my beauty world

Chapter 75 Exposure (for further reading)

Entering the security room, Ronan closed the door, and the black man had been handcuffed to the chair by Solomon Ryan's men, with his black head hanging down, wondering what he was thinking.

Ronan pulled up a chair, sat opposite the black man, and kicked his injured leg. With a scream, the black man raised his head.

"Don't kill me! Barney Ross forced me to come!" He didn't want to die: "If I don't come, he will kill me, really!"

Ronan drew out the dagger and slapped the black man on the face: "Do you recognize it? Yesterday, you stabbed me with it!"

The black man raised his head back vigorously: "I didn't stab it, it was Gordo who stabbed you!"

Ronan turned the blade over: "Don't want me to stab it back, answer my question."

The black eyes rolled around: "I said! I said!"

"Do you know Church?" Ronan asked, "How can I find him?"

The black said: "I know Church, the chief of the CIA's secret service, the big shot in Langley, our mission, no, it's the mission of Barney Ross, and we are hired by Church."

Ronan asked again: "How can I find him?"

The black man didn't want to offend the CIA, so he quickly shook his head: "I don't know."

Ronan turned the dagger, pierced directly into the black man's leg, and turned the dagger: "This will help you recover your memory."

"Stop! Stop!" the black man howled miserably: "I said! I said! Today, today, Church called Barney Ross on his mobile phone and told him to rush to Bucharest. It seemed that he had an important mission. Barney Ross said that Church would personally To Bucharest."

Ronan thought of the phones he found, took out two phones, and asked, "Which one?"

The black man looked at Nokia: "This!"

Ronan put it away again: "How to connect."

The black man hurriedly said, "I don't know, I really don't know..."

Ronan asked again: "Who provided you with the information in Madrid."

"People from the CIA." The mercenaries were very rough, far less sophisticated than the agents. The black surgeon followed him all the time and heard a lot of things: "The head of the CIA's intelligence in Madrid."

Seeing that Ronan was about to twist his dagger again, he said quickly, "This man's name is Andres Pique. He came to Madrid where we came and works in the public sector. I don't know the details."

Ronan nodded and asked some other questions.

Blacks do not have a high status in the team, and their knowledge is indeed limited.

Ronan drew out the dagger, and the black man screamed in pain.

"Let me go! I promise, I will never come to Europe again..."

Ronan said softly, "You stabbed me."

So, he stabbed back!

Harvest soul fragments, soul fragments +6!

Ronan left the security room.

Jens Helten was still waiting outside: "It's over."

Ronan said: "You can take people away." He saw Solomon Ryan: "I want to know where Andres Pique is, maybe working in the public sector."

Solomon Ryan has just received 300 million euros, and he is in a particularly good mood, and there are names and departments, so it is easy to check: "I will give you the answer before dawn."

After the Syndicate's people packed up, they separated and evacuated from the nursing home.

Ronan put away his things, then left, took the mobile phone he picked up, and called Katharina as agreed, and she told Oro Ibia that the matter was over.

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The 32-year-old Andres Pique has been working in the Madrid Public Works Department for more than 8 years and is a very capable supervisor.

Because of special work, I have been single all the time.

At six o'clock in the morning, Pique got up and checked his phone, but there was no new news.

Yesterday, the group of mercenaries from the United States asked for information from Hunting Palace, and they may take action, but there has been no movement until now, will there be an accident?
Peake hurriedly washed up, ate some breakfast casually, and went out to prepare for contacts.

He picked up his purse, left the apartment, and frowned slightly when he saw the slightly dilapidated house.

This time, the mercenaries who killed the terrorist named Ronan will be paid 500 million dollars.

For providing such a large logistical and intelligence support, he deserves a share.

Being able to kill that Ronan also has his share of credit!
Peake went downstairs, walked to the nearby Harvest Goddess Square, bought a newspaper, sat down on a bench, and waited patiently.

Due to the lifestyle of the Spaniards who go to bed late and wake up late, there are very few people in this time square.

Pick put down the newspaper from time to time and looked around.

Not far away, a middle-aged tourist was taking pictures of the statue of the goddess Cibeles with a camera in his hand.

You can tell he is a Real Madrid fan just by the white scarf around his neck.

The man looked towards him, then came over with a smile, and pointed to the statue of the goddess behind him: "Excuse me, excuse me, can you take a photo with the statue as the background for me?"

While speaking, the person has come closer.

Pique didn't feel anything at first. After all, this is a common thing in the square, but he quickly came to him and realized that something was wrong.

