Cold blooded agent

Night Paris

Li Huan nodded and understood that entering this advanced nuclear submarine is related to military secrets, and it is indeed not a place where he can wander at will.

The naval officer briefly explained a few more words, then gave a military salute and politely bid farewell to Li Huan.

The rest cabin was not big. He looked clear and idle. As soon as Li Huan lay in bed, he felt that the whole boat was moving, and the nuclear submarine slowly left the dock...

In the line of submarine soldiers, they should have super endurance and endure loneliness. Submarine navigation, especially this kind of nuclear submarine with a strong endurance, is rarely seen in light and breathable, which can be said to be extremely boring.

As an agent, Li Huan is not used to this kind of boring trip. For him, he can pass his life with a bed. During the voyage, in addition to eating, drinking and Lazar, he basically sleeps in bed and sleeps darkly. This is how he sent him for more than two years in prison, so that the man often comes to see it. His naval officer had to admire that this guy could really sleep.

There is no sun and moon underwater. This nuclear submarine carrying special passengers has been sailing underwater for more than a week. Li Huan knows that when he arrives at the destination, the military will inform him that the nuclear submarine cannot move around at will. His purpose is to sleep and continue to sleep.

A few days later, Li Huan, who was sleeping soundly in bed, heard the sound of knocking on the hatch, opened his sleepy eyes, and heard the sound that he often came to see his naval officer. The officer came at least five times a day and left at a glance. He didn't communicate too much with Li Huan. However, Li Huan didn't hate this officer. As long as the officer appeared, he could at least feel that there were still people in the nuclear submarine.

At this time, the hull seemed to tremble, and even the annoying driver stopped.

The door opened, and the naval officer who met several times every day came in.

"Are you here?" Li Huan sat up from bed and looked at his watch. It should be ten o'clock in the evening.

"Here we are." The naval officer's expression was a little serious.

"Ha ha, you should be happier." Li Huan stood up and smiled and said, "If you send me to my special passenger to your destination, you have successfully completed the task."

The naval officer smiled and did not answer.

The personality of this special passenger is really likable. When he sailed for more than a week, he stayed in the cabin honestly and never caused trouble for himself. Sometimes, he doesn't understand why his superiors stare at him.

"Brother, are you in the Marine Corps?" Li Huanman suddenly asked casually.

The officer was slightly stunned. He glanced at Li Huan and did not answer.

It's good for soldiers to keep their mouths. Li Huan smiled and stopped asking. As early as the officer appeared in front of him, Li Huan judged his identity from his temperament. His cold eyes, short tone, and dark complexion. Needless to say, it seemed that he was not very worried about arranging such a character with two brushes to supervise him.

Li Huan followed the naval officer across the long cabin, down two more spiral ladders and down the spiral ladder. Li Huan was stunned by the scene in front of him. More than 20 gunmen and sailors in naval dresses stood on both sides of the spiral ladder, with a strong appearance. On the sailor side, there were also several senior naval officers standing. Look at the rank, not colonel. It's the colonel.

"Salute!"

Under the order, more than 20 sailors raised their guns at the same time, saluted them, and acted neatly.

Cooperation with the military is different. This is the highest etiquette of the navy. Li Huan passed the sailors who lined up to pay tribute to him, and his blood began to boil. He had never encountered this kind of treatment.

Walking to several senior officers, one of the colonels stretched out his hand to Li Huan.

"Mr. 009, how is this trip going?"

"It's okay." Li Huan shook hands with the colonel with a smile.

"Your destination has arrived. I hope you have a good trip in the future."

"Thank you!" Li Huan politely thanked and glanced at the raft door at the other end of the cabin, where there were still two sailors standing.

"Open the launch capsule." The colonel issued an order.

Two sailors on the side of the raft door skillfully opened the door, pulled out a round pipe, and opened the pipe door, which was as smooth as a mirror.

The colonel smiled and said, "Mr. 009, you just get out of this torpedo pipeline."

Li Huan glanced at the pipe, which just allowed one person to lie down.

"When you go out, your equipment will also be launched from this pipeline. Please pay attention to receiving it."

Li Huan nodded and made it clear.

Changing the frog pedestrian, Li Huan lay in the pipe and was about to wear an oxygen mask when he suddenly remembered something. He tilted his head and smiled at the naval officer who once supervised himself and asked, "Brother, can you know your name?"

The naval officer smiled with a serious expression and said, "Zhang Ziwen."

"That's a good name. I hope to have a chance to meet." Li Huan waved to Zhang Ziwen to say goodbye.

"Take care." Zhang Ziwen didn't say much, but his eyes were hot, and he gave a standard military salute to Li Huan.

"Close the pipeline and get ready to launch!" The colonel issued an order again.

