Country Y.
In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, a man sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed. His noble aura made people dare not look directly at him.
"Go ahead." The man said in a low voice.
"Master Ting, please spare my life. I'm just an errand boy and I know nothing." The man with a small mustache kneeling on the ground begged.
"Still pretending in front of me!" Mo Wuxie stood up from the sofa and kicked him.
The man with the mustache fell to the ground, then quickly got up and said, "Gentlemen, I really don't know anything."
Mo Wuxie snorted and turned to look at Gu Ting: "Brother Ting, what do you think we should do? Steam it or braise it?"
Gu Ting narrowed his eyes, and gently tapped the leather sofa with his slender fingers. After a while, he spoke: "Braised, add more oil."
"Okay." Mo Wuxie raised his lips and smiled evilly.
The little mustache panicked and knelt on the ground, kowtowed several times, and begged for mercy: "Master, I really don't know, I really don't know."
"Don't cry until you see the coffin." Mo Wuxie was too lazy to talk to him. Soon two tall men came in and dragged the man with a mustache out.
"I don't know, I really don't know, help me—"
Mo Wuxie glanced at him and said, "This bastard, if he doesn't suffer a little, he really thinks we are vegetarians."
"Yeah." Gu Tingyang was looking at his phone on the sofa. On it was a message sent to him by Eleven. There was a picture of an unfinished building where Shen Qing was sitting calmly playing with his phone.
Well, still so cute.
"No way, Chen Qing went on a mission? And brought Eleven with her?" Mo Wuxie leaned over and asked, "Whose goods did she steal this time?"
Gu Ting turned off the screen of his phone, raised his eyes to glance at him, and then raised his legs.
"Ah!" Mo Wuxie rubbed his calf, feeling wronged. "Why did you kick me?"
"With pleasure." Gu Ting continued to read the message sent by Eleven.
[Eleven: Miss Shen is so awesome, racing cars, fighting, sir, is Miss Shen a secret agent?]
Mo Wuxie couldn't help but laugh when he saw what Eleven said.
In Kinmen, only Mo Wuxie and the other three knew that Chen Qing was Li Goudan.
Li Goudan is a person who is even more powerful than the special agent.
Gu Ting curled his lips and replied simply: No.
There was a knock on the door. Gu Ting raised his head and saw a man coming in.
"Master, he confessed."
Mo Wuxie narrowed his eyes and said, "Bring him in. It would have been better if you had said no earlier. This would have saved him from suffering."
Soon, the man with the mustache was dragged in and fell to the ground half-dead. One of his legs was burned black and still smoking. Mo Wuxie could vaguely smell the aroma of meat.
Gu Ting put down his phone and glared at him: "What are you recruiting?"
The man with the mustache swallowed and spoke weakly, "The deputy chief asked me to put the defective products in when he was inspecting the goods. I also stole the blueprint. But, sir, that blueprint is fake. Please spare my life so that I don't cause any disaster."
Gu Ting and Mo Wuxie exchanged a glance, and he narrowed his eyes: "Does the deputy leader have any connection with the people from Continent F?"
"This, I'm not sure."
"Go burn it again." Mo Wuxie said impatiently.
The man with the mustache was shocked. "I'll tell you." He paused for a few seconds. "I once heard him talking on the phone with someone. The person on the other end seemed to be speaking the language of Continent F."
Gu Ting's eyes darkened: "Go on."
**
After the interrogation, Dongfang Cheng came in with a computer.
"Look, this was sent by Chuyi." Dongfang Cheng showed them the location on the computer.
"Here, and in these places, are the enemy's people. That deputy leader is not the boss of Beifu, so he can't mobilize the people here." Dongfang Cheng said, pointing at the computer.
Mo Wuxie touched his chin and said, "A terrorist organization from Continent F?"
"I'm not sure. I checked the port, and there haven't been any large ships coming from F Island in the past year. Furthermore, it seems like the terrorist group in F Island has disappeared. There hasn't been any activity recently."
"Catch the man first and clean up the mess for Crichton." Gu Ting said.
"Okay, I'll go and set it up now." Mo Wuxie nodded in agreement and left the room.
"Brother Ting, half a month ago, several large cargo ships came from Country R." Dongfang Cheng suddenly remembered this.
Gu Ting narrowed his eyes: "Yeah."
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