The sky lit up slightly, and the fish belly turned white.
Matthew is checking the three documents in his hand.
"No problem, I've carefully forged it and it's enough to handle most inspections."
The former 'big thief' said confidently.
"Can you give me a little more confidence?"
"Today is the funeral of 'Siwok VII', so the inspection must be very strict!"
Rodney picked up his own 'secret agent certificate' and muttered in a low voice.
"Nothing can be done 100%!"
"Seventy percent is enough to do it!"
Matthew emphasized.
"Seventy percent?"
"No, no, no!"
"Everything is half-and-half, it either succeeds or it fails - percentage? It doesn't exist!"
Rodney, the fat information dealer, shook his head repeatedly.
Tanier silently picked up his own 'secret agent certificate'.
Materials are top quality.
Beautiful workmanship.
There was no difference from the 'secret agent certificate' he had seen before.
He couldn't find any flaws.
This is true whether it is the stamp on it, the photo, or the paper.
At least, he couldn't see it.
"Thanks."
Taniel expresses his sincere thanks.
Although he believed that even without the 'secret agent certificate' they were guarding, and with their friend Jason around, they could sneak in without anyone noticing, but there were easier ways, and no one was willing to choose a more difficult one.
"You're welcome."
"If I help you, you are also helping me."
"Telte has been getting weirder and weirder lately - it seems to be operating as Fatty and I speculated, but... it always gives me a feeling of being 'too smooth'."
Matthew said and looked at Rodney.
The latter also nodded.
"Yeah, very deliberate."
"Anyway, be careful."
Rodney looked solemn.
At this time, Jason walked out of the basement.
"Morning, Jason."
Taniel smiled and said hello.
Matthew and Rodney nodded quickly.
The former handed over the certificate, and the latter picked up the cloak.
"Set off?"
Taniel picked up the breakfast prepared by Matthew.
"Um!"
Jason took the 'secret agent's certificate', put on a large cloak to cover his whole body, and then picked up the sandwich in the dining basket in Taniel's hand.
The sandwich is traditional ham and egg.
Cheese is also added, the eggs are fried until crispy, and the ham is pure meat.
After one bite, the softness of the bread was mixed with the crispness of the fried egg, and the texture was quite good. When the flavor of meat and cheese filled the taste buds, Jason gave Matthew a thumbs up.
"Matthew, when you retire, you can open a restaurant."
Rodney said this.
Although he and Matthew have always had the habit of quarreling, Rodney also admires Matthew's cooking skills.
After swallowing three ham sandwiches in a few clicks, Jason opened the 'secret agent's ID'.
"'Tibetan'?"
There is a slightly retouched photo of him on it.
Below is a code-like name.
"Well, Sir Jason, please remember this code name, he is real - it is one of the several identities I have always maintained, the same is true for Rodney and Taniel."
"As long as you don't dig into it bit by bit, no one will find out."
Matthew explained in more detail.
Jason nodded, put away his ID, and quickened his pace.
Taniel followed immediately.
Matthew and Rodney are also on the same page.
There was a faint excitement on Rodney's face.
As a full-time 'intelligence dealer', what fascinates Rodney more than spying on people? Naturally, knowing the 'truth of the matter' - now, that's what he does.
For this reason, he is willing to take risks.
As for Matthew?
This former 'big thief' would naturally want to escape if he could.
However, the recent situation in Terte is too mysterious.
From time to time, he would have bad premonitions in his heart.
Instead, staying by Jason's side gave him a sense of security.
As a "mysterious person", Matthew trusts his intuition very much.
Therefore, he gave up his original plan and chose to follow.
There should be very few people on the streets in the early morning.
However, when Jason and the four of them walked out of Zhengli Shu Street, figures appeared one after another.
Like the four Jasons, they all wore cloaks and hoods to cover their faces.
Naturally, they also have the same identity.
spy!
These spies who had hidden among ordinary people in the past were all in action this time.
Because this is the order from their immediate superior, Al Xieli.
The patrolman standing on the roadside looked intently.
It was as if he didn't notice these spies at all.
Farther away in the direction of Terte City Gate, five thousand elite city defense troops were already ready to attack.
