Seeing her baby daughter sleeping soundly and muttering herself, Brian kindly touched the scattered hair on her forehead, reached out to pull out the lamp beside the bed cabinet, walked to the door and stopped again, looked back at her daughter's side face, and then slowly closed the door.

As soon as he walked out, he saw his ex-wife coming over and said, "Maybe you can stay here tonight. Kenm must hope to see you tomorrow morning."

"No, I have something to deal with." Brian glanced at the man standing in the living room, shook his head and said, "Kem is nothing serious, but he is still a little panicked. Just rest for a while."

"I will look at her well these days." The ex-wife hesitated and turned to look at her current husband, and hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Kem will not have anything to do anymore, right? Will the people you are talking about still..."

"It won't be wrong." Brian knew what she wanted to ask, raised his hand to stop his ex-wife's next words, and said seriously: "It's over, and this matter has ended here. Don't mention it in front of Kenm in the future."

"Okay, I understand." The ex-wife still had many questions to ask Brian, but seeing that he said so, she had to nod and show that she understood.

After chatting for a few more words, Brian turned around and walked to the ex-wife's current husband, and said expressionlessly: "I don't care what the business you are doing abroad is, but I don't want to involve Kem, otherwise... I will definitely not let you go."

"I know, I love Kenm very much, too."

The current husband's face turned red. His family knew his family's affairs. Although he was very rich now, he drove a luxury car and lived in a big villa, and could directly contact the airline to charter flights. However, his business has actually begun to decline and his capital chain is extremely tense. Now that he is shook, he will naturally not be happy.

"Brian!"

His ex-wife stared at Brian with her eyes, and her impression of him changed a little. Now it seems that she is still the self-righteous bastard who used to be.

Brian looked back at his ex-wife, said nothing more, turned around and walked out of the villa door, and walked straight towards the parking position.

After getting into the car, he glanced at the man who was still sleepy in the back seat, pondered for a moment, then twisted the keys, started the engine of the car and went straight to his residence.

...

midnight.

Brian's Secret Abode.

After he sent the man to the next room to rest, he went back to the room and took out a laptop, sat on the sofa in the living room, connected to the Internet, quickly opened a website with a dark background, entered a string of extremely complex accounts and passwords, and logged into a website called "Reef" in the upper right corner.

Brian picked up the paper and pen on the table and quickly drew the tattoo he had found from the agent man on it. He then took a photo with his mobile phone, linked it to the computer with a data cable, and sent the picture to copy a document on the computer.

Then Brian took the mouse and clicked on the "Reef" website a few times, found a friend with an avatar online, and sent the tattoo picture to the other party.

After all this, he took out his cell phone and dialed a mobile phone number without notes. After the person on the other end of the phone was connected, he immediately said, "Sam, it's me."

"My God, Brian, you're finally back, aren't you hurt?" Sum on the other side of the phone shouted wide-eyed.

"I'm fine Sam," Brian asked, "How is the situation now?"

Sam said in a bad tone: "Not very good. People from the intelligence department are already investigating your affairs in Paris. They found your traces at the airport. Fortunately, Faulkner took it down for you, so he did not continue to investigate."

Upon hearing this, Brian frowned, sighed in his heart and said, "Have the Intelligence Department given up on this investigation?"

"Yes, the Intelligence Department gave up the investigation. It seems that not only Faulkner has helped you take on this matter. I heard that there is also the Operation Department, Church, who is also doing his best to suppress this matter."

Church?

Brian was puzzled. Faulkner helped him because the two were partners back then. Before he retired, he gave up the position of director of the management office to him. Faulkner's gratitude to him. But Cherch of Action has almost nothing to do with him. The only connection may be that everyone worked together once many years ago. How could he help him to suppress things?

"I got it Sam."

Brian chatted with Sam again, and after confirming that the things he and Gu Ren did in Paris were removed from the archives, he was relieved.

If he was the only one in the intelligence, Brian would not be worried at all. After all, he was a middle-level intelligence officer in the CIA back then. Being able to retire alone was enough to show Brian's connections and abilities in the CIA. Even if Faulkner did not take the matter down this time, as an important intelligence officer in the CIA, he would not be afraid of being investigated by people from the French security department.

The only thing I care about now is the archives about Gu Ren. He doesn't want this matter to involve Gu Ren. After hearing that the intelligence department has eliminated this archive, Brian finally relieved a lot.

After hanging up the phone, Brian glanced at the chat box on his laptop. Seeing that the other party had not responded to him, he was about to go back to the room to wash and rest, and suddenly a "ding" sounded, and a black eagle's avatar shook on the chat box.

Open the chat box and take a look.

The eagle avatar asked, ‘Where did you get this tattoo photo?’

Brian typed a few words: ‘Don’t worry about what I got from that, do you know what this tattoo means?’

A few seconds later, the eagle avatar sent another text: ‘OK, if I was not incorrect in investigation, these tattoos should be from a secret action plan called Stumbling Block. As for what the goal of this Stumbling Block is, I haven’t investigated it clearly yet. Do I need to continue investigating it?’

Stumbling block plan?

Brian frowned, the name sounded a little familiar. He thought about it carefully and suddenly remembered that before he retired, during a chat with his colleague David Albert, the other party mentioned to him that he was preparing to implement a secret plan. The name seemed to be called a stumbling block, and he was also preparing to invite himself to join the action.

‘No, let’s stop there.’

After Brian sent it out, he closed the website. He didn't want the Eagle to continue investigating, nor did he want to get involved in such a thing. No matter what the goal of this stumbling block action is, it has nothing to do with him, a retired person.

After putting away the laptop, Brian sat on the sofa and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he heard a trace of movement in his ears, his eyebrows were tumbling, and he stood up alertly, walked carefully to the TV cabinet, and took out a pistol from it.

With a click, the door was opened.

In the dark room, after adapting to the light outside, Brian saw clearly that the man was still lying on the bed, and seemed to be in a coma.

"I know you're awake and have any questions coming out."

The man didn't move.

Brian said calmly: "I don't want to say it again. The shoes on the ground have been moved a little bit. Even if you were in a coma just now, you wouldn't be able to mess up the shoes on the ground."

Seeing that he couldn't get over it, the man sat up and looked at the strange man standing by the door holding a pistol and asked, "Who are you? I'm there?"

"Let's talk about it when you go to the living room." Brian waved his hand and signaled him to follow him out.

The man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally got out of bed and followed him.

...
Chapter completed!