Chapter 569: Top Spy

After a good meal and a good drink, the two seemed to be more familiar with each other.

But everyone knew that it was impossible to make friends with drinking buddies after reaching this position.

So as soon as Smith left, Earl Jeffreys called the family spies.

"Go and check the situation of Smith's future son-in-law."

The Perez family? Earl Jeffreys was really not afraid.

He even disdained the contemporary Marquis Perez. If the old Marquis had not given birth to a good granddaughter, what would the Perez family be?

He was afraid of the old Marquis. If the old Marquis was gone, there would really be no fear at all.

If we talk about history, the spies of the Jeffreys family probably dated back to three or four hundred years ago, when it was still the Holy United Kingdom.

The most famous thing they did recently was probably sixteen years ago, when they revealed the heavy cavalry of the Perez family to the Louis royal family.

It caused a storm at that time. If the old Marquis had not calmed the situation, I am afraid that the entire Perez family would be dragged into the water.

Although the size of this spy organization has shrunk in recent years, its activities have gradually turned to the open, and they are more inclined to business activities.

However, their reliability and professionalism are not comparable to the so-called commercial spies hired by these capitalists.

Earl Jeffreys Jr. was relieved after handing over the task.

He didn't need to worry about the experience, technology and loyalty passed down from generation to generation.

...

James wore sunglasses and walked out of the family's safe house.

As a spy, he is not young anymore.

Nowadays, the times have changed rapidly in recent years, and various new things have emerged.

But James can proudly say that he is still a first-class spy. After all, he has become just a tool, not a person.

He felt very relaxed about the task assigned by the head of the family. If he was not bored, he would not take such a task without difficulty.

After taking out the note, James took out a match and lit it, then shook it, and the ashes disappeared in the wind.

The first stop was to go to Hadley University.

James easily got into the archives room, carefully wiped his footprints, and found the target's files.

He quickly read ten lines at a glance, and all the contents were memorized in his mind.

Then the original objects were put back in place, which was the memory of a first-class spy.

The second step was that he came to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Department, lit a cigarette and waited for a while.

He would definitely not risk sneaking into such a place.

When the contact person came, he wrote down a name and address and handed it to the other party.

"Check if there is any file."

There is no need to read the content, as long as it can be archived, it is real.

Soon, he got a reply, no problem.

"Charlie Perez? Interesting."

James thought it was fun. The information was real, but he didn't remember the situation of this branch.

As an important opponent for decades, he knew the situation of the Perez family from top to bottom, and the information of important members of the family was remembered in his mind.

Then there was only one situation left, this was a branch member, and at least ten years ago, he was not a main member of the Perez family.

At this point, the investigation was actually very simple.

Without the identity of a noble, how difficult would it be to investigate?

He ran to No. 1 Park Avenue again, which was said to be a place where the other party often appeared.

There happened to be a pancake seller opposite the gate. James stood in front of the stall and whispered, "Give me a pancake."

He stared at the magazine with one eye and the pancake stall with the other.

He was a first-class spy. It was no big deal to keep two eyes on the target.

Although he didn't think there would be any colleagues here, he still remained alert.

The boss's movements were skillful. It was obvious that he had been doing this for many years.

He was a first-class spy and would not miss any details.

"Boss, I heard that this magazine is very popular. Have you met their boss?"

"Yes, the boss is very beautiful."

"Beautiful? How come I heard that the boss is a man, and his name seems to be... Charlie?"

"You must have been deceived. I sell pancakes here every day and have met their boss."

"Really?"

He paid the money, ate a few bites, and then went around the back door of the magazine, ready to find an opportunity to sneak in.

As soon as he left, the pancake stall owner gestured to the building next to him... Be careful of this guy.

It was evening, and he was still wearing sunglasses. It would be fine if he was sick, but he was asking for these sensitive news. Isn't that courting death?

Soon someone approached, pretending to buy pancakes, and asked with his head down: "What's going on?"

"Maybe he's from the same business!" The pancake stand owner said quickly while making pancakes: "It smells like an old-school spy, but times have changed, and fighting alone is out of date."

Personal heroism? What a joke!

The manpower that could be mobilized before is completely incomparable to that of today.

Do you know how many people are ambushed nearby?

There are at least fifty or sixty people in the investigation department and the internal security. There are people watching from all angles, and they are all fully committed, and each has a normal identity to cover up.

Once the signal is sent, a company disguised as security guards can rush over.

It will definitely let all the demons and monsters see what a firepower strike is.

The man got the information and left immediately with the pancake.

Over there, James finished the pancake, wiped his mouth, and prepared to move.

He walked to the corner, and the light was very bad now.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the noise of the printing machines, which is very loud, covering up some of the smaller sounds.

But James moved his ears a few times, there was no footsteps, he was very sure that there was no one on the wall cloth.

He was a first-class spy, and listening to the sound to determine the position was just a basic skill.

He looked back and looked around, good... no one.

He jumped lightly and climbed over the wall handsomely.

On the upper floor nearby, there was no light in the room, and nothing could be seen from the outside.

A group of people were watching James climb over the wall. They didn't even use telescopes, and their eyesight was scary.

James was agile and even had a neat beauty.

Then... Ouch!

Seven or eight big men rushed over, grabbing his hands and legs, and some opened his mouth to see if he had hidden drugs.

Not to mention that Mr. James, a first-class spy, is already forty years old, even if he was twenty years younger, he couldn't stand this!

After confirming that he didn't hide drugs, the people tore off his collar, sealed his mouth, tied his hands and feet, and put him in a sack.

Soon, everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

As for Mr. James, the top secret agent, he was soon taken to the nearby torture room of the Detective Department.