Toft and Diabod stood side by side.
The expressions of both of them were faintly excited.
today!
Today is the day to change the day!
"Are your people ready?"
Toft asked.
"Unless ordinary people have a large-scale army like yours, they are of no use at all."
"Do you expect a group of ordinary people with revolvers to fight against 'mysterious people'?"
"Do not make jokes."
Diabo spoke as if he was mocking himself, but his face looked complacent.
Toft certainly knew where this complacency came from.
Diabode secretly trained a special operations team with a small number of people, but absolutely top-notch skills. Each one of them is the best among the best, and will not be inferior to any "mysterious person".
After all, these elites have also been 'baptized'.
Of course, compared with 'professionals', they are still inferior.
Although 'mysterious people' and 'professionals' are both 'mysterious', they are different concepts.
"Come on."
"You know, I'm talking about them"
"How did they arrange it?"
Toft asked.
"His Royal Highness the Prince has other arrangements for them. After all, today's home field is not with us!"
Diabo sighed.
"yes!"
Toft, the leader of the city defense army, also sighed, and then added another sentence.
"hope everything is fine!"
…
"Will everything go well?"
Prince Ruitai sat in a chair and asked softly.
"certainly!"
"Everything will go well!"
"Everything has been arranged!"
A sound like thunder echoed in the study.
Such a voice seemed to reassure Prince Ruitai, and he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Doyle."
"Thanks for everything you have done for me."
Prince Ruitai said.
"this is necessary!"
"To know……"
"We are partners!"
The thunderous voice of the dragon Doyle echoed again, and a smile appeared on the corners of Prince Ruitai's lips. The prince nodded, stood up from his chair, and walked straight out.
"Set off!"
After giving the order, Prince Ruitai walked towards the palace of 'Siwok VII'.
In the palace of ‘Siwok VII’.
A black coffin was placed where the bed used to be.
There were no servants or waiters around.
Those people had been dismissed by Al Xieli a few hours ago.
At this time, only Al Xieli was kneeling on one knee in front of the black coffin.
"His Majesty……"
The spy chief raised his hand and touched the coffin, with tears in his eyes.
He knew from an early age that he was not a gifted person.
When I reached adulthood, I even comforted myself with the words "Ordinaryness is a blessing".
But, he knew that was an excuse.
How can a person who has never experienced any hardships have the mentality of "ordinary is a blessing"?
It's nothing more than self-anesthesia after not getting it.
But he is lucky.
He met 'Siwok VII'.
The young man who was willing to give him several chances and would never punish him, but would comfort him instead.
He could feel the boy's kindness.
I can better understand the kindness and kindness of young people...
fear!
That’s right, it’s fear!
Fear of his own uncle!
Although the young man pretended to be calm, every time he saw his uncle, the palms hidden in his sleeves would tremble, and he would even lock himself up afterward.
Even if I cry, I don't dare to make a sound.
He knows all this.
Therefore, he tried his best to protect this young man who had "the kindness of knowing him".
only……
He still made a mistake.
"His Majesty."
Al thanked him softly again, and then touched the coffin.
Finally, the spy chief stood up, tidied up, and made final preparations.
The plan has been launched.
Backup plans have also been initiated.
Whether it would succeed or not, he didn't know.
But, regardless of success or failure.
he,
The bastard who assassinated the boy must pay the price.
Even if it costs him his life, he will not hesitate!
Time passes minute by minute.
As the morning mist begins to lift—
Woo, woo, woo!
Amidst three long trumpet blasts, a group of palace guards in military uniforms lifted the coffin of 'Siwok VII'.
According to Siwok tradition, the deceased emperor would go from the palace to the main hall, then to the back garden, and then to the various small halls - this was the emperor's last tour of his palace.
Therefore, he will stay for a while at the place he visited most often during his lifetime.
But it won't be too long.
After inspecting everything, you will leave the palace and go to the cemetery.
Buried and buried with the blessings of relatives.
This was true from Siwok I to Siwok VI.
The same goes for Siwok VII.
The only difference is that the place where Siwok VII went most often was not the garden or the side hall, but the meeting hall and small conference hall.