Before Pique could react, the middle-aged tourist held his shoulder with one hand, and strangled his neck with the other and twisted it hard.

Pique's last memory is hearing a crisp click, and then falling into boundless darkness.

The middle-aged tourist slapped people with his left hand, left the Harvest Goddess Square, turned around in the streets and alleys, entered the increasingly crowded market, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Pique sat on the bench blankly, like a tired man falling asleep.

It was not until more than half an hour later that someone discovered that something was wrong and called the police.

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Street cafe, Ronan, who looks like an ordinary Spaniard, is sitting in front of a street cafe, drinking coffee and eating breakfast, and reading today's "Aspen".

The entire front page of the newspaper published only one piece of news: French high-end cosmetics brand Ouya is suspected of using corpse oil and girls' body fragrance as raw materials to make cosmetics and perfumes!
The report is well-founded, and there are pictures as evidence, exposing a criminal industrial chain from Billena Island in South America, to the Albanian gang in Paris, to Obia and Granny Xiang!
Everything can only be described as shocking!

Many customers of the coffee shop are discussing this matter. Even though the information is relatively advanced nowadays, many people can't use other words to describe this kind of thing except shock.

Ronan put down the newspaper and took a sip of his bitter coffee.

In any case, it is a good thing to have media reports.

As long as there is a big media in the newspapers, other countries will not be far behind.

It seems that the British have always been at odds with the French.

The gossip and madness of the British media, in the original world, he was far away in southern Xinjiang, and he had heard of it.

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On this day, almost all the British media frantically attacked the neighboring country separated by a strait like a carnival.

Fleet Street seemed to smell a bloody shark, and immediately dispatched capable reporters to France and South Africa. BC and Sky TV started a special news program in the morning, using the advantages of TV media to broadcast a large number of pictures and video evidence , Let the French be indisputable!

The British, caught up in their daily orgy of insulting the law, laughed at which side of the flag the French were going to cut off this time.

In London, an old tailor shop that looks very ordinary.

Anna was doing some chores. Galahad, who came to see her, received a call and quickly turned on the TV and switched to the BBC news channel.

Hearing Billena Island, Anna turned her head to watch the TV screen.

After playing the photos and videos, she let go of her hand unknowingly, and the measuring tape fell to the ground.

In a trance, tears fell.

Because she almost became one of the victims.

If it wasn't for that person running thousands of miles to save her, she might have become someone else's cosmetics or perfume.

Galahad comforted: "It's all over, just treat it as a dream."

Anna said, "Uncle Harry, when I close my eyes, those are the ones who were murdered. I will never forget them, and I will never forget them in my life."

Galahad put it another way: "Downing Street is making preparations to put pressure on the French government. After all, we can get some justice."

Anna was silent, these nightmares would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Pain, remorse, gratitude, sadness, all kinds of complex emotions enveloped her all the time.

Anna no longer had the dimples from the sweet smile on her face.

After a long silence, she made up her mind: "Uncle Harry, I want to ask you a question."

Galahad nodded slightly.

Anna said: "How can I become someone like Ilsa?"

Galahad was a little surprised.

Anna said again: "I don't want to go back to Billena Island, I want to do something to help people in need."

"This road is difficult, it's not as simple as you think." Galahad thought that Anna was too young: "This world is not black and white."

Anna resolutely said: "I can go on!"

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Four Seasons Hotel Suites, Madrid.

Ilsa watched the news reports on TV, with a stern face, she smiled softly.

Several large news stations were replaced in succession, all reporting on France Ouya.

No one knows better than Ilsa where the media evidence comes from.

Back from Billena Island, Ilsa tried and wanted to reveal everything.

Because of national interests, he finally chose to remain silent and hand it over to Downing Street.

The regret, dissatisfaction and anger in it can only be suppressed in my heart.

Leaving Kingsman Manor that night, and then making a big fuss with MI[-], although it was acting, it was also venting dissatisfaction.

Ronan did what she wanted to do but couldn't.

Ilsa agrees with Arthur's words, national interests come first!

There was a knock on the door, Ilsa turned off the TV, went to the door to take a look, and saw a familiar face.

Opening the door, the two looked at each other, and both found the flame in each other's eyes.

Ronan stepped into the door and closed the door behind his back.

Ilsa took off his coat, went to unbutton his belt, jumped up, her slender legs tightly clamped Ronan's waist.

Once, I was familiar with the way.

Type 72 is useful again.

This time, there is also a quick recovery bonus!
(End of this chapter)