Since that's the case, Cang Hao stopped tempting and just said: "If Guinheim wants to obtain your information, he may want to find another place to rebuild the Nazi base. ★Wくw    W√. ★8く1くz★W.CoM"

"Yes." Guderian breathed heavily: "God, you can't let these Nazis succeed, otherwise they will turn the whole world into a slaughterhouse..."

Patricia said meaningfully: "It is better to pray to us than to pray to God at this time. Don't forget that we saved your life..."

"I know..." Guderian pressed his hands on his chest and said with great emotion: "Thank you, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do..."

After all, Patricia was once a double spy and was very good at observing words and expressions. It was obvious that Cang Hao was interested in Guderian's technical information.

In fact, Patricia's words were intended to remind Goodrian to thank Cang Hao.

As expected, Guderian really expressed his gratitude to Cang Hao. The problem was that there was only language, but no practical action.

Cang Hao understood the meaning of Patricia and shook his head slightly at Patricia, meaning not to say anything else. Obviously, Goodrian would not hand over the information easily. She was not unaware of Cang Hao's purpose, but was just pretending to be confused on purpose.

"My son, like you, works for Sigma Labs... Of course he was also cheated," Newcastle told Goodrian.

Goodrien was slightly stunned: "Your son? Who is it?"

Newscar told Goodrian proudly: "His name is Jason Newscar."

"It turned out to be Jason..." Goodrian actually knew Jason and told Newscal: "He is a gentle young man, and everyone likes him very much... But I think I have been missing for a long time, and no one knows where he went."

When talking about this, Newcastal became even more proud: "He died with the Nazis!"

Patricia helped explain: "The base of the Nazi group has been completely destroyed. Today we can meet in this hotel alive. Thanks to Jason, who destroyed the base of Nazi."

Guderian nodded thoughtfully: “So that’s it.”

Patricia said to Newescal again: "Your son is a hero, but... not everyone is a hero."

Patricia's words were somewhat ridiculous. Jason thought of destroying the conspiracy when he knew the Nazi conspiracy, but Guderian thought of using intelligence to exchange personal security.

Goodrian heard what Patricia meant and said with a wry smile: "I am just a woman, and they have a whole army, and I can't do anything to them..."

Patricia sneered and said, "I am also a woman, but I am protecting you now, what else do you want to say?"

Goodrian stuttered a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth in the end.

From the moment we met, Patricia had a bad impression of Guderian. This woman only cared about personal life safety and did not take others to heart.

While listening to the movement outside, Cang Hao took out his cell phone and called Mr. K: "Thank you very much for your sniper, I helped a lot just now."

Mr. K exhaled a long sigh: "It's good to be able to help."

"Also, Goodrian is with me now..."

"Really?" Mr. K hurriedly asked, "Mr. Cang, aren't you kidding me?"

"Of course not." Cang Hao told Mr. K word by word: "She is a woman in her fifties... I really can't understand why she used the name of a German savage as her code name. In any case, she is safe now."

"Thank God." Mr. K said a little excitedly: "Mr. Cang, I beg you to ensure that Guderian is safe."

"Tell you honestly, the Nazi incident has ended here for me, and I don't want to continue to participate. Unexpectedly, your Goodrian actually pulled me back..." Sighing, Cang Hao said helplessly: "I am trapped in the hotel now and can't even go out. How should you repay me?"

"I'm sorry to get you into this matter, but I have to say that I'm very glad you are in the hotel because you have the ability to stop these Nazis." After a pause, Mr. K said righteously: "Mr. Cang, you are a very responsible person. You are not unaware of what these Nazis want to do. If they succeed, they will turn the whole world into a slaughterhouse. You are a Chinese, a yellow person. In the eyes of the Nazis, you are a completely inferior nation..."

Cang Hao interrupted Mr. K: "Do you want to say that if you don't stop the Nazis, everyone will be in trouble, including me?"

Mr. K laughed dryly: "Is this..."

