Zhou Lin

On the 19th, it will be sunny, so it is better to start drilling and setting up scrolls, but avoid moving or entering the house, as it will clash with the horse and the south.

Early that morning, the Minister of FCPS European Headquarters, Mr. Friedrich Wilhelm Graf, accompanied by only three entourage, came to a basement in a slum area of ​​Berlin.

"Is this right here?" As soon as Chief Graf stepped into the basement, he showed a very dissatisfied look, and his tone when asking this question also showed obvious disgust.

"Yes, sir." Carmen, who came in with him, still maintained her usual calmness and answered immediately.

"The smell here reminds me of a public toilet at a train station," Graf said as he scanned the contents of the room.

At this time, a male agent next to Carmen reported: "This is a special safe house for the 'Paperclip Project' provided by the federal police headquarters. In terms of conditions... it is indeed worse than the resources we have. "

"'Some'?" Graf repeated those two words in a sarcastic tone, then moved a folding stool in front of him, turned around and sat on it.

"Sorry, sir..." The male agent wiped the sweat from his forehead, "But considering your safety, there is nothing we can do."

"Moreno." Graf ignored him, but looked at Carmen and asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea? He is just a murderer with a bit of anti-federal tendencies. As for reaching this point? ?”

"Please trust my judgment, sir." Carmen replied in a moderate tone. "This opponent may be more difficult than any criminal we have encountered before."

Similar conversations, and even arguments, have occurred many times in the past few days.

On the 15th day of the lunar calendar, just half an hour after the "Trial Show" ended, Carmen wrote a report and sent it to her boss; but Graf didn't open the email marked "urgent" until the next day and read the contents. Disapproval.

Graf is fifty-five years old this year. He comes from a well-known family. He was a famous princeling when he was young. Relying on his family connections, he rose to his current position at the age of forty-two without even going to the front line. position.

There is no doubt that people like him... have long been accustomed to all kinds of "death threats"; from civilians looking for him to fight, to assassins from resistance organizations, from assassinations deep in the bed, to mass attacks... ...No matter what the motive is, there are many people who want to kill Graf, but isn't he still alive and well?

Ever since he was a minor, Graf would always be surrounded and protected by people whenever he appeared in public; and the people who protected him... were not only many in number, but also many who were known for their powerful "force" under the Federation. Elite.

Countless cases in the past have proven that it is very difficult to kill Graf...

Therefore, when Carmen asked him to leave his job, leave the mansion where he lived, and move from the light to the dark to "take refuge", Graf's attitude was dismissive; as he said...he felt in his heart that the "judge" was not enough. He is just a murderer who is sensationalizing on the dark web, and Graf is the "Minister of the European Headquarters of the Federal Council of Public Safety", a character who cannot even move the resistance organization. You, a murderer, actually say that you want to capture me alive?

But after all, Carmen is also a person with "background", and she is indeed very good, so Graf cannot completely ignore her opinions. After Carmen's repeated requests, Graf can only express his willingness to go home and "take a vacation" perfunctorily. Half a month" and strengthen the security inside and outside the residence.

Unexpectedly, Carmen rejected the proposal of her immediate superior on the spot, and demanded that Graf must live in a safe house, and... it could not be their own safe house in FCPS, because she felt that the judge did not know the internal intelligence of their FCPS. It's very familiar, and it's not safe to go there.

So, after several days of discussion and mediation, Graf finally couldn't defeat Carmen and was forced to come to this safe house provided by the federal police and used by general undercover police officers.

The so-called "Project Paperclip" mentioned by the male agent earlier was started by Luo Hu, the first director of the Federal Security Service (the predecessor of FCPS, which later merged with the Federal Ministry of Defense to form FCPS) in the early days of the establishment of the federal government. The program aims to provide long-term, effective and safe logistical support for undercover personnel in various federal departments.

The plan uses a special encryption mode to compile the coordinates of countless "safe houses" into part of an information chain. According to the rules of the password, officials use time (usually in years and months) as the boundary to identify these locations. Recycle/renovate. Once a safe house enters the "freezing period" when no one is using it, its relevant data will be deleted from the database and information chain. Until it is decrypted and calculated next time, even the official itself cannot find the record of this coordinate. ; In other words, unless someone who actually used this safe house reported it, even if you have extraordinary abilities and can hack all federal data, you will not be able to find out the information about these locations.

However, about half a century later, in the year when FCPS was officially established, the newly appointed president believed that the "Paperclip Project" was an "outdated plan", so he handed it over entirely to the police and re-established it himself. A new safe house network.

To this day, although FCPS has many safe houses around the world with favorable conditions, sufficient supplies, and can even be described as "overly comfortable", they really do not do a good job in terms of "secrecy"; these safe houses Instances of houses being discovered and broken into occur every year, and once they happen...it often means direct losses to people and the economy.

Carmen considered that there was a high chance that the coordinates of the safe house within their organization would be mastered by the judge, so he brought his superior to this place, which was only used by low-level undercover police officers.

