Chapter 657 (1/2)
Portland Street.
The second floor of an old house.
Two bartenders, wearing suits and bow ties, stood behind the wooden bar.
They have white skin and blond hair. They shake the Boston mixing pot and mix refreshing cocktails.
In the bar, there is a melodious jazz.
This is a standard British cocktail. No matter the boss, waiter or bartender, they are all white skinned ghosts.
The guests are also mainly ghost people.
Unlike most of the noisy song and dance halls, KTVs and bars in Lan street, the style, mood and atmosphere are very good.
James Bond was dressed in a black leather jacket. He went to the bar and sat down. He confidently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers: ”Hey, man, the whiskey is sour! Shake well, don't stir! ”
”Hi! sir! As you wish! ” A bartender smiled and greeted him very gentlemanly.
……
The bartender began to mix wine.
A ghost lady with curly hair and a white suit, a little older, pushed a glass of cranberry wine and sat quietly beside James: ”bond, long time no see.”
The bartender brought a glass of whisky sour.
James Bond tasted the wine and said with a smile, ”Mrs. m, you are still as beautiful and moving as your wine.”
The bartender stood in front, raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
He believed that if he was not forced by the pressure of life, the handsome man in front of him would not lie with his eyes open.
If the other party has begun to lie? Oh! god! That must be a rich woman!
”I hope I can see you again next time and see every employee a lot.” Mrs. m said this, put her head close to bond's ear, moved her red lips and whispered, ”I'm every excellent CIA agent.”
”They should not die on Hong Kong Island.”
The bartender turned his back to blend the other guests.
He really didn't want to see a handsome young man flirting with an old woman.
It makes him feel like a pervert.
And bond also came to Mrs. M's ear and said, ”as you know, I also noticed that the Hong Kong Island police are investigating our valuable agents, but we are ready and will not send agents in the next operation. Now even if they check, they can't find several of our elites. At most, they can touch several peripheral personnel. ”
”I almost forgot that I did it once.”
”They may find me, but I'm not afraid, just as you are.” James Bond preached.
Mrs. m picked up the delicate glass in front of her and drank a sip of wine: ”but the action to eliminate the traitors should continue!”
”I have made a plan and will contact the people of unit 701.” James Bond mentioned another terrible name, which surprised Mrs. M: ”you mean the reformer troops secretly supported by the military?”
”Cut! What transformation! ” James Bond disdained: ”it's just some inferior experimental products that use drugs to cut off pain nerves. This kind of experimental product has been studied in various countries, but it is always inferior and only suitable for solving some dirty work.”
”Mr. governor of Hong Kong has some relations with the military, and he can also mobilize 701 troops.” James Bond raised his glass and took a sip of whisky sour. With a sigh of surprise, he said comfortably: ”after this operation, the military will remove unit 701! Civilized society does not need them! ”
Mrs. m shows some sympathy on her face. She can be an intelligence officer, even a female intelligence officer.
She also understands reality.
The sympathy on his face soon disappeared.
The 701 unit is still under the jurisdiction of the military, has not launched a clearance plan, and has not defected on a large scale.
But it is said that there has been a defection.
Of course, the 701 army still has some merits, and even received more cruel training and stronger combat effectiveness.
Only the side effects of drug transformation make them easy to lose their mind, resulting in their inability to perform high-level tasks and will eventually be abandoned by the military.
James Bond looked down on them, but did not deny their strength. Only then would they replace the Mio to implement the plan and eliminate the defectors. And he took the agents of the military intelligence agency to quietly hide behind the scenes, plan operations and continue to work for the Hong Kong Island government.
Being a man... No matter which country, eating brain is the key.
”James! I look forward to your return with honor! ” Mrs. m raised her glass. James smiled and said, ”bond, please call me bond.”
”Ding!” When the two glasses collided, James drank all the wine in one gulp and photographed Zhang pound happily: ”Goodyear. M, qsir is waiting for me at home.”
”You play not only the old rich woman, but also the man?” The bartender looked back and watched James leave. He was surprised and immediately regretted: ”I knew I should have asked this gentleman for contact information...”
……
”Bang! Bang! Bang! ”
The next day.
evening.
Central, in front of a western restaurant.