in the plain, that is, the industrial and commercial districts are located on the outskirts of the city, and the residential buildings are located in the city. After all, everything is developed based on transportation. So, in order to successfully track down the mystery girl, Brody has to cross most of the city.

Absolutely "most half" of the city. Although the number of people is only more than 100,000, Exeter has a lot of schools, which is worthy of its status as a famous cultural city. The University of Exeter is located at the northwest end of the city, and the girl's residence is one of the residential houses nearby.

There was a strange aura all over her body, and Brody was also aware of it. This woman who drove a Rolls-Royce settled in an ordinary middle-class neighborhood. Driving a Chevrolet in the distance, Brody could clearly see through the binoculars that it was time for the resident opposite the girl to go home, and at the moment he was looking enviously at the luxury house worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. Car storage.

He put on a pair of headphones, plugged in a walkie-talkie and said, "Boss, are you there?"

After a while, a voice sounded in the earphone: "I am here, where is the other party?"

"The address of that woman is No. 17, Chunyuan Road. It is a very ordinary middle-class house. It is estimated that she has just moved in not long ago. The neighbors around her should have a very deep impression of her."

On the other side of the walkie-talkie, Alice, who was still on the fifth floor of the research institute, deeply agreed: "Not every doctor and lawyer would choose a Rolls-Royce to travel, not to mention that Chunyuan Road is the residence of the middle and lower middle class just by hearing the name. Look Her style of acting has always been very flamboyant, Brody, what do you think?"

As a former Navy SEAL sniper, what Brody lacks most is the ability to observe and analyze: "Your current suspicion has no substantive evidence. Before she actually does something, there is nothing we can do. I can only continue to observe. However, I do not recommend asking the neighbors for information about her, it is more appropriate to sneak in directly."

Alice sat behind her desk, tapping her fingers lightly on the tabletop, leaning on the tabletop with her elbows and looking out the window. In the center of the table, a radio receiver that is nowhere to be seen on the market, even without any manufacturer's LOGO, was placed there, and the sound several kilometers away directly rang out from the lama.

At this moment, Alice, whose eyes are completely black, is scanning the northwest area of ​​Exeter with her massive mental power, and the price is nothing more than seven or eight catties of pork ribs. But the subtle thing is that even though she was scanning Brody's toned body with full viciousness, she was rather pretentious and did not use her pervasive peeping to explore the interior of No. 17, Spring Garden Street.

With a bang, he tapped his fingers on the table: "Okay, let's do this, Brody, this glorious and great task is entrusted to you, are you confident to complete it?"

At the scene on Spring Garden Road, Brody, who was sitting in a Chevrolet car, looked into the distance calmly and said without thinking: "I promise to complete the task!"

Then, the walkie-talkie hangs up and the headset is taken off.

At this time, it was close to seven o'clock at night, and even white-collar workers who worked overtime should basically get home, after all, the total area of ​​the city was limited. And Brody is even more aware that for such a city with a small area and a small population, a strange vehicle like himself that suddenly drives into a certain neighborhood is definitely more eye-catching than anything else.

As a mercenary of Blackwater International, especially a standard retired soldier, Brody has long been used to obeying orders unconditionally. Although today's task was abrupt, even he, who was purely for carrying out the task, clearly felt that something was wrong with this girl. No need for Alice to order anything more, the sense of responsibility directly made him devote himself to it.

Before I knew it, the night was already dark.

Residents of small cities often don't have much nightlife to speak of. At least in the whole of the UK, 24-hour convenience stores are hard to find. As soon as 8:00 p.m., the city center will almost become an empty city. Occasionally, if you see a couple of drunks in the dark, you may think it is a post-apocalyptic zombie invasion.

It was in such a big environment that a Chevrolet was quietly parked on a certain street near the University of Exeter.

The car door opened.

A tall and fit man got out of the car, dressed in casual clothes, with a serious face, as if he had already planned the way forward, and he walked forward without hesitation after locking the car door.

As a soldier, Brody walked very fast, but it took him a while to cross three streets. Then, within ten minutes, he came to a crossroad in a residential area.

The street sign on the left hand side reads Spring Garden Road, Spring Garden, what a tacky name, but Brody was cautious when walking into this street. His sharp eyes kept scanning the surroundings. Although it was only due to professional habits, he was undoubtedly looking for a corner that could be used to hide, and any place that might pose a threat to him.