With a "slap", the pipe was closed. Li Huan quickly put on an oxygen mask, and then felt the pipe sliding into the launch trajectory. This thing is good. Launching torpedoes has become a living person. Li Huan, who enjoys this treatment for the first time, is slightly stimulated.

"Slaunch!" The colonel gave an order.

A sailor pressed the launch button, and the launch pipe pushed in an instant. With a "huh", Li Huan felt his body sliding forward and ejected rapidly. Then he felt that his body was slow, cold all over, and there seemed to be resistance. Li Huan's body had been successfully ejected into the sea, and the blisters were bursting. The powerful inertia made his body roll a few times in the dark sea.

Just after controlling the tossing body, another dense blister appeared not far away. Two dark objects loomed in the blisters. It should be the equipment launched from the torpedo tube. Li Huan saw it clearly and swam over quickly.

Grasp the object, Li Huan groped for a rope, pulled it gently, and the object slowly expanded and bigger, gradually forming an oval rubber boat. Li Huan grabbed another backpack-like object and slowly rose the expanded rubber boat. Fortunately, the diving distance of the nuclear submarine was not deep, less than 50 meters, otherwise The pressure of the sea had to burst his blood vessels, but that's it, Li Huan still felt a dull pain in his temples.

With a soft sound, the rubber boat took Li Huan to the surface of the water. He climbed over the rubber boat and removed the oxygen mask. Li Huan took a deep breath. It was fresh. For more than a whole week, Li Huan finally breathed fresh air.

The bright moon, stars and sea breeze are sparkling. Rowing rubber boats in this black and blue sea is a little poetic and picturesque. After two hours of rowing, you can already see the faint flashing lights on the coastline...

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Visually measuring that the coastline was less than two nautical miles, Li Huan carried his backpack, packed it up, slid into the sea along the edge of the rubber boat, released the gas, and the rubber boat gradually sank.

It took Li Huan a while to swim across the two nautical miles. When his feet touched the beach under the shallow sea, Li Huan gasped slightly. He hadn't exercised so much for a long time.

The moon star is bright, and you can faintly see the staggered tents and sun umbrellas on the beach. Li Huan judged that the place to dock should be a seaside bath.

He chose a secluded reef and hid it on the shore and hid it in the messy reef. Li Huan neatly took off his wet tight wet wetsuit, pulled out the waterproof black backpack, took out the prepared casual clothes and replaced it, and took out the contents one by one. Maps, watches, microsatellite locators, and a dagger with a scabbard. Cold, M.O.D defense master, American-made, professional tactical dagger.

The backpack was not big. Li Huan turned the backpack upside down and shook it. There was nothing in it.

Shit, where's the gun? Why don't you even have a gun?

Your mother, Li Huan wanted to swear. He touched his pocket. Fortunately, there was still a stack of euros in the inner pocket of his clothes. He casually counted it. Not much, it was only 3,000 yuan.

There are no weapons or passports, and there are no items that can prove their identity.

Li Huan thought carefully that the government's work this time was indeed watertight. The top secret and particularity of the task prevented the government from leaving him anything valuable. He would rather spend a lot of money on a nuclear submarine to his destination than leave any entry records at the border.

It may be a good way to find a snake head smuggling, but once Li Huan's mission fails and is arrested, it is not difficult for the intelligence department of the host country to find evidence of leaving China from the snake head. If you take a nuclear submarine with super endurance, you don't have to worry about leaving clues, and the military is confident that the invasion of the nuclear submarine will not be detected. It has been proved that the Type 094 nuclear submarine has successfully completed its transportation task.

At this moment, Li Huan felt that he was really alone. He knew very well that if he was accidentally arrested, even if he couldn't stand the punishment, it would be useless to confess that it was instructed by the government.

He can't prove his nationality or identity. There is a Chinese face in vain. At that time, the government will just deny it. Maybe he will give him a mentally ill hat to wear it. Li Huan can't be clearer about these Taiji push-style policies.

Li Huan now has nothing except the blacklist and a broken dagger for self-defense. To put it bluntly, he is now a black killer. It can't be more appropriate for him, a prisoner on death, to carry out his mission. This can't help but be said to be a disguised decline.

Everything had to be completed by himself. Li Huan sighed gently and had no way back. He took over the life-changing task. In addition to continuing, he still continued...

Li Huan put useless things such as wetsuits in his backpack and threw a few stones into the sea. He turned on the microsatellite locator to determine its orientation, and then looked at the map manual, which is about 100 kilometers away from the city center.

Packing up the items, Li Huan walked to the beach full of small tents.

It's late at night, but there are still many people walking and playing on the beach. This beach is mostly a tourist attraction, and more casual oriental people like him are not conspicuous.

