South Africa is one hour ahead of the British Empire. When Qin Fei and Mist decided to ask M to verify Red's identity after chatting outside the equipment room, the iron woman was already sleeping with her head covered in the quilt at home.
The ringing of the phone woke Ms. M from her dream. She got up and found that the screen of her confidential mobile phone on the table lit up.
"Dear, what's going on at this late hour?" M's husband, who was sleeping on the bed, was also woken up, but he only raised his head slightly and glanced at M, who was sitting by the bed and holding his mobile phone.
"Well, it's business." M looked at the number and nodded.
"Margaret, you are always so busy." The husband lay back on his pillow and sighed.
Obviously, this was certainly not the first time. Late night phone calls had become a common occurrence. He was used to all this. After marrying M, he naturally had to adapt to this irregular pace of life.
M gathered up his nightgown, stood up from the bed, and walked towards his study.
Outside the bedroom door, she answered the phone.
"Qin, it's very late now. I hope you have a good reason or some good news to disturb my rest." Ms. M walked through the living room to the study room, opened the lock with her fingerprint, and the lights in the room automatically turned on.
After getting up, she walked straight to her desk and sat in a comfortable and wide chair.
"Did you get the SD card?" she asked.
"If I told you that there is no such thing as an SD card, would you believe me?"
Qin Fei's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What?" Ms. M, who was leaning in the chair and rubbing her brows, heard Qin Fei's answer. All her sleepiness disappeared immediately and she sat upright in the chair. "Are you kidding me? How can I answer your call so late?
I didn’t just listen to you teasing me.”
"I also hope this is my joke, madam, things have become complicated. You made me step on a shithole." Qin Fei said unceremoniously: "Rhett is in my hands now, but things have changed.
, he said that he did not have an SD card in his hand, and there was no so-called black ops information at all, it was just a smoke bomb, and he said that he was not a traitor, he was loyal to the British Empire, haha."
"Qin, it's not your first day as a mercenary. You won't let me give you tutoring classes for things like interrogation, right?" Ms. M sounded very unhappy. This is not what someone like me should do.
Things to consider.
Since he has provided all logistical support to Qin Fei, Qin Fei should handle the rest by himself.
Qin Fei said: "Have you heard of MI17? It is also called the Whitehall Secret Intelligence Service, formerly the Secretariat of the Director of Military Intelligence. Does such a department exist?"
"How did you know about this department?" Ms. M's eyes suddenly became sharp and she asked warily: "Did Rhett tell you?"
"Tell me first, is there such a secret department, and the level is very high, even higher than your MI6?" Qin Fei said: "I am working for you now, and I am also waiting for your reply.
, and then decide whether to go to the next room and shoot Mr. Reed in the head."
Ms. M was shocked enough at this moment.
MI17 is different from MI6. To the outside world, this department does not exist at all. Even if the military intelligence departments of many countries are unfamiliar with MI17, they will think that it is just an outdated unit established during World War II and has long been cancelled.
In the long river of history.
Of course, within the British Empire, those senior officials knew that there was such a secret department that was still operating.
Could it be Rhett who told Qin Fei?
What's the purpose?
With countless question marks in her heart, Ms. M must be honest with Qin Fei.
Qin Fei is not a boy scout and cannot be deceived. Moreover, with Rhett in Qin Fei's hands, the operation is already half successful. If he falls out with Qin Fei at this time, it will not be a happy thing. Mercenaries can do anything.
Especially Qin Fei, she knew Qin Fei too well, he could only talk nicely, not forcefully.
"Yes, there is such a department."
After a long silence, Ms. M chose to be honest.
"Reed told me that he confessed after being forced by me. He said that he was an agent recruited by MI17 and was performing a black undercover mission. He was just a bait, so he had to pretend to be a double agent with a lot of intelligence.
Someone contacted him. In fact, he is serving your country." Qin Fei said: "This is the story he told me. He said that you can verify his identity with Baron Harvey, the leader of MI17."
"Harvey?" Ms. M immediately understood that everything Qin Fei said was probably true. Baron Harvey was a mysterious guy and a veteran in the British Empire's intelligence circle.
In his youth, Baron Harvey even held a leadership position in what is now MI6.
Ms. M said: "If he is an undercover agent, then there is a mission code. He should have told you, right?"
"Yes, the mission code is 'Poison'. Mission code: poison001. Please verify it and tell me as soon as possible. The situation in Johannesburg is very complicated now. Someone is already chasing Red. Last night we fought with a group of men in black.
, said to be from the Holy City Army." Qin Fei said.
"Okay, I'll verify it as soon as possible and give you an answer." M said.
The call between the two ended here.
Qin Fei put away his phone, thought blankly for a moment, and said to Mist on the side: "It seems that this Red is really a bit real. The secret department MI17 does exist, and their leader seems to be
That old baron called Harvey."
"So what now?" Mist said, "Things seem to be getting more and more fun."
Qin Fei knew what Mist was referring to.
Once M confirms Red's words, it means that his simple action of retrieving the hard drive has been inadvertently involved in a secret operation of the British Empire's intelligence department. It also means that he will have to fight with those British guys who show off their gentlemanly spirit all day long.
They deal with each other.
"The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. Let's take it one step at a time." Qin Fei said: "Let's go back. I don't care what the British think. The hard drive belongs to us and we have the right to take it back. If you don't give it back,
The worst case scenario is that we’ll break up.”
Mist was obviously shocked by Qin Fei's words.
I thought to myself that this kid is really cruel, and he doesn't care who you are if you go against him.
Back in the equipment room, Qin Fei walked up to Rhett and said, "I have already called Ms. M. I believe she will have the results soon, but before waiting for the results, there are still things that should be done."
"What should we do?" Rhett looked down at the rope on his body: "I am an agent of MI17, not your enemy. Do you want to let me go?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with you." Qin Fei said, "I don't care if you are a real agent or not. I am neither a spy nor an agent. I only know that you stole something that belongs to me. Since you stole it, you must
Come back. By the way, where is the hard drive?"
Rhett's face turned ugly.
Unexpectedly, Qin Fei still didn't buy their MI17 account. This guy seemed to be a debt collector, clinging to the hard drive.
"What? You don't want to give it back?" Qin Fei was too lazy to talk to Red. He found that sometimes, a gun works better than his mouth.
He pulled out the Glock 18 and said to Rhett: "Carmen is dead, and you still have Rosa. Although she has leukemia, she still has a chance to be cured. I don't think you want to give up on her, right?"
Rhett said nothing.
Qin Fei said again: "Okay, the game continues, I will count to three, and you decide whether to tell me where my hard drive is now."
After saying that, he stretched out three fingers again and took them back one by one.