Before he knew it, he had already walked to house No. 14, only three houses away from the target.

All the way to this point, he is very sure that there are no surveillance cameras along the way, and there are no brats in the houses on both sides who suddenly open the windows, or study hard in the middle of the night, so as to keep the bedroom lamp on to make people fuss.

Standing in front of House No. 14, he stopped, and then took out the military infrared telescope to observe.

So that's five minutes, which also includes the steps of turning over to the next street, looking at it from the back and various other angles. The appearance of the entire No. 17 house has been completely grasped by him. The room is not lit, but it is not certain that the girl is asleep. The best result is that the other party is really not there, which is the most suitable for sneaking in.

Don't get me wrong, Brody didn't have any illegal intentions such as kidnapping or murder. He just wanted to follow Alice's instructions and search the house to determine the woman's identity.

The inspection of the house was completed, and then there was the invasion. The Rolls Royce was parked in the garage, and it was not the top priority, so Brody jumped directly from the fence and turned out of the bedroom window on the second floor.

That's right, outside the bedroom window on the second floor.

Neither the front door nor the back door are suitable places to invade. If the other party is an ordinary person, that's fine. But since Alice claims that he may be a spy, it is of course the minimum to make some preparations in those two most basic positions. Quality is reflected. Brody didn't know how Alice knew about paratrooper knives, Soviet-made silencer pistols, and hook-and-line guns in the trunk of the car, and he didn't need to. He just needed to know that the person he was investigating was The character will do.

Even the windows of the bedroom on the second floor, Brody took a good look at them before finally opening them. There were no traps, and it wasn't even locked from the inside, he concluded cautiously after a minute of investigation, and then he gently lifted the window.

Then drilled in.

This is indeed a bedroom, the layout is exactly the same as that of most houses, but there is really no sign of life in this room. Of course there are sheets on the bed, but the pattern of Winnie the Pooh belonged to the youngest daughter of the previous owner. If a glamorous Eastern European girl in her twenties uses this, either she does not know the so-called blindfold, or she is really out of her mind ill.

Brody began to search seriously. He searched the bedside table, writing desk, walls, under the bed, and any place where objects could be hidden. There was no harvest, and even the bookcase was empty at a glance. Obviously, the woman either didn't live here at all, or she just regarded it as a shelter.

Of course, this conclusion cannot be reached immediately, because Brody still has at least one bedroom that has not been searched. He gently pushed open the door, the silent corridor in the middle of the night, this combination is enough to scare most young children who have watched too much supernatural power, such as that "Ghost Story" or something...

Because the identity of the boss is there, relevant thoughts flashed through his mind uncomfortably. After Brody laughed silently, he launched a more thorough search.

The second bedroom, still empty.

The entire second floor has nothing to gain.

Going downstairs to the first floor, Brody opened the refrigerator, and there was only a box of yogurt in it, and after careful inspection, they were all expired for a week. It seems that there are still some signs of life, but they are too careless...

Finally, in the living room after all, Brody found a portfolio by accident.

"...Finally, we can do some business."

After muttering so much, he didn't rush to open it, but first searched for it with a flashlight.

"Arnim Zola."

Such a name was written on the cover of the file bag, and Brody had no impression at all. He opened the file bag carefully, and inside was a thick pile of documents, and the contents were...

"This... is German?"

At first, he was stunned for a moment, but Brody immediately understood that since the woman claimed to be a sales representative of Sid Drakken Drilling Rig Company, it was not uncommon for her to carry German materials. It's a pity that this information can't just be taken away, and he can't speak German, and he doesn't have a professional agent's miniature camera, so he sighed helplessly. He could only browse through the information before taking it back.

Surprisingly, these materials seem to be related to computers.

This is a very thick stack of information, about 300 pages in size, and after a quick scan, Brody found that most of the pages are turned into codes that are not obvious. If God came down, Brody would have to kill him right now. God knows, if it wasn't because his family couldn't afford the tuition, he wouldn't be a soldier, but a computer expert!

Obviously it is my favorite subject, why can't I understand it when I meet it now! ?

Moreover, this is the only English content that takes up a considerable amount of space among the German materials that are even more incomprehensible throughout the text!

"God, I really want to fuck you!"

In this way, Brody, who couldn't help it suddenly, shook his arm angrily.

With a bang, the palm seemed to hit some small bottle and broke it.

An extremely strong sweet smell rushed towards his face, and he immediately rolled his eyes.

thump!