This is a diligent emperor.
Even according to ordinary people's eyes, he has just grown up.
Moreover, he is kind and has a good personality.
This can be seen in the sad eyes of the palace guards, waiters, and servants.
Woo, woo, woo!
The trumpet sounded three more times.
The coffin containing King Siwok VII entered the meeting hall.
Here, two hundred and seventy spies were waiting quietly.
After staying in the coffin for a while, he went to the small conference hall.
Two hundred and seventy spies followed.
In front of the small conference hall, five thousand elite city defense troops had already replaced the original palace guards. Toft and Diabo had to look at Al's thank you who was getting closer and closer, and both of them smiled at the same time.
"It really saves you a lot of trouble!"
Diabo spoke softly.
"Yes, the 'secret agents' under Al Xieli have always been the guys that give me the most headache!"
"Now, he has summoned all of them!"
“It couldn’t be better!”
Toft looked ferocious, with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
At this point, there is no need to hide it at all.
"Be careful!"
"El Xieli is still a fourth-level 'professional' after all!"
Diabo had to remind.
Toft curled his lips in disdain.
Al Xieli, a fourth-level professional, was exactly what the dead Siwok VII had accumulated regardless of his resources. With such resources placed on him, he was at least a fifth-level 'professional'.
Where would it be like now? It's just the third level.
I thought about the situation when I met the young emperor and proposed that I would be loyal to him as long as the other party was willing to give me equal conditions, but the other party refused without hesitation.
Toft became more and more filled with hatred.
He thought he was insulted!
This is something unforgivable!
snort!
Do you really think that I can’t reach a higher level without you?
After today, he is at least a fifth-level 'professional'.
This is the adult's promise!
The team carrying the coffin of King Siwok VII was getting closer and closer.
The five thousand city defense troops standing on both sides of the small conference hall held gun handles in their hands, showing their fierceness.
Al Xieli, who was carrying the coffin, clenched his teeth and his eyes were filled with hatred.
Ruitai!
Are you not willing to give His Majesty even the last bit of dignity?
The spy leader gestured behind him.
His confidant took his place, and Elshay strode forward.
The spy leader moved to the front of the team.
He glanced at the city defense troops on both sides, and finally, his eyes fell on Toft and Diabod.
Then, the spy leader continued to move forward.
An indomitable momentum began to gather on the body of the spy leader, who did not look strong.
As Terte's police chief, Dia raised her eyebrows and took a step back without leaving a trace.
Toft smiled ferociously and raised his hand.
Wow!
In unison, the city defense troops raised their guns.
The procession carrying souls was stagnant.
"do not stop!"
"keep going!"
Al Xieli yelled.
At the same time, the whole group launched a charge.
His figure rushed towards Toft like an arrow from a string.
He knew very well that if he wanted to let the boy's coffin enter the small hall, he had to deal with the person in front of him.
Whether it's kidnapping or killing.
It will be all right!
Seeing Al rushing towards him to thank him, Toft raised his hand and waved it down heavily.
"shot!"
Toft shouted happily.
Even if the other party dies.
He also wanted the other person to die uneasily.
What's more, this is also the order of that adult.
Bang, bang bang bang!
Continuous gunfire sounded.
The projectile was fired at El-Thanks, but was blown away by an invisible force field before it even got close.
But the palace guards who carried the coffin were not so lucky.
Even wearing inner armor is completely useless under intensive fire.
These guards fell in a pool of blood.
The coffin of Siwok VII is about to fall to the ground.
"ah!"
Elshay, who was already close to Toft, let out a roar with teeth cracking.
He hates it!
I hate myself for not being faster!
Toft's smile became even more ferocious.
Everything in front of him was as he expected.
Next, it should be him...
Um?!
Toft, who was about to retreat and prepare to use the human wave tactic to kill Al Xieli, was stunned.
What did he see?
A secret agent actually held up a coffin that was about to fall?!
"damn it!"
Toft cursed loudly.
Not just cursing the meddling spy.
He still cursed Al and thanked him.
Because, at this time, Al Xieli had already put the long sword in his hand on his neck——