When Li Huan passed by some tents, he heard a lot of reverieful ambiguity. Westerners were still open. Without saying it, the movement was still big. Some tents swayed as if they were about to collapse. The moan seemed to vent their physiological excitement and satisfaction. What's more attractive thing was that the tent was still bright, and the exaggerated ambiguous posture of men and women was very clear. Xi, Li Huan couldn't help but want to get a glimpse of the Spring Palace at the scene.

Suppressing the curious and stupid heart in his heart, Li Huan walked to the exit of the beach. On the way, he met several security personnel. In the group of agents, hiding and lurking are the basic principles, and calmness and calmness are the basic cultivation. Li Huan has the necessary qualities for all these excellent agents. Look at his leisurely appearance of tourists. The security guards looked at him and stopped paying attention.

Walking on the highway, several taxis with empty car signs stopped on the roadside to attract passengers. Li Huan waved. A taxi approached him and stopped. It got into the rear seat. The driver smiled politely at Li Huan.

"Sir, where are you going?"

A fluent string of French popped out of Li Huan's mouth: "Go to the Champs-Élysées."

The driver was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Li Huan, who had an oriental face, with an authentic Parisian accent in his mouth.

Turning on the road, the taxi quickly drove onto the highway to Paris. The language was connected. The driver chatted with Li Huan from all over the world. With Li Huan's rich knowledge of humanities and geography, coupled with his usual leisure style, the driver quickly got along with Li Huan, who was very friendly. He talked and laughed all the way, unconsciously, at night. Paris is far away...

Li Huan, the romantic capital of Paris, France, is the Nth time he has come to this country, but every time he comes here, it is not a good thing, and this time it is no exception.

The taxi drove along the beautiful Seine River. From afar, I saw the towering of the Paris Tower towering in the night sky. The lights decorated the tower bloomed brilliantly, setting off this world-famous building with incomparable magnificence and magnificence.

Through the Arc de Triomphe, the famous Champs-Élysées arrived. Late-night taxi is at the price of C, 7 euros per kilometer. It is useless to get familiar with the driver. The fare of more than 700 euros makes Li Huan really painful.

Since it is a romantic capital, Paris in the night has charming charm. The street lights are bright, neon lights flash, and giant advertising signs are more gorgeous under colorful lights. There are still many people on the street, but there are not many cars, and there is less noise and noise during the day, which makes Paris more amorous and charming in the middle of the night.

There is a crossroads in the middle section of the Champs-Élysées. Li Huan cooked the road and turned to a relatively secluded street. This is a mall. The branches and leaves of the French sycamore trees on both sides will almost be covered with medieval street lights, making this already a little secluded street more quiet.

This street is a paradise for lovers to meet. Under the shade of trees and on the lawn, many lovers are paired in pairs, either indulgent in selfish desires or lingering kissing. At this time, Li Huan is a lonely figure. The contrast is bright, and the dim lights stretch his figure very long, looking lonely and lonely.

Through the boulevard, Li Huan entered a residential area. The greening on both sides of the residential area is good. Behind the lawn, wooden buildings are unique in shape, and some small buildings are faint and bright.

Li Huan walked to a slightly old two-story wooden building with No. 102. There was no light in the wooden building. It seemed that the owner of the house had fallen asleep. Li Huan walked up the wooden ladder, rang the doorbell, two long and two short, and pressed four times in a row. This is the previously agreed code. I believe that no matter how sleepy the owner is, he should hear it.

The light in the wooden building turned on, followed by the sound of footsteps downstairs. The door opened, and a chubby face came into Li Huan's eyes. The oriental face, the small eyes were still a little confused and seemed to have not wake up.

"Damn it, Brother Huan, why are you?" When the fat man saw Li Huan clearly, his sleepiness seemed to be half eliminated.

It's better to have a local accent. This sound of "I rely on" made Li Huanbei feel friendly.

"Ha ha... I haven't seen you for a long time. Didn't you disturb your dream?" Li Huan patted the fat man on the shoulder with a smile. He hasn't seen him for more than two years, and this guy has gained a little fat again.

"Unlucky, you really disturbed my dream..." The fat man muttered, "I was dreaming of having s*x with the woman I secretly fell in love with. As soon as I peeled off her underwear, I was woken up by the doorbell. Brother Huan, it's really time for you."

After saying that, the fat man swallowed his saliva, as if he was recalling it. At the same time, his eyes were full of deep regret.

"Don't complain!" Li Huan looked at the fat man with a reluctant face and said with a smile, "Why are you standing at the door?" Let me enter the house and get something more food by the way. The fat man stood at the door like a meat mountain and couldn't get in at all.

