Karen Dacree immediately replied, "Blair, we can't handle this."

"I have to tell the French intelligence service about this."

Their main task is not to help the French deal with internal problems, and perhaps their superiors would rather see the civil strife in France.

"Who are you going to tell?"

Sean Blair thinks no one is trustworthy now.

"Victor Miguel, my contact person in Libiya was trustworthy."

As allies, they have very complex relationships, sometimes they need to cooperate, and sometimes they have to be on guard against each other.

However, they do have a common basis for anti-terrorism.

"They will let us hand over the man, and now one of them is dead."

"Why should I care about a bomb sender?"

Sean Blair looked back at the woman who was holding the deceased's ID and couldn't believe it.

"Okay, you're right."

"Then I'll make arrangements and let someone pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, Sean Blair walked back to Zoe's side, then reached out to take the police badge and ID.

“We are in love…”

Sean Blair was stunned for a moment and said, "Zoe, for an undercover policeman, feelings are often not like that."

Zoe lowered her head and sobbed, "It's not like that. I believe in him and our feelings."

"This is his skill, he wants to win your trust."

"He must have known that someone was going to silence me, so he asked me to run away from Paris."

Zoe raised her head and stared at the other person, "Ha, have you done this kind of thing? For your own purposes, you deceive and use it more than others."

This sentence choked Sean Blair very hard.

"Okay, let's go to a safe place to rest for a night and then hand you over to the security department's people."

"Don't worry, as long as you tell what you know, they will find out the truth."

Sean Blair himself didn't believe this sentence. What he was worried about was that in order to cover up the scandal, France directly regarded this stupid woman as a scapegoat.

But that doesn't matter to him, doesn't it?

He threw the car in an alley and then replaced another on the side of the unsurveilled road.

A CIA agent is definitely not a problem with driving locks.

And Qianjida, who had been following them, was on the other side of the alley.

She stood in the darkness while drinking beer while watching the two people.

Sean Blair didn't notice that someone had been watching them.

The other party's car started, Qian Jida asked the others to follow, and then walked into the house by himself.

He pushed the body twice with his left hand that he didn't hold the wine bottle, and then said to himself, "I've been dead for almost a day, silence me?"

Sometimes too many people die, and judging the death time becomes a conditioned reflex.

Moreover, there are obvious signs of using a gun on the finger of this person's right hand, and the number of shots that can reach this level is absolutely indispensable every day.

I looked at the furnishings of the house. Although they were old and a little messy because of their frequent use, they were placed in a very organized manner.

As can be seen from some details, this is a guy who has had experience living in a disciplined army.

So is this a policeman or a soldier?

She carefully checked the hanging body, then took out her cell phone and took a photo, and sent it to Umbrella.

...

Xu Chuan had already arrived at the hotel where Xuela was staying and opened the door with a familiarity. Of course, this woman had not yet slept.

"I thought you wouldn't come..."

Xuela complained, and then pounced on Xu Chuan the next second, "Haha~"

Xu Chuan carried the other party into the room slowly, "What are you doing?"

He saw some music scores placed on the table.

"I'm changing it as you suggested."

"Oh"

Xu Chuan smiled, then put the person in his arms on the table.

"You don't understand what I mean. My suggestions are just suggestions. If you discuss with your people, what I said may not be correct."

Speaking of music, Xuela became another person completely. She held a messy score that had been modified and then hummed a few of the bars gently.

Then he asked, "Which one do you think is better?" There is a part that Xu Chuan helped to modify, and there are very slight differences between the two versions.

Xu Chuan lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "The version you wrote is better."

"Really?"

The woman was glittering with her big eyes, her face full of happiness.

"Really, you are the most cutting-edge singer in the pop music scene. You know more than me what the trend is now, so be confident."

Xu Chuan is telling the truth. If he devotes himself to an album, he will certainly be able to make up a whole classic song.

However, this is different from what Xuela creates based on personal abilities.

Xu Chuan was really happy to see this woman make such great progress in her professional field. He likes Xuela very much now.

This woman did not give up on her efforts just because of Xu Chuan's help, but instead was trying to keep up with Xu Chuan's footsteps.

"What about this?"

Xuela picked up another piece of music...

Xu Chuan was not impatient at all. The two of them sat on the sofa and were discussing every song here seriously.

Xuela told him which song was written because he thought of him, which song was remembered from his hometown, and which song was a blow that he had experienced before...

Xu Chuan listened carefully, and he felt that this moment was more serious than ever.

Time slowly passed and gradually came to the early morning, and there was no usual moan and gasping in the room. Xuela was already asleep on Xu Chuan's thigh.

Xu Chuan gently carried the person to the bed, but did not wake him up, and then he easily organized the music score.

Then he sat on the sofa and opened the tactical terminal. The time was almost time to the agreed time with Burkhoff.

At two o'clock in the morning, a video was uploaded again on the website.
Chapter completed!