Chapter 70 Don't Worry, Let's Eat First

two days later—

"I'll wait for you here at the exit."

At Stockholm's busy international airport, passengers entering and leaving are all attracted by a man wrapped in black at the exit.

This kind of "I am the underworld" dress is really strange no matter how you look at it.

But he didn't kill anyone or set fire to him, so they couldn't call the police just because of his weird dressing style?

The man put down the phone and stood on the steps beside the car with arms folded, waiting patiently.

five minutes later--

A young man wearing a light brown sweater, bright blue sunglasses, and a backpack walked over from the exit.

The man in black beckoned.

Xin Fan went straight to him after seeing it.

This move has attracted the frequent attention of passengers.

It's just that the temperaments of these two people are too different. One is deep and indifferent, with icy coldness all over his body, and the other is gentle and sunny. One can tell that he is a good person at a glance.

"Long time no see, Silla." Xin Fan greeted the man in black with a smile.

Sira nodded, and stretched out her hand to open the co-pilot's door: "You are still trusted by the organization, Mezcal. This kind of matter will be handled by you personally."

Xin Fan got in the car, took off his sunglasses, and said indifferently, "I sold gin for a little favor, but I didn't report it to the organization. What's more, it's just an expired document, so it won't affect me."

"makes sense."

Sira stepped on the accelerator, and the black seven-seater family sedan drove forward.

The familiar scenery of Northern Europe outside the window quickly retreated, and Xin Fan's eyes fell on the place where he had stayed for nearly three years, his eyes were peaceful, without any waves.

While driving, Xi La glanced at Xin Fan and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, go eat first."

Sira: "???"

Even after working with mezcal for over two years, he still can't keep up with someone's brain circuits.

However, out of the affection of colleagues and former subordinates, Silla knew that the other party didn't need it, so she still reminded: "Your DNA report is still temporarily stored in the Swedish Security Agency, but we are not sure when this information will be uploaded to the International Intelligence Network."

Xin Fan shrugged and said, "Just pretend my plane is two hours late."

Facing Silla's speechless expression, he said, "I really didn't have any appetite on the plane, and I didn't eat anything on the way. By the way, the Italian restaurant we went to before is nearby, right? Go there for lunch !"

"..." Silla said helplessly, "Okay. But if something goes wrong because of this, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Why are you so nervous?" Xinfan asked strangely, "It's just a DNA test report. Guys like Qin Jiu who dared to shoot under the noses of the police have never been caught for so many years? "

The organization dares to drive a helicopter gunship to shoot at the Tokyo Tower, so what is there to be afraid of?

He came here to destroy his report this time, not only to reassure Gin, but mainly to prevent someone from using his DNA to make a fuss.

After all, as a former public security police officer and now an undercover public security officer, he actually has many traces of Zhu Fu Jingguang left in Japan. Although after that incident, the police should have cleared all his past materials, but it is inevitable that some will not be left behind.

If some foreign intelligence agency is stupid and causes someone with a heart to compare the information of Mezcal and Zhu Fu Jingguang, that will be the real end!

If he's pure black real wine, that DNA report really doesn't matter.

Hearing Xinfan's question, Silla hesitated and didn't know how to refute: "Although I said so, but..." But I just felt that something was weird.

Yeah, why is gin so bold? Isn't he afraid of being discovered? ?

Silla did some self-reflection, and found that it wasn't just gin, it seemed that the code-named members of the organization were getting more and more arrogant. It seems that they really never take the police and intelligence agencies of various countries seriously.

Could it be that there are too many undercover agents in the organization, and they are all spoiled by the undercover "someone in the court" style of work?

Now Silla is even more worried: "Mezcal, I think we should be more cautious. Don't you have important tasks to go to Japan this time? If the Japanese police find out that you are a member of the organization, even if you don't threaten Even life, is it annoying to be harassed?"

Japanese police?

Asano, someone in the court, Xinfan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Not in a hurry doesn't mean that I will give the information to those guys from the Swedish Security Bureau for nothing."

"and you……"

"It's okay, let's go eat first." Xin Fan's eyes lit up, "I saw that restaurant is still there."

Sila had no choice but to park the car in front of the Italian restaurant.

"Welcome!" said the blond clerk in an apron in Swedish. "Ah, it's Mr. Larson. Can you sit by the window with your friend?"

"no problem."

Xinfan glanced at Sira lightly, didn't speak, just followed him and sat in the corner by the window.

This location is far away from other guests, which is very suitable for talking about some secrets that cannot be disclosed.

"A pepperoni cheese pizza." Sira handed the unopened menu to Xinfan, "What do you want?"

"Pizza Margherita and an iced coffee, thanks."

The blond clerk took away the menu and quickly brought over the coffee.

"Mr. Larson, is your friend Swedish?" The clerk winked at Xinfan.

"Haha, does he speak Swedish well?" Sira smiled heartily, which didn't match his clothes at all, "But this guy is actually Japanese, and he can only speak simple Swedish." It’s just for communication. At most two months before and after learning?”

Xinfan lowered his voice and warned: "Larson."

The blond clerk only thought that he was an angry friend, and didn't care, and went to greet other customers with a smile.

But Silla herself felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop sharply, and fine cold sweat oozes from her back: "I have investigated, and Irina is just an ordinary restaurant clerk. And what I just said is not important information, right?"

Xin Fan didn't answer Silla's question, he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Then he said: "It seems that you often eat at this restaurant, and you are very familiar with the lady just now?"

"I only come occasionally." Sira was a little embarrassed, "I just admire Irina, and I have absolutely no other ideas, let alone leak any information about the organization."

"I hope so." Xin Fan said coldly, "Otherwise you don't need me to do it, and you will know what will happen."

Sira breathed a sigh of relief and almost slumped on the chair.

Here we go again, Mezcal's aura has not diminished but increased during his stay in Japan.

He originally thought that after Mezcal entered Gin's territory, his hostility might be tempered. After all, Gin's character and strength are well-known in the organization.

However……

Mezcal is still the guy who pulled him up from the abyss and pushed him into the quagmire!

The daily life of the Black Organization has always been written in one go, and the daily life of the Red Fang is always Calvin...