Only then did the fat man realize that Li Huan was still standing at the door, "Oh" and quickly let Li Huan into the house.

The living room can only be described in a messy word. Dirty clothes and socks can be seen everywhere, filled with a strong smell of men's sweat and feet. I'm afraid the dust on the table has not been wiped for weeks. Sloppy, Li Huan frowned. The fat man really had been like a few years, and there was no change. The broken vase placed on the refrigerator was seen there when I met the fat man. The black dirt was still there, the mouth of the bottle was still incomplete, and the flowers in the vase were still the bouquet I saw in those years, dry, black and moldy.

The fat man was very obedient. He entered the house and didn't ask Li Huan's intention. He went into the kitchen by himself. Li Huan pulled away a pile of dirty clothes and stinky socks on the sofa and sat down. He picked up the magazine on the sofa boredly. As soon as he turned it over, Li Huan was immediately attracted by the exquisite pictures in the magazine.

The fat man's hobby taste has not changed at all. As long as the magazine in his room, the theme is absolutely eternal. The pictures in the magazine are full of s*x. Blondes pose in seductive positions, or naked, breasts and plump buttocks. The privacy of women are clear. Among them, the pictures of the Spring Palace of strong men and beautiful women are even more exaggerated. It's touching.

Almost all men like this taste. Every time they come to the fat man to study s*x, it is definitely Li Huan's pleasure. I have to wait for a while. At this time, Li Huan will study it in depth.

"Okay..." The fat man who came out of the kitchen shouted and interrupted Li Huan, who was "learning" seriously.

Meals have been set up on the table, including onion soup, foie gras, buttered bread slices, and a small glass of aperitif. A typical French snack, when you go to the fat man, you will never treat your stomach badly.

The fat man's cooking skills are really good. Coupled with the s****l desire-assisted appetite of watching the Spring Palace map, the food on the table was quickly swept away by Li Huan. After eating, Li Huan wiped his lips with a napkin. The food tasted good, and his full comfort made him look very satisfied.

After making a cup of black tea, the fat man sat down opposite Li Huan and asked, "Brother Huan, where have you been in the past two years?" Why did you come now? I'm about to break here." Listening to the tone, he didn't seem to know about Li Huan's entrance to prison.

"Ha ha, it's hard to say a word. It's okay not to say anything about the past two years. By the way, how did you get along like this in the past two years? Li Huan looked at the old appearance of the house and knew that this guy had been miserable in the past two years, but he didn't understand why this guy didn't lose weight.

"Nonsense, I haven't had oil for more than two years. Can I feel better?" The fat man seems to have seized the opportunity to complain.

"Don't cry for me. Didn't I leave you 100,000 euros when I left? Have you run out?"

"100,000? s**t, I've been in Paris for more than two years. 100,000 yuan is enough. Fortunately, this house is my legacy left to me by my uncle, otherwise I wouldn't even have a place to live.

"You fat man, don't know how to find a job? You are so good at cooking. Can't you just find a job in a restaurant? Li Huan looked at the fat man and doubted what he said.

"Come on, I accidentally got into your thief boat and did so many exciting things with you before. Now you ask me to go out to serve people, and I'm not interested." The fat man's head shook like a wavy drum.

There is a kind of person's mind that is very strange. Once he is recognized, he will go on without hesitation. Listening to the tone of the fat man, he seems to be only interested in exciting things.

Li Huan glanced at the fat man and showed a trace of regret in his eyes. The fat man's cooking skills were very good. When he met this guy, he was still a famous chef in a French restaurant. Now the fat man is unwilling to resume his old job, and it's still his fault to dare.

At this time, the fat man's eyes were a little bright and continued, "Brother Huan, I've been waiting for you for the past two years. Now you're back. Hey, what's the big deal this time?"

"Se and sell?" Li Huan shook his head and said, "Have you done business? I just came to you to get things. Are those things still there?" After saying that, Li Huan made a gesture.

No business? The fat man was slightly stunned. Looking at Li Huanbi's gesture, the fat man said disappointedly, "It's still there. You don't let me trade alone. If you haven't been here for the past two years, I've always listened to you, and I haven't moved."

"Ha ha, that's good. It's good that you can listen to me." Li Huan is very satisfied that the fat man hasn't made his own ideas for more than two years.

"What's good? Those things can't be eaten here, and now I'm so poor. Brother Huan, it's up to you. You can't starve me here, can you?"

Shit, is this fat man really going to blackmail himself in his life? Li Huan said helplessly, "It's useless to look at me now. Aren't I too poor?" Now there are more than 2,000 yuan on your body. Let's divide it into half of the assembly. After Li Huan finished speaking, he took out a pile of banknotes from his inner pocket, and directly distributed half of it to the fat man.