Chapter 217 Actor Mission

Joseph gave a thumbs up in admiration, paused for a moment, and placed her thumbs horizontally, and said with a smile: "You are so cool...but I don't plan to learn from you. I'm a girl, I ask to enjoy the civilian food in the refrigerator."

An Feng didn't even turn his eyelids, and he continued to swallow his food as if he didn't hear this. Joseph was bored and jumped up like lightning. He opened the refrigerator without hesitation, found the instant noodles, frozen steak, smoked turkey legs... and other supermarket products, and began to hum a song to make breakfast for herself. Of course, she kindly made a portion for Argyle, and then showed a white-eyed attitude of "You messing with me, I ignore you", and ate her own delicious meal with a big stutter that turned a blind eye to An Feng.

But An Feng really ignored her. Although he looked young, he had lived for so long in his two lives. He was tolerant of the children's tricks. He finished eating his own rations and returned to his bedroom. While turning on the computer to browse local news, he checked the map and became familiar with the local terrain, and quickly started to put on makeup.

After a while, Joseph Shiran came over and saw An Feng open his chest and showing his arms. He put on makeup without hesitation when he was wearing makeup in front of her. She had been doing psychological construction for a long time and lowered her head and said to herself: "This time, haha, you have action, haha, am I still your cover?"

An Feng was applying a cream to his face, which could change the complexion of his skin. He carefully brushed every detail of his skin with a brush - the cream on his neck brushed all the way to his belly, ears, corners of his eyes, and every part of his skin, so as not to see flaws from these details.

At this time, he was not easy to speak because his skin would tremble and his muscles contracted. Joseph, who was standing next to him, endured and reached out to grab An Feng's eye shadow brush. An Feng let go of his hand without blinking. The two of them exchanged control of the eye shadow brush as if they had a tacit understanding. Then Joseph carefully brushed every detail with a small brush. Then she grabbed An Feng's palm, squatted beside An Feng, placed the other person's hand on his knees, and began to carefully brush the skin on his nails.

An Feng paused for a moment, stretched out his hand, and his palm fell on the other party's chest. Joseph's chest was very small, almost flat like an airport, thin and small, and it didn't feel like water was rippling in the touch. However, the pair of cherry beads on the chest were very tender and sensitive. After kneading for a few times, they suddenly became hard and perky...

This is a psychological test.

Everyone is very sensitive to their own safety distance, especially those who are agents. When An Feng reached out to pass, Joseph did not even look shrunk at all. She was very expectant and happily accepted An Feng's...intrusion.

"Covering the Person" is a... very embarrassing and tragic character. Generally speaking, he (she) is a "tool" around the protagonist. When the protagonist needs to block others' vision, he (she) needs to use his body as a cover; when the protagonist needs to send signals, he (she) has to serve as an errand. Sometimes the protagonist needs to create evidence of absenteeism, and he also pretends to communicate with others, or even show up in front of others to take over the protagonist's job.

When the protagonist needs a girlfriend, the cover-up is a character that can be chewed by the protagonist when he is caught. When the protagonist wants to play a family role, she needs to play a couple, a lover, and any role that the protagonist needs.

"Covering Man" cannot be too beautiful and eye-catching, and cannot have any characteristics in appearance, because in this way, people will focus their attention around pig's feet, and people will pay attention to the existence and disappearance of the protagonist at any time.

Sometimes the task of protecting people and pig's feet is reversed. The protagonist is responsible for attracting people's attention, while the cover is responsible for infiltrating and stealing. Therefore, the "covering people" also needs to be proficient in various auxiliary tasks, can take pictures, open safes, and secretly transfer the things passed by pig's feet, and secretly pass them to the protagonist... If necessary, she also blocks bullets for pig's feet, takes the blame, and is a scapegoat.

Therefore, this "coverer" must be wholeheartedly devoted to the pig's feet, and the two must have absolute trust, so that they can ensure that when the two work together, they will cooperate and assume responsibility without reservation...

"Say that..." An Feng was playing with the gradually hardening Sakura Bead in his hand, explaining calmly. Joseph tried hard to breathe, and continued to lower his head and carefully help An Feng brush his fingers and apply the color.

"This operation is my first time... to issue a mission. It's the first time, to issue a mission to the company. So I can't be sure what method this company is using, but I want to..."

The company now has four fieldworkers - only fieldwork and no auxiliary personnel. Generally speaking, the teaming model of peripheral organizations requires team members to take the lead in forming their own small teams and then lead the team to complete tasks independently.

"...I think each team should be formed, each team should be carried out independently -" So An Feng allowed Joseph to follow: "Of course, the specific situation depends on today's date. If the orders are issued by each other and we do not meet each other, then we will each carry out the task independently. As for how to complete the task, it is our own business. You can call friends to form a small team or be a Mavericks-but I prefer the latter.

If the situation is the opposite, the fieldmen are going to gather together for a meeting, then we will act in a team. However, this possibility is very small, because... I won't explain, change my hand, which has been applied evenly

As an operator, each person has his own distinct personal style. If Hengyuntong Company intends to put all operators together, we must let everyone get familiar with each other in advance, know their own expertise and their own action style. Since this happened before, we will not let everyone gather in the future.

