China, the western Tibetan area, the holy city Lasa.

In the lobby of a small hotel with a Tibetan style, Duan Laoer was carrying Lin Feng who seemed drunk and checking in with the front desk staff.

Although the Lasa tourism industry has been very fast in recent years and people who come to travel have all kinds of things, this strange combination of the second son and Lin Feng has attracted the boss's attention.

"What room do you want to live in? Single room? Double room? Or the cheapest bed?"

The shop owner looked at Duan Laoer in confusion for a long time and asked.

"Just just have a double room!" Duan Laoer replied.

"This guest..."

The shop owner looked at Lin Feng, who had been wearing a robe and had never shown his face, with a look of vigilance.

"This? Oh, this is my son. This kid's first time coming to the plateau. His reaction was a bit strong and he was seriously deficient. I helped him and said that he would just take some oxygen in the room, don't worry."

Duan Laoer explained seriously.

Although he was still a little confused, the store owner nodded and did not ask much. After all, the situation mentioned by Duan Laoer may also exist. Some people have this physique. They have altitude sickness as soon as they go to the plateau. Even if they sit still, they will feel hypoxia, headache and nausea.

So, the shop owner quickly arranged a room for the two of them. Duan Laoer carried Lin Feng to their double room, and then immediately locked the door.

When Lin Feng saw that he entered the house, he fell on a bed, but he kept holding his demon sword tightly in his hand and refused to let go.

"I said to the Lin boy, how are you in good condition? Can't you die? If you die, I will go home and settle the accounts and pay with Old Ouyang!"

Duan Laoer grinned and rubbed his fleshy shoulders. He was exhausted by carrying Lin Feng along the way.

"Hey... Amaterasu's people are still in my country, and... they are in Tibet. Your mission is not completed... I have no way to get the money..."

Lin Feng lay on the bed and said weakly.

"You uncle, when I took this job, Ouyang Laogui didn't tell me that! I just sent your people into the axis of the earth and it's over. I don't recognize any other conditions! Even if I add more money, it depends on whether my second master agrees!"

Duan Laoer sat on another bed in a ruffian manner, took out a cigarette and sent it to his mouth and lit it.

However, Lin Feng was only lying on the bed and trembling constantly, and had no energy to argue with Duan Laoer.

Duan Laoer also wrinkled when he saw this and said, "We have agreed in advance. I will only be here for one day. I will leave as soon as tomorrow dawn. As for whether you want to stay and perform the mission or what, I am not interested in Second Master, and I will not accompany you!"

But after Duan Laoer said this for a while, he did not get Lin Feng's answer.

The guy got up and walked to Lin Feng. Then he realized that Lin Feng was no longer aware of the killer falling asleep, but he just held the hand of the demon sword tightly and never let go.

Seeing this, Duan Lao Er took a deep breath of cigarettes, sucked and sighed, "Oh... Isn't you tired if you live so hard? Is it worth it?"

...

In a high-end hotel in a city in Europe and Italy.

The morning sunlight gently shines into the guest room through the window screen, depicting the side face of the man standing by the windowsill as a silhouette, which is very beautiful.

The man looked about thirty years old and had a handsome face. His head, half long, was tied into a small braid and hung behind his head. In addition, his outfit with his trousers and vests made the man look very "like" like a Western artist.

At this time, a gentle and light violin music was playing on the record machine in the room. The man seemed to be enjoying music, half-squinted his eyes. He stood quietly in front of the window, with a quiet look.

If an uninformed person sees this, he will definitely think that the whole picture is like the scene where the male protagonist appears in an art film.

But at this time, the photos nailed to the wall destroyed the beauty of this picture.

In those photos, there are all kinds of bloody and violent scenes, some in places similar to dungeons, some in prisons, and some in rooftops at night.

But no matter what scene it is, there is one common element in it, that is blood and violence.

Some pictures describe the tragic situation of being dismembered by five horses, some pictures record a group of pagans in black robes performing bloody rituals, and some are executing someone with extremely cruel means.

No matter what content is, it is filled with heavy darkness and blood, as if explaining the murderers' desire for evil forces.

The owner of these photos, the man standing by the bed like a painting, is no one else, but the third senior agent with the second highest status in the Tianzi Group of the Sixth Ministry of Guoan, nicknamed Professor!

Although he is from the Tianzi Group of the Sixth Ministry of National Security, because his parents are both staff members of overseas offices, he has lived overseas since he was a child and has been influenced by European culture.

So to outsiders, he is a complete European Chinese, but in fact this is just a protective color of his true identity.

In fact, when he was an adult, he was dispatched by the organization. When he returned to China, he went through the special training camp. The Tianzi Group received multiple learning and assessments. He eventually became an excellent agent and was entrusted to overseas intelligence investigation.

Just a year ago, a series of Western cultists invaded and kidnapped many Chinese people in China. Because he had Beijing, which knew very well in the West, he and Da Mao were sent to Europe to investigate the matter.

Just as he stood by the window thinking with the violin music on the record machine, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open rudely.

A giant man as tall as a door frame rushed in from outside and shouted, "Professor, I've written a letter from my hometown. Let's put aside our work and pack up and go home quickly! Oh my, the food in this bird place is so disgusting that it's so disgusting. Finally, I can go back to eat braised elbows!"

The giant man walked into the house and said with anticipation, as if he could eat a braised elbow that was his biggest pursuit now.

And this person is not someone else, but the professor's partner this time, and he is called "Da Mao" in the organization.
Chapter completed!