"There are so many countries in the world who are mortal enemies with the Nazis, especially the e-country and your mcountry. If you have these countries, I still need an ordinary mercenary to worry too much?" He chuckled, and Cang Hao continued: "Mr. k, as a senior leader of the CIA, I think you are a bit incompetent."

Mr. K is very dissatisfied: "Why am I incompetent?"

"Huaxia is already an important country in the world. You should fully study China in this position of the CIA and understand the humanities and social culture of China. If you are competent, you should understand. Don't talk about the great truths to the Chinese..." Another sarcastic smile, Cang Hao continued: "Every Chinese grew up listening to various great truths, so they are immune to the great truths. In fact, the essence of all great truths is the same, that is, use various mysterious and mysterious morals to require you to contribute for free or even die for free. So for many years, we have basically heard this ear and that ear. No one really takes it seriously. You know that I am a Chinese and still tell me such great truths. Isn't it incompetent?"

Mr. K was speechless for a moment: "This..."

"Let's talk about it more truthful, Mr. K, I can hand over Goodrian to you. How are you going to thank me?"

"I can give you money..." Mr. K offered an amount without hesitation, which was really tempting: "Aren't you a mercenary? I know you like money very much. Now I think you have taken on a mission. As long as you complete this mission, I will give you the money in full. You have worked with the CIA several times, and you should know that we are still very commercially trustworthy."

"You mentioned the word 'business', which is perfect. It's just a business." Cang Hao sneered: "But, you didn't say anything right. I don't really love money. Of course, I like money very much, because with money I can do a lot of things I want to do, but I also know that there are too many things that are more important than money. However, I'm at the first step and risking my life, but the reason is that it has nothing to do with me. If you don't get any blood, wouldn't you treat me as cannon fodder?"

"Maybe you are right, but I want to remind you, Mr. Cang..." Mr. K smiled meaningfully: "We don't know that the Nazis were involved in such a huge force. Now they probably don't care about you, but as long as they get what they want, they will start dealing with you immediately."

"I'll talk about it when they deal with me." Cang Hao said indifferently: "As long as I hide in my base, no one can do anything to me. Although the base camp of the Blood Lion Mercenary is not as inaccessible as the underwater pyramid, it is not something that others can come and go as soon as they want."

"Okay..." Mr. K sighed: "Then let's treat this as your employment task!"

"Keep in touch." After throwing this sentence over, Cang Hao hung up the phone.

When Cang Hao was talking, he kept paying attention not to let Guderian hear anything. When Cang Hao put away his phone, Patricia came over: "What do you say from the CIA?"

"Promise to give me a lot of money." Cang Hao checked the ammunition, looked at Guderian meaningfully, and then said, "But what I want most about this matter is actually not money."

Patricia nodded: "I understand what you mean."

"How many athletes do you see pretending?"

"I saw fifteen in the lobby..." Patricia calculated in detail: "I just killed three in Newscal's room, and two more were killed when I fought with Guinheim before, and there were only nine left, plus Guinheim himself had ten."

"I killed two when I came out of my room, and that's the eight left..." After a pause, Cang Hao added: "To be precise, there are at least eight more. I suspect that Guinheim has other people, but they have not appeared for the time being."

"There is this possibility." Patricia nodded: "Since Guinheim himself can pretend to be a tourist, it cannot be ruled out that there are other Nazis among the tourists."

"So we must stay away from other tourists." Cang Hao said meaningfully: "We are a hundred years old, and we have already identified our identities, and there is no problem with them. If other people appear in front of us, we must be careful. We cannot know what this person's true identity is."

Patricia nodded: "I understand."

"Anyway, be careful." Cang Hao felt helpless when he recalled how he was deceived by Guinheim. This really corresponded to the old saying - he was pecked at the eyes of geese all day long. From the beginning, he didn't see who this middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual was. Cang Hao never thought that the leader of the Gestapo was by his side. If it weren't for the leader of the Gestapo who had other purposes, he would be afraid that he would have died now.

"There's another thing..." Patricia said slowly, dragging her long tone: "Guinheim should have foreign players, that is, someone from outside provides him with information."
Chapter completed!