If the company's action style is as An Feng expected, then An Feng's secret team will be built as scheduled - Odney is a liar, and An Feng's substitute, responsible for hooking up women to obtain their intelligence and creating evidence of An Feng's absence; while Argyle is a thug and bodyguard, the fat woman is a computer trader, Michelle is a thief, and Joseph is the selected cover-up person...

Joseph painted An Feng's hands, then carefully checked it. Taking advantage of this, An Feng chose the right accessories - this outfit and skin color, like an insurance salesman's outfit, so the watch should have a low-end Citizen, and the gem cuff links are not used. The shirt is a supermarket cheap product that is directly bound and buckled without cuff links...

While wearing clothes, An Feng asked casually: "Your clothes are not prepared in the room, right?"

Joseph let go of An Feng's hand and replied indifferently: "I'm wearing simple clothes... I've washed this sportswear yesterday. Well, if you don't think it's good, then I'll go through the supermarket and go buy some sets of change.

At 8 o'clock, An Feng dressed up and stopped dressing up. He greeted Joseph: "Let's go, let's go out.

Joseph always dressed in a fleece sportswear, and today she wore an eggplant-purple sportswear. In order to shop, she made an extra student with a backpack on her shoulder. Argyle, who was guarding the entrance to the room, waved at the two of them with a single soldier's ration, and continued to squat on the sofa, swallowing food while watching cartoons on TV.

The two of them took the elevator to enter the underground garage. They had never been to this garage yesterday. This was an unattended garage. A faint LPD light was lit in front of a large pillar, and thirty or forty remote control car keys were in six rows, hanging in the small cabinet on the pillar. When An Feng walked out of the elevator, his mobile phone received a text message. He looked at the text message with his backhand, took a key from the key cabinet, stood there and pressed the unlock key of the remote control key. A Renault car flashed the light at the end of the garage.

An Feng rushed to the flashing light and pointed his index finger at the point where he led Joseph toward it.

The car door was closed, and An Feng inserted the car key and waited for the vehicle's self-test signal. After the car was powered on, a few minutes to conduct self-test of the instrument in the car. While waiting, Joseph, who was sitting in the back row, whispered: "The keys are placed like this, hehe, boss, you said, if Michelle was here, what would happen to those keys? Haha, this garage is not guarded at all, and the owner is so relieved."

An Feng stared at the flashing dashboard and whispered: "Don't say that, Michelle likes to hold on to her, but in fact, she has never been caught for so long. This is because she is very careful... The key I took was hung up this morning, and this Renault car was specially arranged for me.

As for the problem of car theft, no, don’t worry, there is a camera device at the entrance and exit of the garage. No matter whose car the owner drives out, there is a photo at the door. If Mixueer is here, she will not let herself take photos of the car stealing and leave conclusive evidence."

Joseph suddenly realized: "It turns out that we live in... the French said that the 'noble community. The people here are most worried about credit bankruptcy, so they will not steal cars, and no one is worried about losing the car."

An Feng glanced at Joseph strangely: "Where did you grow up? If the car lost such a thing, the owner shouldn't worry about it. It was the police and the insurance company. I drove the car out and hoped that someone would steal the car. Hi, the insurance company just happened to ask the insurance company to compensate me for a new car. In this way, I drove a new car every day, which is a great thing."

The sleeper car prepared for An Feng in the garage was a purple-gray Renault. It had not washed the car for a few days and looked gray, so it was not conspicuous when driving out. When the car drove to the Champs-Elysées, Joseph jumped out of the car first. An Feng asked worriedly: "Do you know the nearby road?"

Joseph pointed to the electrical appliance company not far away: "I'll buy a 'handheld personal GP."

"Have you brought the money?" An Feng asked with concern. Joseph happily patted his pocket and responded: "You just paid a million pounds, haha, I hope you will be so generous in the future."

Well, there are also foreigners who are waiting for wealthy people, and Joseph is a foreigner who is waiting for wealthy people.

An Feng drove to the scheduled date location in his car, which was more than ten minutes away from the "window". He parked the car on the side of the road, took out a few cash, bought a bag of pigeon food from the roadside vendor, and then, like an ordinary tourist, was leisurely waiting for the appointment time to arrive in the southeast corner of Union Square.

The southeast corner of Plaza Concorde is close to the Elysee Palace, and the southwest corner is three exhibition halls of all sizes. Visitors waiting in line to enter nearby buildings to visit. The queue is winding and many people line up to the side of the square. An Feng was not conspicuous in the crowd, and of course, he would not be ignored. In the square, there were few people who were patient in feeding pigeons.

Ten minutes later, just after the window time arrived, a middle-aged woman holding a baby walked up to An Feng. The baby was wrapped in a big flower scarf, her head and feet were wrapped tightly. She stood behind An Feng with her child in her arms, and quietly watched An Feng feeding the pigeons. At this time, the child hummed a few times, and the mother immediately inserted the bottle to the child's mouth... Wait for a while, she said embarrassedly: "Sir, can you please help me take care of the child? I ask you, I want to make some important calls. You know, the phone signal is radiation.

