The night is getting darker, and the whole street is only illuminated coldly by street lamps. At 2:27 in the morning, the lights in the residential buildings and office buildings on Yinghua Road are cut off. The embassy in Yishan on the side of the street is getting darker and darker.
The hair looks like a ghost building.
Ruined, deserted, without a trace of popularity.
Gu Chen looked at the time on her watch. It was half past two. Ever since she brought a navigation device out, there was no movement inside. They were probably dismantling the most complicated parts. How long did she have?
She didn't know, but what she knew was that if the situation wasn't dealt with by five o'clock in the morning, she would have to retreat immediately.
At five o'clock in the morning, the cleaning vehicles on the road started to work, and the delivery vehicles in the bakery also started to leave. At five o'clock in the morning, Sakura Road was ready to start a new day.
It was already completely silent. Burton Lem, who had been sleeping for about half an hour, woke up. A soldier stood in front of him gently and respectfully, "Colonel, there is no matching information about the man in the photo library.
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Photo? Burton Lem had a dream. When he opened his eyes, the dream was still in his mind, leaving his mind blank for a few seconds.
"What is the highest matching coefficient?" Oh, yes, he remembered it. He asked the soldiers to combine a photo and send it back to the country to see if there would be any unexpected gains.
The soldier handed over the printed photo, "The highest matching degree is only 34%, and the similarity is only 11%. Colonel, there is no information about this man in our photo library."
The United States has a very large electronic database of information, and even its own professionals have no way of knowing how extensive the information in the photo library is.
Over the past few years, as long as the U.S. side finds a suspect, even if the other person covers half of his face and puts it in the photo library for matching, he can find clues about the other person.
Unfortunately, they failed this time and had no information about the man in their photo.
"If he is really an ordinary person, it is normal that there is no information about him." Burton Lem compared the most similar photos sent from China. Even though it was the most similar photo in the photo library, it was not what they were really looking for.
people.
After a whole day of surveillance, the soldiers found nothing.
The couple was never seen again in all the scenes. They really just placed a white chrysanthemum in front of the embassy and stayed for less than ten minutes before leaving.
There is no abnormality at all, and no difference can be seen at all.
"Okay, stop..." Before Burton Lem finished what he said, Brindlow walked in and walked up to him in a few steps, his face tense, and there was a faint twinkle of excitement in his eyes.
It was indeed good news. He could almost smell the smell of gunpowder smoke floating on the tip of his nose when the bullet was fired. Oh, God, he didn't like the smell of smoke or gasoline. What he liked most was the smell of gunpowder smoke.
"Colonel, there is movement among the Japanese people. They found that the people who died in the embassy were not killed by smashing, but died in the hands of others." Brindello was of course very happy. The Japanese people did not die accidentally, but died in the hands of others.
Die at someone else's hands.
So, can he say...that it was people from China who killed people from Japan?
This discovery made the blood in Brindello's body surge with excitement. God, he had rubbed his love gun three times a day, no, no, it should be four times, even when he fell asleep.