"Um..." Graf breathed out of his nose in displeasure and continued, "So... I have to stay here until the first day of the month next month?"

"To be precise, it will be until the morning of the second day of the second grade." Carmen replied, "Because only at midnight on the second day of the second grade will you be considered to be out of the most dangerous period. By then... although it cannot be ruled out that the judge will still come to arrest you. Your intention, but this possibility is at least much lower than the probability that he will attack within these fifteen days."

"In short..." Graf crossed his hands on his chest and said angrily, "Just because of the threats of a murderer, I have to be locked up here for more than ten days..."

Having said this, he paused and his eyes wandered over Carmen's body from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

It was very hot today, but in order to keep a low profile, Carmen dressed more conservatively - a dark short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a peaked cap. She looked like a tomboy from a distance. But even so, when you take a closer look...her pink skin and slim figure will still make your mouth dry and your thoughts wander.

Graf naturally likes beautiful women, and has touched Carmen's mind more than once, but due to the latter's identity, Graf can only keep this idea at the stage of obscenity; not to mention physical harassment, just He didn't even dare to mess around with the language... because he had heard that many years ago, there was an instructor with no knowledge of the world who tried to trick Carmen's mind. As a result, not only did this guy not get any advantage, he was subdued and beaten on the spot by Carmen. Seriously injured...Then, this guy was carried sideways into the infirmary, and within half an hour he was carried out sideways, and sent directly to the "Internal Affairs Department" of FCPS, and he disappeared from the world.

Even though Graf's family was somewhat powerful, he couldn't do it to let a person in the federal system disappear completely without leaving a trace like this.

Therefore, a woman like Carmen can only be an object of lust unless she is willing to do so, or if something falls into Graf's hands.

However, that lyric is well written... What you can't get is always turbulent; the more such a woman is, the more difficult it is for Graf to resist. Watching such a delicious meal that you can't eat in your mouth is dangled in front of you every day, It is conceivable how uncomfortable Graf felt.

"Moreno." Graf's eyes finally rested on Carmen's face, "I asked you to take over the case of 'Funduluo Mountain' because of your ability to work. As a result, the day you took over, thousands of people In the live broadcast watched by many people, as the deputy minister of FCPS European Headquarters, he made remarks such as "let the hostages die", and seriously violated many regulations, including the maximum security code. Later, he also raised charges against me as the minister. With so many rude requests, let me cooperate with your actions..." He curled his lips, "Also, you'd better understand that by staying here now, I am also violating the normal operating procedures and many regulations. If you fail to catch the judge within the action time limit..."

"I will take corresponding responsibility when the time comes." Carmen knew what the other party was going to say, so she interrupted directly.

"Hmph..." Graf snorted coldly, "Responsibility..." He muttered half a sentence in a sinister tone, "Maybe... but we all know that with your identity..."

"I don't need special treatment." Carmen interrupted her boss again, "If this operation fails, I will let you decide how to punish my mistakes."

"Oh?" Graff raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me arrange it?" He laughed twice, "Haha... I hope you are not just talking."

"I understand the 'exact' meaning of your words, sir." Carmen said coldly, "Don't worry, I keep my word."

While the two of them were talking, the two agents next to them, a man and a woman, turned around very "interestingly" and pretended to be looking at the scenery; to put it bluntly... Regarding Graf's thoughts, who in the headquarters I don’t know, but there are quite a few female agents who have been harassed by him, but all of them dare to be angry and dare not speak out; anyway, those who reject him will be put in the shoes, and those who let him taste the benefits will be promoted quickly. This is also well known.

But no matter what, even if Graf said something more explicit today, those of them who are agents under him still have to pretend not to hear.

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Ten minutes later, Carmen and the two agents left the safe house and were several blocks away.

Together they returned to an SUV parked in the corner of the parking lot; this... was a standard field vehicle for FCPS. In this era where various precision instruments and power devices can be made into ultra-miniatures, theirs The distribution vehicle is almost like a mobile fortress. Not only does it have a wide range of equipment and functions, it can also accommodate seven agents working inside at the same time.

"First send me to Rosenthaler Square, and then you can go back to the headquarters." After sitting in the passenger seat and taking off his peaked cap, Carmen immediately gave the order to the driver who had been waiting here for a long time.

"Yes, sir." The driver responded and started the engine.

An agent sitting in the back of the car asked again: "Sir, which set of duty equipment do you need, and what is the order of the tracking configuration..."

"No need." Carmen said before the other party could finish asking, "I'm going to do some personal business."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the car stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Carmen.

Even the driver turned his face ninety degrees...

"0955, watch the road." The next second, Carmen gave a timely reminder.

The driver then looked ahead again to avoid driving the car towards the wall.

