Qin Fei and Charlotte walked out of the customs gate. There was a middle-aged man in a suit in the airport hall holding a sign that read: Welcome Mr. Feillen.
This is a code word that M and Qin Fei agreed on on the phone.
Qin Fei walked over with Charlotte, and the visitor put down the sign, smiled at the two of them and bowed slightly, looking like a gentleman.
Obviously, M had already shown the photos of the two of them to the person picking them up at the airport.
"MR.QIN?" the visitor asked tentatively in a standard London accent.
Qin Fei nodded.
"I'm Federer." The man in the suit introduced himself in a polite manner: "It's Ms. M who asked me to pick you two up to meet her. Please come with me."
After saying that, he walked to Charlotte and reached out to take her suitcase.
Along the way, Qin Fei deliberately booked an economy class ticket and did not help Charlotte carry her luggage.
It's not that Qin Fei doesn't have the gentlemanly demeanor, or that he can't afford the money for first-class business class, but Qin Fei wants to see if this pampered princess in the past has the courage to face reality today.
If a person is at a low point, if he is still nostalgic for yesterday's glory and cannot extricate himself, and is still extremely arrogant, then he is not worthy of conquering the world for her.
Fortunately, Charlotte did not disappoint Qin Fei.
A group of three people walked out of the airport lobby, and a Jaguar car was parked outside the door.
After getting in the car, the driver shifted into gear, and the car left the parking area and drove towards the city center.
Qin Fei seemed a little tired and had to tighten his nerves and be careful about his surroundings along the way.
No one knows what Gary is thinking. It stands to reason that now that he is sure of victory, he will not care about a worthless person like Charlotte, let alone go to great lengths to hunt down this princess who has lost her feathers and is no longer as good as a chicken.
However, there is an old saying in country Z that "careful sailing can sail a thousand years", and Qin Fei's professional habits make him always cautious in doing things. After all, there is no harm in doing so.
Qin Fei didn't sleep well last night.
After coming out of Victor's hangar and returning to the camp, Qin Fei began to formulate a battle plan.
Developing a combat plan is not a simple matter. Recruiting troops, targeted training, preparation of logistics supplies, and collection of intelligence data must all be considered within the overall plan. In fact, it is not the same as conducting an actual combat deduction.
What a difference.
Qin Fei, Lao Yu, Zhou Yifa and others temporarily laid out a map in the war room and conducted a deduction on all possible battles.
Although many areas are not yet mature, the general battle plan is already clear.
Before leaving Tiyo, Qin Fei told Yifa to secretly begin to identify suitable sources of soldiers among the soldiers currently participating in the training camp, and to consciously carry out training on amphibious landing operations in the near future.
As for the squad of the X Mercenary Group and the powerful platoon released on Monday, they will all be handed over to Lao Yu.
Lao Yu is responsible for organizing everyone to conduct infiltration and attack training, especially the raids and control of Comoro's airport, radio station and dock transportation points.
After making better arrangements, Qin Fei only had three hours of sleep. He left Tiyo at dawn in the morning and arrived at the Eritrean capital airport to take a flight to London.
After a connecting flight, it took a full eleven hours to finally reach the destination.
As the Jaguar crossed the Millennium Bridge, Charlotte looked out the window at the London Eye beside the Thames, feeling a little lost.
A few months ago, she had been to Europe. At that time, he was still a princess surrounded by stars. After a few months, when she came back here, she had nothing. Moreover, her father and brother passed away, and the world seemed to have changed in just a few days.
There have been earth-shaking changes.
The car phone suddenly rang, and Qin Fei, who was resting with his eyes closed, woke up from his daze.
Federer grabbed the phone, put it to his ear and listened, then handed it to Qin Fei in the back row.
"Ms. M's phone number."
Qin Fei took the microphone, but before he could speak, M's voice came from the other end.
"Qin, welcome to London."
"Madam, I'm glad you agreed to see me." Qin Fei said, "I thought it would be difficult for friends to lend a helping hand at this time."
"Of course not. You are a capable person. For us, what we appreciate most is a capable person. Just like a businessman with assets, banks are always willing to grant very high loans." M said: "You
Don’t worry, I’ve arranged everything for you when you called before. You come to Whitehall first and wait for someone when we meet. I’ll arrange for everyone to sit down and enjoy dinner in the evening. There are many things we can talk about at the dining table.”
"Thanks to Madam for your kindness, I, Qin Fei, will keep it in mind. We Z people have an old saying, a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. Don't worry, if you are tired, you help me this time, I will remember it." Qin Fei is not arrogant.
Despicable way.
M said generously: "I think you are being polite. In fact, I am just a thread. I can't guarantee anything. France is our ally, but I won't dictate their affairs. Can I convince the other party? I want to
It’s up to you.”
"Okay, that's enough. I'll do my best."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Fei handed the phone back to Federer.
Soon after, the car entered Westminster, turned from Trafalgar Square into Whitehall Street, and stopped in front of No. 2.
Whitehall Street is where the administrative departments of the capital of the Empire are concentrated. It is just across the street from Downing Street, where the Prime Minister has his office. No. 2 Whitehall is a Victorian-style building. On the top corner of the building is a
A flagpole, with the national flag of the Empire on which the sun never sets, swaying gently in the night wind.
Federer led the two of them around to an unmarked small door on the side, raised his hand and knocked.
After a while, the door creaked open.
A man who looked like a security guard wearing a large hat pulled us and scanned the three of them warily.
Federer took out his ID and handed it to the security guard.
"This is Ms. M's guest. She is waiting to see us."
The security guard looked at Federer's ID, confirmed it was correct, and pointed to the opposite side of the building's lobby: "She is in the office, you can go there by yourself."
Walking through the long corridor, the interior of this building does not look grand, but rather simple.
The light in the corridor has a warm yellow color, which shines on everyone, making people feel a little drowsy.
Finally, after passing through two corridors, I finally came to an old-style elevator.
Federer made a gesture of invitation, with Qin Fei taking the lead, Charlotte following, Federer at the end, and the three of them filed into the elevator.
Amidst the rhythmic sound of the chain pulling, the elevator climbed to the third floor, and Federer led the two of them along the long corridor again.
Qin Fei felt that there were almost countless corridors here, as if he had entered a maze. He suddenly understood that these places might have been deliberately designed to make those who had evil intentions here get confused and lose their target even if they entered.
Coming to an unmarked door again, Federer straightened his clothes, straightened his back, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door respectfully.