It is still hundreds of kilometers away from the Eritrean capital airport to Tiyo. The road is difficult and takes a long time.
Qin Fei couldn't wait any longer.
Because Mist told himself that the "Deep Eyes" project lived up to expectations. It took more than five hours to finally find a key suspect.
Qin Fei asked Diego, who came to pick him up, to temporarily commandeer an office at the airport to take a look at the results of the mysterious "Deep Eyes" system analysis.
Of all the people, except Qin Fei, no one else knew about the "Deep Eyes".
The analysis results are sent directly to a dedicated confidential mailbox of Mist, and can be viewed directly after downloading.
After clicking on the file, all the intruder's detailed information was displayed in front of everyone.
After seeing the contents of the file clearly, everyone present was shocked.
The identity of this intruder is not simple.
The information sent by the "Deep Eyes" project analysis department showed that the intruder was a man of Egyptian descent from Sester Red, who was forty-one years old.
"Sester Rhett?"
Qin Fei's eyes showed surprise.
Not because of the name, but because of the long resume behind the name.
Sester Reid, nicknamed: Many-faced, Egyptian, British, former MI6 front-line intelligence officer, worked in the embassies of several key countries in the Middle East in the past nine years from 1998 to 2007, hiding his identity.
Sometimes he is the military attache of the embassy, sometimes he is the counselor, sometimes he is the secretary or assistant.
He has served in the British Army's airborne assault force. He has received Scotland Yard counterintelligence and MI6 espionage training. He is good at: sneaking and escaping, and intelligence theft.
"No wonder this guy feels like he is in a deserted place when he enters the palace. It turns out he is an expert!" Mist whistled and his eyebrows twitched. "No wonder he is so professional and his techniques are so meticulous."
"Wow! Former intelligence officer of MI6!" Eric laughed: "Now it's fun, MI6 is involved."
Everyone's eyes fell on Qin Fei.
You know, everyone knows that the relationship between Qin Fei and Ms. M is pretty good.
Old Yu looked on with amusement, looked at Mist and said: "It seems that what was said in the news last time is still true. You are even monitoring your own allies."
"That can't be considered an ally. Didn't you see that this person is no longer a member of MI6, he is just a former member." Mist pointed to a corner of the information and said: "Look, it says here that this person is a dangerous person.
, a double agent is just a two-headed snake. Although it is not mentioned here how he left MI6, I guess he had his identity changed and ran away knowing that MI6 would not let him go."
"Okay, it seems we have to clean up the door for MI6." Lao Yu turned to Qin Fei and said: Do you want to communicate with Ms. M? This person is also their former employee after all, and everyone in the intelligence community has
Not sure what the inside story is...
Qin Fei heard what the old fish meant.
Yes, the intelligence community has always been complex.
Red seems to be an MI6 traitor, who knows if he is actually a traitor?
What if he is just an agent who was ordered to change his identity and become a decoy like himself, or a lurker, performing some secret mission for MI6?
Once he pursues the multi-faceted man Red, he might be killed by mistake during the pursuit. No one can guarantee this, although Qin Fei wants to catch this bastard alive and get back the "A" from him.
"Chiles' heel", but no one can be sure about actual combat.
It seems that it is necessary to communicate with M.
Nowadays, Qin Fei is much more mature than before. The bizarre encounters over the past year have given him the thinking and ability to lead a team. Doing things often cannot rely on temporary passion and impulse.
Only by being stable can you sail the ship of ten thousand years.
MI6 is a long-established intelligence agency, and the X mercenary group does not need to establish a strong opponent and enemy for itself.
"Where is Rhett now?" Qin Fei asked.
Mist put her finger on the touch pad and turned to the last page of the information.
"According to the footage captured by "Deep Eyes", this person was photographed at the International Airport in Johannesburg, and was later photographed with a probe appearing at a station on Central Road. Due to the limited number of probes, it is unknown where he went after that.
People know.”
"In other words, this person is hiding in Johannesburg?" Qin Fei asked.
"There's a good chance that's the case," Mist said.
Qin Fei thought for a while and asked: "Mister, how accurate is your information? Is your system analysis accurate?"
"You mean deep eyes?" Mist said: "This kind of identification system that analyzes external information such as bones, walking patterns, etc. often relies on data modeling. The more object data is collected, the more image data will be
, then the higher the accuracy of the analysis, as far as I know, their modeling levels are divided into three levels, the highest is level 1, and the lowest is level 1.”
He pointed to a mark on the footer of the information.
Qin Fei looked at it and saw a red circle seal with an Arabic numeral "1" in the middle.
"Level 1 is the highest. The accuracy of level 1 can reach more than 75%." Mist said: "That is to say, Red's modeling is very complete, but it is not surprising that he has been in so many embassies.
I have worked there, and there are many cameras in the museum itself. Those cameras will take pictures of his every move. In addition, many of his public official activities will be carried out in some relatively formal and large places, and a lot of image data will be left behind.
Perhaps after he betrayed M16, these data were sealed, and the 'Deep Eyes' project could also obtain them and use them for modeling."
"75%?" Eric couldn't help but ridiculed: "That means we still have a quarter chance that we may miss the point or find the wrong person. You Americans don't claim to have the most powerful intelligence organization.
? Why is it at this level?"
Mist knew that Eric was targeting him, and couldn't help but retorted: "Hey! If you have the ability, go to your Holy Cross assassin. You are so powerful, go and find him! Don't brag to me here!"
When I didn't send the data back for analysis, weren't you at your wits' end? At that time, you were like a dead chicken, and you didn't come up with any decent solutions."
"Fake! Do you want to fight again!?"
"Just fight!?" Mist showed no sign of weakness, "Am I still afraid of you!?"
"Stop arguing! It was quite normal when you two were separated. How come sparks hit the earth when you stand together?!" Qin Fei slapped the table and shouted: "Shut up, everyone! What matters most to us now is
This is about retrieving the hard drive, not internal strife!"
After saying that, he turned around and went out, taking out the satellite phone as he walked.
When he arrived outside the door, Qin Fei looked around and walked along the long second-floor balcony to a secluded end.
From there, you could see the planes taking off and landing at the airport. After making sure the surroundings were safe, Qin Fei pressed Ms. M's number on the phone.
"Qin, I'm really happy to receive your call." Ms. M still had the cold and official tone on the phone, "I thought you died in Mexico. It is said that you were captured?" (To be continued)