"Sir...you are going to..." A female agent's heart for gossip was ignited at this time. You know...in the eyes of her and most of her colleagues, Carmen was a... It gave the impression of a "robot with no life except work"; but at this moment, in the midst of the uncertain situation in the entire headquarters, and during its own time on duty... this robot actually asked to do some "private things"? What's happening here?

"Going to meet an old friend." Carmen responded calmly and added, "Don't worry, I already typed up a leave report last night... In view of the fact that in the next twelve days, FCPS European Headquarters will The supreme commander is myself, and my request for leave is undoubtedly in compliance with the regulations and has been approved."

Although her explanation was quite clear, "whether it complied with the regulations" was obviously not the focus of others' attention.

Of course, no matter how curious they were, it was not easy for these subordinates to ask further questions. After all... Carmen was not familiar with them, or in other words, she was not familiar with anyone.

If the relationship between colleagues, especially superiors and subordinates, is not there, there are some things that cannot and cannot be said.

But... this makes people even more curious. Chief Moreno, who is not familiar with anyone, really has "friends"?

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Ten o'clock in the morning, Rosenthalerplatz.

A young man wearing sunglasses, a loose short-sleeved T-shirt and cropped pants walked to a row of public lockers near the subway station.

He seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune, and walking briskly.

He quickly entered the password, opened one of the storage compartments, took out a bulging paper bag, then closed the cabinet door and turned to leave.

At this moment, a woman's figure appeared in his sight and blocked his way.

He was stunned for two seconds, then used his fingers to push the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose down a few seconds. He stared at the other person with wide eyes for another two seconds before saying, "Carmen?"

Carmen also looked at him and calmly called out his name, or... maybe... the two words of his name: "James_Rance."

"Haha, what a coincidence." After confirming that the person in front of him was his old acquaintance, Lance smiled, "I didn't expect to meet here..."

"I want to talk to you, do you have time?" Carmen obviously didn't mean to be polite to the other party. She made her request directly before Lance could finish his words.

"Uh..." Lance was a little confused when he was asked so suddenly. He thought for a few seconds, without looking down at his phone to confirm the time, and then shrugged, "Okay... okay."

"Follow me." After receiving the affirmative answer, Carmen turned and left, walking very quickly.

"Oh..." Lance hurriedly followed, jogging a few steps to reach the other party, but keeping a certain distance and about half a step difference.

"Um...Carmen..." After walking for a while, Lance suddenly spoke again, "I probably shouldn't ask a question. If it's not convenient for you to answer, just don't answer it..." He paused and asked. , "I heard you were recruited by FCPS after graduating from law school?"

"Yes." Carmen said without hesitation this information that should not be disclosed to a civilian. "And you...as far as I know, after you were expelled from law school, you left a pile of criminal records until The occupation is still unclear." She also paused, "By the way, now that we have said that, let me ask, what is in the paper bag in your hand right now?"

"Uh..." Lance looked a little embarrassed.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not here to arrest you. I'm just asking." Carmen glanced at him with her peripheral vision and continued, "Actually, considering that you are a person who has not had a legal employment record for many years, I basically I can think of what you do for a living... Although I think that a job like "carrying goods for others (the 'goods' here generally refers to psychedelic drugs or unregistered guns)" that even a small gangster can do is appropriate. It's a bit humiliating for you, but..."

"Okay, okay..." Lance finally couldn't help but interrupted Carmen, "I confess...it's a heavy-duty movie, okay? Phew..." He took a breath and then said, "You This man is still the same as before. He convicts others in his heart just by talking to himself. We, an old classmate, just met... If you say a few words, I will almost be sentenced to twenty years in prison. "

"Small movie?" Carmen glanced sideways at Lance and asked in a skeptical tone, "In this day and age, would anyone still use physical objects to transfer image data?"

"Didn't you hear the word 'heavy taste'?" Lance responded, raising his voice.

"Understood." Carmen heard this and quickly made a deduction, "You spent money online to buy some small movies that are so strong that just transmitting them through the Internet may attract the attention of relevant departments and trace the source, so You just come here personally and specifically to get it.”

"You can think whatever you like." Lance seemed a little angry and replied in an impatient tone, "I'm too lazy to explain."

"You don't have to be so excited. I thought you were a scumbag before. This incident will not damage your image at all." As Carmen spoke, she had already reached the door of a coffee shop. At this time, she stopped He stopped walking and turned back to Lance, "This is it."

"It doesn't matter." Lance almost sighed when he said this. It seemed that Carmen's poisonous tongue had made him feel quite depressed.

Not long after, a clerk led the two of them to a seat by the window. This was a very good seat. They could see the street outside through the windows around them. Of course... for people like Carmen, Her first reaction was that this location was not very safe and could easily be sniped or raided from outside.

After ordering a cup of coffee and dismissing the clerk, Carmen looked at Lance and said first: "So... in order to avoid you having any misunderstandings about my appearance and this invitation, I will ask straight to the point. ..." She paused for half a second and then continued, "Are you a 'judge'?"