Chapter 1601 1609 [Ireland: Love letter? What love letter]
Having said that, Jiang Xia still firmly believes that magic guns and poker guns are both toy guns and are no different from toys.
He stroked the mermaid in his arms and nodded thoughtfully.
Then he ignored this shameful thief who was still playing with a toy gun at his age and turned to look at the stage.
But soon, Jiang Xia's eyes moved away from this boring stage play. His gaze passed through the walls and fell on another corner of the building.
Jiang Xia: “…” Ireland seemed to have received his love letter.
Why didn't you give me a reply? How rude.
…
The other side.
Nearly two hours ago.
A medical institution in Ireland was organizing a medicine change, and when they came out after the change, they found an envelope stuck on the windshield wiper of their car.
He asked the parking lot security guard, but he said that no one passed by and the surveillance did not detect anything unusual.
Ireland: “…” No one came in from outside, could it be someone inside who put it there?
These bastard Europeans who like to slack off can't even keep an eye on a car.
He snorted coldly, took the letter back to the car, checked the vehicle, got in quickly, and left this place that was no longer safe.
…
Ireland found another location and made sure that no one was watching before he picked up the envelope again.
He had already considered it just now. There was only a thin piece of paper in it, not a bomb or something like that.
However, to be on the safe side, he still put on gloves and got out of the car and went outside to prevent someone from being so cruel as to put some poison powder or something like that in the letter.
After some careful operations, this always cautious organizational cadre finally carefully opened the envelope and took out the paper inside.
With his brows furrowed, he scanned the letter paper, and lines of words jumped into his eyes:
[Although you have bad luck, you never give in to fate. You are really charming and attractive. In fact, I have always been paying attention to you.
Can you meet with me?
I will wait for you on this plane at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow...]
There is a Q version of a plane drawn below, with an arrow extending from it, the flight number and time written on it, and some hearts around it.
There is another signature further down:
"——by someone who has always been paying attention to you"
Ireland:"……"
Although the letter was sent anonymously, at this point in time, there was no need to guess who was the person who could sneak into the organization's institution silently and put the letter in his car openly.
Ireland read the words carefully.
"You have bad luck..."
...Is this a mockery of the fact that he was nearly hit by people falling from buildings several times?
In addition, it was clearly Wuzo who was controlling all this, but the culprit insisted on attributing the matter to "luck" and "fate". Although I had heard that some people in the organization thought Wuzo was a natural disaster, I didn't expect Wuzo himself to actually dare to take on this title... Did he think he could represent fate? Ha, this conceited bastard.
"Actually, I've always been paying attention to you..."
Humph, I noticed it without you telling me.
Ireland remembered that Uzo had just approached his vehicle, and a layer of cold sweat of vigilance appeared on his back again.
At the same time, he was also somewhat puzzled: How did Uzo do it? He couldn't have been followed for so long without realizing it. Did Uzo plant a spy around him?
Ireland saw the members of the organization he had met after London, and his face was extremely solemn. It was said that Uzo was the best at manipulating people's hearts. Although his current record was to make people get involved in cases and die without knowing it, but at the same time, since he had this ability, it seemed that it would not be difficult for Uzo to manipulate one or two people to turn against him.
…It seems that I can’t trust anyone around me anymore.
Ireland reminded himself coldly in his heart, then looked at the letter again.
"Meet on the plane at 1 o'clock tomorrow."
The time and place were revealed. As expected, this was Wu Zuoxia's declaration of war.
And tomorrow's flight is the meeting place set by Uzo.
Ireland: "..." But isn't this guy always the best at hiding behind the scenes? Why does he suddenly want to meet him? Is this another conspiracy?
...No, there is no need to say "is it possible", this is definitely a conspiracy, but he doesn't know what Wuzo is trying to do.
Ireland slowly clenched the provocative letter, lowered his eyes in thought, the murderous aura on his body was like a surging sea.
After a moment, he suddenly remembered something, unfolded the crumpled letter again, stared at the sentence on it, and the more he read it, the more familiar it seemed.
He soon remembered - after Ireland was almost hit, he was not only treating his fresh wounds, he also asked an insider at the London Metropolitan Police to retrieve detailed intelligence about the case.
If I remember correctly, the murder that almost hit him at noon involved a love letter. The sentence above is almost exactly the same as the current letter of war.
Ireland: "..." Uzo, that bastard. He was the one who controlled that case. Maybe he even taught the murderer the love letter template... So, when I have time, I have to find a way to have a good chat with the murderer. Maybe this guy is a special case and has had contact with Uzo before.
Although I had long guessed that the previous falling cases were the work of Uzo, but guessing it myself and being notified indirectly by Uzo felt completely different.
——This is a naked provocation.
Ireland thought about it, made a phone call and found his confidant in London.
Although now, he felt that every person he saw might have been contacted by Uzo, the power of one person was limited after all. In some professional matters, Ireland could only ask for help.
"Go check that plane." He sent the flight information. "One hour. I want to know everything about it and whether it has any safety risks. Move in a covert manner and don't expose yourself."
…
The subordinates responded even faster than Ireland expected - there didn't seem to be any force behind the plane, it was just a simple plane, so the investigation was very efficient.
Information about it was sent to Ireland one after another.
Ireland flipped through the passenger list and his eyes quickly landed on one of the columns - he saw a string of Japanese names, some of which were very famous.
Ireland unfolded the notebook on his lap, typed in the names, and hit enter. Then he realized that they were actors, or more precisely, members of a stage play troupe.
These people have a performance in London tonight, and after the performance, they will take that flight back to Japan tomorrow at noon.
…Why would Uzo let him board such a plane?
In just a moment, countless conspiracy theories flashed through Ireland's mind.
(End of this chapter)
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