The darkness of the night was the natural cover for evil, and it was also the time for all schemes and malicious love to breed.
A man wearing a black coat and a cap walked out from the side of the road. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, he tapped his foot lightly and his whole body seemed to move more than ten meters horizontally. With a few strange flashes, he suddenly appeared at the iron gate of Navy Branch 153.
"Who's there?"
The soldiers on duty at the gate were startled and quickly pointed their guns at the man.
"Please inform Colonel Yarlin that the messenger is here!" The hoarse and low voice was like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue. The soldiers looked at the pair of deeply sunken eye sockets under the cap and couldn't help but shudder.
"You guys keep an eye on him, I'll go report!"
"Okay!"
One of the soldiers quickly ran to the main administrative building. Colonel Yarlin shouldn't be resting at this time, and the remaining soldiers were on alert with guns.
After about three minutes, the soldier who reported the message quickly walked back and lowered his guard to the soldiers around him. Then he opened the door and said, "Colonel Yarlin invites you in!"
"No intention of coming out to greet me?" Gilas blinked and followed behind the soldier, passing through the field. It was already very late, but he could still see some soldiers patrolling with guns. In the corner of the field not far away, there were even some half-naked navy officers who were still training.
Knock knock knock!
"Come in!" A low voice came from behind the door. The voice was very steady, without a trace of fluctuation in tone, indicating that the person who spoke was very calm.
The soldier pushed the door open and motioned for Gilas to go in. Then he stood at the door and saluted the man in the military uniform in the room, closed the door again, and left.
The first thing Jarras did was to observe the layout of the room. There was a desk, a chair, two simple bookshelves, and a spacious sofa. It could be said that the layout was simple and plain, but the whole room gave off a spacious feeling.
There was a man standing next to the spotless window. There were two open letters stacked on the corner of the table beside his hand. He looked over, and the corner of his mouth hooked up with a thought-provoking arc. "Guest from the Navy Intelligence and Investigation Department, should I call you Star, or something else?"
There was no fluctuation in the calm voice, there was no anger, only a kind of coldness. Gilas' pupils shrank slightly, and his face remained unchanged: "I am a member of the World Government's Marine Headquarters Intelligence Department, Cipherpol No. 6, or CP6, codename Gilas. The Star you mentioned is the codename of my other companion."
“Cp6？” Yarlin looked at Gilas, and his fingertips gently rubbed the open letter: "Secret Spy Department, so, do you belong to the Marine Headquarters, or do you directly belong to the World Government?"
It sounds like the Marine Headquarter and the World Government are the same thing, but in fact, there are some differences. The Marine Headquarter and the World Government may take diametrically opposite measures to deal with the same problem. After all, the Marine Headquarter represents the will of the Marine Headquarter. Even if the roots are rotten, the blood of the Marine Headquarter still flows in the bones, while the World Government is a pure politician from the skin to the bones.
As for who is more dangerous, this can't be arbitrarily concluded. Toughness or cunning can only be regarded as part of the dangerous factors, and the specifics depend on the situation and posture taken at the time.
Therefore, Yarlin must now figure out whether Gilas belongs to the Marine Headquarters or the World Government. Of course, in most cases, the will of the World Government is inevitably higher than that of the Marine Headquarters.
"Captain Yarlin's sense of smell is really quite keen. The general Marine doesn't care about such details." Gilas smiled and said: "On the surface, I belong to the intelligence department of the Marine Headquarters, but in fact, I belong to the secret spy of the World Government. CP6 is an invisible, or even non-existent department in the eyes of many high-level forces and even in the eyes of most high-level Marine Headquarters."
"Using one layer of spy identity to cover another layer of spy disguise, I have to say, it's quite a clever approach!" Yarlin shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "So, why tell this secret? Shouldn't this kind of thing be taken all the way to the grave? "
"In order to show that I didn't come with malice, so as not to let Yarlin misunderstand the threat that may be in those two letters."
"Yes! This is not a threat! " Yarlin picked up the letter with two fingers and shook it in the air, making the crisp sound of the paper. He interrupted Gilas's words and said with a meaningful affirmation: "Especially after Captain Smoker, who suddenly intervened, caught the absconding Lippa, this kind of paper thing is not dangerous. After all, there is a saying that when you have too many debts, you don't have to worry about it. Hehe ~ I guess you didn't intend to appear in front of me so soon."
Arlen casually tossed the letter back onto the table. A cold look appeared on his face as he looked at Jarras. In the depths of his heart, however, he had another thought. Smoker bit on the bait that I deliberately threw out. It looked dangerous, but it wasn't fatal at all. On the contrary, this seemingly baseless and purely conjecture report is the real weapon that kills without spilling blood!
"No, in front of the Marine Headquarters, you may still need to pay attention to evidence. Captain Yarlin, you still have a chance to defend yourself, but believe me, the World Government is darker than you think. They want to strangle a potential danger, so they won't look for evidence. A suspicion is enough … Of course, I have to admit that Smoker's matter is indeed beyond my expectations. I never wanted Captain Yarlin to be in danger. This is completely inconsistent with my original intention." Gilas pursed the corners of his mouth, and the wrinkled dry skin on his face squeezed together, looking unusually terrible and cold. He smiled and said: "The reason why I confessed my true identity, in addition to showing my sincerity, is to remind Captain Yarlin that this report is very likely to appear on the tables of the Marine Headquarters and the World Government at the same time."
"It turned out that you were afraid that I would lose my mind and not understand the danger of this report, so you came to deepen the strength of this bargaining chip." Yarlin thought in his heart, but a faint worry flashed on his face. "So, now you can tell me why you came here, and how are you going to help me deal with Smoker's accident?"
Smart people didn't need to point things out. They were able to guess each other's thoughts in a single exchange.
Gilas really caught the subtle momentary change in the expression on Yarlin's face. He calmed down a little and smiled: "No matter what crime Smoker tries to frame you for, we will never let him succeed. In addition, this report signed by my colleagues will be changed until Captain Yarlin is satisfied, and the price is just to borrow Captain Yarlin's amazing ability …"
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