Allen looked at the cabin that the liaison officer brought him to. The environment inside was very different from that outside.
I found that it was well-tied inside and it looked pretty good.
In such a deserted and empty mountain range, this is nothing more than a treasure hall.
Allen couldn't help but praise the liaison officer: "Well, this environment is pretty good!"
Then, without waiting for the liaison officer to invite him, he took the initiative to approach the room.
He also said to the liaison officer first: "According to the regulations, I will report as soon as you arrive. They are going to collect blood samples immediately, right?"
"Not today," the liaison said.
"Okay, I'm going to pick it anyway, so pick it now." After Allen said that, he was about to put the thing down.
"The drone arrives in three hours. I'll get some food first, so you can warm yourself up first." The liaison officer said to Allen.
Allen took out the thermos and warmed his hands. He felt that he hadn't experienced this feeling of being at home for a long time. Not to mention home, even indoors, he rarely experienced it.
So it's still a little warm.
After warming for a while, Allen said to the liaison.
"Hey, I'm in a big trouble now. I've crossed the mountains because I lost the medicine."
"Then what did you eat?" the liaison officer asked strangely when he heard what he said.
Alan realized that he shouldn't have said that, and immediately explained: "Do you eat it every day? Physiological green tablets 250mg, and cognitive blue tablets 400mg."
"What does it mean to lose it?" The liaison officer continued to ask the bottom of the matter after hearing this.
"The meaning of losing is to enter a 20-meter-high cliff. Then it is lost." Allen explained casually.
"How is this possible?" The liaison officer was very suspicious of this matter and said, looking at Allen with confusion.
Because in general, something as important as medicine will not be easily thrown away.
What's more, they are all agents, and they are even more careful in doing things, which is very difficult to encounter.
Allen immediately changed the subject and asked, "Those blood samples are your blood samples? Are you not a contact person?"
The liaison officer was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Allen continued, "Brother, I'm sorry I said that. I just..."
The liaison officer didn't say anything, just glared at him.
Allen continued, "We have never met a companion in the plan before. No one has seen it, right? So, you are..."
Allen wanted to induce him to introduce himself, talk about his identity, or see if he could find out some information.
But the liaison officer said nothing and started burning firewood there.
Allen saw that he kept saying nothing.
He continued, "I know you have extra medicine here."
The liaison looked at Allen and finally spoke:
"I won't give you a regular compensation before you leave tomorrow."
Allen had no choice but to respond: "Okay."
"Did you take medicine today?" the liaison asked Alan.
Allen immediately replied: "I only ate green slices."
The liaison looked at Allen, and it didn't seem like he was lying.
Allen continued, “I haven’t eaten blue slices for 32 hours.”
The liaison officer did not speak, and after burning the fire, he went out.
He walked outside to a cylindrical iron column similar to a stove.
Then use the key to open the small iron door.
Allen secretly saw all the movements of the liaison officer from the window.
The liaison seemed to be true because the railway was filled with boxes of things similar to drugs.
...........
At this time, the CIA's lurking agency, the Counter-Terrorism Agency, began another meeting in New York City.
"Listen to everyone, we are facing a crisis next time, which is related to national security emergency, with a priority level of five." Rick said to all members of the office.
As he was talking, someone called.
The female detective walked to Rick who was in a meeting, made a phone call with his hands, and signaled Rick to come over to answer the phone.
Rick paused the meeting and asked softly when he walked to the female detective, "Who is it?"
"It's Willis." The female detective replied.
Then Rick walked to the office inside to answer the phone and picked up the phone: "I'm Rick, Byer."
Willis said, "Borne is still alive, Bourne has not come, but another person has come, he has arrived in New York. In Manhattan, he seems to know everything. Bourne is not dead yet, I only know this, I have to die."
Willis whispered on the phone and immediately hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the people lurking in the organization are different, they already know Bourne's dynamics.
And also knew about Dragon Zhan.
......
The liaison officer packed the blood with a test tube, put it on a box, and then flew to the headquarters of the anti-terrorism team through automatic cruise.
At night, Allen and him prepared their meals and stayed in the cabin to prepare for dinner quietly at night.
Alan calculated that this day, Dragon War should be coming soon.
After a while, the liaison officer had finished supper and was reading there, while Allen was still eating there.
Suddenly, why do you feel anything outside?
The liaison said, "Your friend is here."
"I know." Allen said.
The friend the liaison officer mentioned was not Long Zhan.
And Allen also knew that because he didn't tell the liaison that Long Zhan would come.
However, Allen had secretly told Long Zhan about his location and situation not far from here.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will be tomorrow.
Alan is actually not sure about the identity of the liaison officer.
"Don't you find it strange?" Allen asked the liaison officer.
The liaison looked at him.
Allen continued: "Wolfs won't do that, and they won't track humans."
"Yes, maybe they think you are not a human being." The liaison said to him without hesitation.
"So, how many people are there in the plan?" Allen also took the opportunity to ask, wanting to know some information.
But the liaison officer refused the reply coldly and said, "You have too many problems."
Allen also used a provocation and said, "Maybe you don't know either."
Then Allen put down the chopsticks and continued to ask, “So what the hell are you doing here?”
"How do you know I'm not evaluating you?" The liaison also put down the book in his hand and asked Alan.
"I don't know, what about you? Maybe I just don't care. Have you ever felt this way?" Allen asked seriously, staring into the liaison officer's eyes.
"Maybe you are evaluating me," the liaison said to him.
Chapter completed!