It's three o'clock in the morning at midnight.

Downing Street, London.

Prime Minister Heslett Bell, who had just arrived from home, walked into his office with great strides.

At this time, Mrs. M of MI6, National Security Director Ramsden Fergus, was sitting in the office.

As soon as he sat down, the Prime Minister looked at the two and asked, "What the hell is going on? I'm so anxious to see me?"

Mrs. M looked at the Director of the Security Bureau beside her, and hesitated for a few seconds and said, "There is a very bad news to tell you Mr. Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister frowned and lowered his face and said, "Tell me, look."

"The mission tonight failed."

"What!"

The Prime Minister stared at Mrs. M in shock. Seeing that she was not joking, he immediately shouted angrily: "What the hell is going on? Don't you guarantee that this mission will definitely go smoothly?"

Mrs. M said ashamed: "We also thought it was the case, but the President and His Highness the Princess did not have the underground air raid shelter of the 106th Northern Ireland Force. From beginning to end, the terrorists deliberately confused our audio-visual."

The Prime Minister was so angry that he laughed, "Ha! What you mean is that the MI6, Security Bureau, and Secret Intelligence Bureau, which we have spent so much energy and funds, can't even tell the difference between the true and false information given by the terrorists?"

"In fact, I suspect that there were enemy spies inside us, and these Northern Ireland rebels must have bribed some of our intelligence personnel."

Before Mrs. M finished speaking, Fergus, the director of the Security Bureau, took the speech and said: "Mr. Prime Minister, we have investigated all the people in this mission operation. I believe that this spy will be found in no time."

"I don't want you to find any spies!"

The Prime Minister's face turned red and he roared angrily, "I just want to know where the president and the princess are! Are they safe and can you rescue them? Or do I need to apply to the parliament to replace your position and find someone who is more suitable for your current position!"

After being yelled by the Prime Minister, Mrs. M and Fergus looked at each other, and the scene became quiet for a moment.

Until the Prime Minister's heavy breathing gradually disappeared, Mrs. M continued: "We have issued an emergency order, all MI6, secret intelligence agencies, and Director Fergus' security agencies, all the personnel to track down the whereabouts of the President and the Princess."

"I don't care about this!"

The Prime Minister stopped Mrs. M's words and said angrily: "We don't have much time left. The president and the princess have been missing for 24 hours. If you haven't rescued the princess and the president within two days, then you don't have to continue working in this position!"

"Yes!" Mrs. M and Director Fergus agreed with a gritty bullet. They naturally knew how difficult it was, but the pressure was here, so they were not allowed to refuse.

After leaving the Prime Minister's Office, Director Fergus hurriedly returned to his security bureau, preparing to notify the people in the bureau to work overtime all night. In any case, they must find the whereabouts of the president and the princess today, otherwise it will be unpleasant for the director, and the staff and agents below will not be able to think about it.

"Madam M, let's go back to the sixth place?" The driver turned around and looked at Madam M.

"No! Let's go to Sixth Street."

Mrs. M shook her head and looked at the night view outside the car window. She remembered a few years ago an agent who impressed her very deeply. She whispered: "I just hope his good luck can help find the princess and the president."

...

In the farm, more than a dozen mercenaries were drinking silently outside the house. These were all members from the trench team. They were drinking to pay tribute to the unfortunate death of the team members.

Although there are not many elites in the trench team, they win by unity. The relationship between the twenty-three team members is very good, but this time, they lost seven team members because of inaccurate intelligence. Everyone felt very sad.

By the window of a bedroom on the second floor, Gu Ren looked at the dozen people standing outside under the moonlight.

"Although I don't deal with the trench, I have to say that he is very good, which is why so many people can follow him."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door. Gu Ren turned around and saw that it was Captain Barney who came in. He walked to the window and looked downstairs, and whispered: "He is a qualified leader!"

"Can see."

After Gu Ren replied, he looked sideways at the trench standing in front of the crowd. He was 70% or 80% of Schwarzenegger in his previous life, but he was much stronger.

The room was quiet for a moment, and Gu Ren asked, "Captain, have something to ask me for?"

"I probably haven't finished this mission yet."

Barney took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Gu Ren. After being rejected, he did not force it to be stuffed. He fell into his mouth alone, took out a match and lit the cigarettes, took a deep breath, and exhaled the cigarettes.

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, he said with a gloomy face: "I just discussed with Hannibal that people from MI6 and CIA will never give up. President Benjamin and the British princess have been missing for almost 24 hours. If there is no whereabouts, it is probably a big disaster. Once they find the whereabouts of the president and the princess, they will definitely send us."

"Then what do you mean?" Gu Ren knew that the reason why the captain took on this mission was nothing more than threatening by the CIA. If this mission was not successful, it would be impossible to refuse next time.

"We have to take this task."

Barney said helplessly with a headache: "We cannot refuse the CIA and MI6, but for safety reasons, I discussed with Hannibal that each team of our team will only take two people in this mission, and we will have enough people to take action for one team."

"Take those people?"

Gu Ren frowned. He probably understood what the captain meant, it was nothing more than that the number of people was not conducive to action. After all, there was James Bond and the guy from the CIA.

Barney said: "We are you and me, Hannibal brings Facebook, trenches brings bullets, and six people join Bond and the others."

"Yes." Gu Ren nodded, without objecting to the captain's arrangement.

After all, in addition to the captain's strongest ability, the best among the Death Squad is Christmas and Thor, but they are injured and will definitely not be able to go.

As for Caesar, both of them are reckless and are prone to being excited. Billy said that although he had been a soldier and had strong combat capabilities, he didn't know if his military career was too long or he was used to performing tasks in a straightforward manner, and he didn't know how to adapt.

Just like when he was on a mission in Russia before, if Billy was surrounded by villains, this kid would definitely be the same as in the movie, and he would definitely be stubborn.

Seeing Gu Ren agreeing, Barney patted his shoulder, "Wait for a day tomorrow. If there is no news yet, I guess we may not be needed."

Gu Ren nodded and said, "I understand."

The captain made it clear that if you can't wait for news tomorrow, it is estimated that the president and the princess will be in danger.

...

Three:20 minutes in the morning.

The entrance to a house on 6th Avenue in London.

Mrs. M said to the driver: "Wait for me here."

After saying that, Mrs. M stepped on the walkway to the door of the house and knocked on the door.

The dark second floor bedroom was lit soon after.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with a little sloppy short hair with another freckle on his cheek pushed open the door and walked out.

"Who is it so late at night."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the visitor outside the door. He was stunned and rubbed his eyes quickly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Long time no see Johnny!" Mrs. M smiled politely.

"Madam M!"

The middle-aged man who was called powerful immediately blinked and swallowed, "Wait for me for a few minutes!"

After saying that, Qiangli closed the door and rushed to the second floor.

Looking at the closed door, Mrs. M smiled speechlessly and helplessly. This Johnny was indeed the same as before. She was worthy of being called Bean by the clerks in the bureau. She was really stupid!
Chapter completed!