"As expected." Yin Guang said somewhat solemnly.

"The good news is." Baron Gore smiled proudly and said: "After the war in the south, the Prime Minister can free up his hands to prepare for the war in the North. After the spring begins, the Prime Minister is preparing to launch an unprecedented big operation."

The dark mage's body trembled and he suddenly raised his head.

Goblin Silver Light laughed quickly, attracting Baron Gore's attention. He slapped the table and said, "It should have been like this a long time ago. Let's see how unprecedented it is."

Gore hesitated for a moment, but considering that the goblin had just earned himself more than 300,000 gold coins, he lowered his voice and said: "The entire army will be mobilized in the northern theater. It is estimated that more than 300,000 troops will be used to march to Peking.

Push through, and the Prime Minister will leave no grass behind in his path. Preparations have begun now."

The dark mage was secretly happy and thought: Sure enough, we have come to the right place. As soon as we arrived here, our buttocks were not even hot yet. We had already found out the Ruman Empire's war plan for next year.

But it’s a huge harvest whose value is hard to estimate~!

The goblin smacked his lips, shook his head and said regretfully: "In this case, our business can only last this year."

Baron Gore also curled his lips. Thinking about the loss of this huge profit, he also felt a pain in his body. He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp. He patted the goblin affectionately and said: "I have prepared a good place for you. Take care of yourself."

Take two days off."

The goblin also raised his glass politely and said, "It just so happens that I can also do some shopping."

That night Baron Gore arranged for the goblins and the others to stay in a small city in the pass and stay in the best hotel in the city.

In order to keep it secret, the entire hotel was even booked. However, what made Goblin Silver Guang depressed was that the dark mage still looked at him closely, obviously very worried about him.

Just when Yin Guang was lying on the soft bed that could sink into, with his hands clasped behind his head, his eyes wide open in the dark night, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

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At the same time, in the same small town, not far from the hotel, several people were sitting around on the left side. The lampshades were pressed very low, and the yellow light only illuminated their arms, making their figures hazy.

There is a short-handled musket on the table, and a pair of broad and steady hands are carefully wiping the musket with gentle and careful movements, as if the musket is a precious and fragile item.

"Uncle Seven is back." A young voice said.

Another calm and low voice said: "Are you sure it's him?"

"Haha..." The young man chuckled and said: "Uncle Qi's features are so obvious, I can't be wrong, section chief, why don't you contact him? That idiot Gore has left. I saw

His sharp mouth and monkey cheeks make him angry."

The section chief shrugged obviously and said solemnly: "Something has changed."

Several people at the table heard something wrong in the tone of his words, and couldn't help but raise their heads at the same time, staring at the section chief closely.

The atmosphere in the room became tense for a moment.

The section chief took out a piece of paper from his arms and still put it on the table. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands on the back of his head and said, "It was sent back from the branch just one day ago."

Several people passed the paper around silently.

It took a long time before someone asked in a timid voice: "Is the news accurate?"

"I'm sure, the message was sent back by Uncle Qi himself, using Uncle Qi's personal password, and the password is correct." The section chief picked up the note and lit it on the lamp, then came over and lit it on his mouth.

He took out a puff of smoke from his cigar and said: "No. 2 also praised Uncle Qi as a professional, that's bullshit~!"

In addition to the unique password that only an individual has, the lurking spies also have a secret secret, which is usually a small trick in writing the password. Even if others get the password, they will not be able to see the secret.

Different ** represent different meanings. According to the **, the recipient can see the authenticity of the intelligence and the status of the intelligence agent at a glance, which is used to send a signal when the intelligence agent is captured.

Everyone looked at each other and fell silent. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely dull.

The message sent by the goblin said that he was captured, but now he appeared in the city in a swaggering and majestic manner. Then there is only one explanation - after he was captured, he betrayed and surrendered~!

So, will he betray the people here?

Are you still safe here?

After a while, a young man muttered: "I knew these little dwarfs were unreliable~!"

Another young man sneered and said, "Boy, your bonus will be deducted for making racist comments in the company."

"If you want to talk too much, what should we do? Evacuate, or kill him?"

The remaining people couldn't help but glance at the person who made the suggestion, but they all saw the blank look on the other person's face - no one who engaged in intelligence work was ruthless.

The section chief took a deep breath from the cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, and then said: "I have sent the news back to the company, so I will let No. 2 have a headache. After all, he is his fellow countryman."

He paused, and then continued with a solemn expression: "He said he was caught, and then he showed up here safely without contacting us. No one knows what happened inside. What if he didn't betray?

This is a black box with a cat inside. You won't know what's really going on inside until you open it.

The best way now...is..."

At this moment, a man came over, handed a piece of paper to the section chief, and said: "Company news."

The section chief glanced at it, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said calmly: "The second boss sent a message to handle the crisis."

The young man pulled the trigger of the musket, and the hammer made a soft snap.

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