An Feng nodded calmly, took the child with a smile on his face. The young woman opposite did not leave, but turned her back to An Feng and made a few calls. Later, she put on her phone and said goodbye to An Feng with gratitude - the window time just passed.

This was an accidental incident. It seemed that this was an ordinary passerby who wanted help. Afterwards, the mother held the child and continued to walk her own way. An Feng poured pigeon food into her right palm and slowly spread it out - he obviously accelerated the speed. When everything was spread, he took out a de Gaulle cigarette and turned around to look for the trash can...

At this time, the bag of pigeon food was left with only the packaging bag and was pinched in An Feng's left palm.

He slowly held the cigarette in his mouth, and walked leisurely toward the nearby trash can. Around the trash can closest to him, there were several tourists smoking. An Feng frowned slightly, as if he was unwilling to gather with others, and turned slightly toward the trash can further away.

There was no one around the trash can, and An Feng then threw the spare pigeon food bag into the trash can. When he took back his left hand, there was only a supermarket key stuck in his palm. This was what the middle-aged mother gave to An Feng just now.

It's really the first century now, and the contact person's connector no longer needs a code to sign. The development of electronic technology and the development of computer technology have brought people a safer way of identifying enemies and enemies - the woman's phone call was to pick up the phone and send a 64-digit enemy and enemies identification password. After An Feng received the mobile phone signal, the special confirmation ringtone was the response. Then, both parties were considered to be connected.

The child in the woman's arms is fake. Although the weight of this "child" is roughly consistent with the real baby, and the "child" can cry and laugh, and its appearance, skin, etc. are exactly the same as that of the baby, in fact, this is just a highly simulated baby toy. It is just because the "child" has been wrapped in a scarf, and it is difficult for people in the distance to detect the authenticity.

Of course, most tourists visit this corner of the square are traveling. They are concerned about the queue not being stuffed, and few people pay attention to the babies in the hands of irrelevant people. And the child An Feng knew the truth and falsehood as soon as he started to touch it. His left hand slit on the "baby" and found out the hidden key in the scrambled garment.

The woman who touched the key clearly saw the action of An Feng seeing it clearly. Sure enough, after An Feng took out the key, the other party immediately stepped forward to say goodbye... Next, An Feng should go and find the cabinet that this key can open.

However, there is no hurry to do this. The window time has just passed. An Feng patiently smoked the cigarette by the trash can, observed the situation around him, and determined that there was no follower. Then he slowly walked towards a large supermarket next to the square.

The keys have the badge logo of the supermarket.

The supermarket storage wardrobe contains what An Feng needs. This is a medium-sized toilet backpack. An Feng took out the backpack and carried it on his shoulders expressionlessly. Then he closed the storage wardrobe, left the key on the cabinet, and walked out of the supermarket with a calm expression - the joint date finally passed.

Of course, this kind of date cannot be followed by An Feng's side, and it is impossible for someone to track the child's mother. However, the precautions that should be taken must be done. Many intelligence personnel fell into small incidents because of accidental care. Therefore, An Feng meticulously followed the counter of the tracking regulations, suddenly entered the clothing counter in the mall, suddenly entered the bathroom or locker room...

In short, he believed that there would never be any stalkers again, so he carried his bag back to his Renault car.

Unzip the backpack, An Feng flipped through the contents of the backpack: a memory card, a graduation certificate from the University of Lyon, various related documents with a French pseudonym, and a cash bill of about 500,000 euros.

An Feng put the memory card into his hand, pressed the play button, and started playing the video in the memory card. There was no avatar of Ruin in the video, but a random change of rainbow circle replaced the caller, and the playback voice was also processed electronically, sounding like a monotonous electronic sound sent by a robot.

"This time, the goal has been confirmed. We have prepared relevant documents for you. You will go to the firm to apply for a job tomorrow. We ask you to enter this company as soon as possible and become one of the firm's employees... Remember, you have no supporters in this operation, you must complete the task alone..."

An Feng was stunned for a moment. He thought this operation was an assault or a kidnapping and sabotage operation, but he did not expect it to be an "actor mission" - this kind of work is most suitable.

There is also an intern lawyer in the backpack who should have all personal documents: University diploma in Lyon, bar certificate examination number, personal social security card, driver's license..., as well as a rental contract, two keys, etc.

After An Feng checked the things in his bag, he looked at himself in the rearview mirror: This face was indeed young, and it was just right to play a young man who had just left school.

An Feng blinked his eyes and immediately understood why he got this task - he lived in Cannes with Barthley's father in high school and studied in Paris for a while. He spoke French very well and had a typical Paris accent.

He did this job, just right.

He called Joseph and told him to return. An Feng drove back and picked up Joseph, who was packed with his shoulders halfway. He did not explain in detail the connection situation, and he did not need to explain to Joseph.
Chapter completed!