Chapter 797

The next day, nine o'clock at night.

The sun never sets, Empire, London.

Qin Fei and Charlotte walked out of the customs. There was a middle-aged man in a suit holding a sign in the airport hall. The sign said: welcome to Mr. felderon.

This is a good code word between M and Qin Fei on the phone.

Qin Fei walked over with Charlotte. The visitor put down the sign, smiled and bowed slightly to them, looking like a gentleman.

Obviously, M has already shown the photos of the two to the person who picked up the plane.

"Mr. Qin?" the visitor asked tentatively with a standard London accent.

Qin Fei nodded.

"I'm Federer." the suit man introduced himself with a top hat: "Ms. m asked me to pick you up and see her. Please follow me."

Then he went to Charlotte and reached for her suitcase.

Along the way, Qin Fei deliberately booked an economy class ticket and didn't help Charlotte with her luggage.

It's not that Qin Fei has no gentlemanly demeanor, or can't afford to pay for business class and first class, but that Qin Fei wants to see if this once pampered princess has the courage to face reality today.

If a person is at a low point, if he still cherishes yesterday's glory and cannot extricate himself, and is still arrogant and extravagant, he is not worth fighting for her.

Fortunately, Charlotte did not disappoint Qin Fei.

The three of them walked out of the airport hall. A Jaguar parked outside the door.

After getting on the bus, the driver put into gear, marked out the parking area and drove towards the city center.

Qin Fei seemed a little tired. He had to tighten his nerves all the way and be careful of the surrounding situation.

No one knew Gary's idea. As a matter of fact, now he has won the battle. He will never care about Sherlock's worthless character. He will not try hard to kill his royal highness.

However, there is an old saying in state-owned Z called "drive carefully for thousands of years". Qin Fei is always cautious because of his professional habits. After all, there is no harm in this way.

Qin Fei didn't sleep well last night.

After coming out of Victor's hangar and returning to the camp, Qin Fei began to make a battle plan.

Making a battle plan is not a simple thing. Recruitment, targeted training, logistics supply preparation and intelligence data collection should all be considered in the overall plan. In fact, it is no different from carrying out a real battle deduction.

Qin Fei, Lao Yu, Zhou Yifa and others temporarily laid a map in the combat room, on which all possible battles were deduced.

Although many places are not yet mature, the general battle plan is well known.

Before leaving the tiyo, Qin Fei told him to send it on Monday and asked him to secretly start looking for suitable sources of troops among the soldiers participating in intensive training in the current camp, and consciously carry out amphibious landing training in the near future.

As for the small unit of the X mercenary corps and the strong platoon sent on Monday, all of them will be handed over to Lao Yu.

Lao Yu is responsible for organizing all personnel to carry out penetration and attack training, especially for the raid and control of key traffic points at comolo airport, radio station and wharf.

Make better arrangements. Qin Fei only had three hours of sleep. He left tiyo at dawn in the morning and flew to London at the capital airport of Eritrea.

After connecting halfway, it took a full 11 hours to reach the destination.

When the Jaguar car crossed the Millennium Bridge, Charlotte looked out of the window at the London eye by the Thames River.

A few months ago, she had been to Europe. At that time, he was still a princess with many stars. After a few months, when he came back here, he had nothing. Moreover, his father and brother died, and the world seemed to have undergone earth shaking changes in just a few days.

The car phone suddenly rang, and Qin Fei, who closed his eyes to refresh himself, woke up from his confusion.

Federer grabbed the phone, put it on his ear, listened to it, and then handed it to Qin Fei in the back row.

"Ms. M's phone."

Qin Fei took the microphone and before he could speak, there came the sound of M.

"Qin, welcome to London."

"Madam, I'm glad you promised to see me," Qin Fei said. "I thought it was difficult for friends to help at this time."

"Of course not. You are a capable person. For us, what we appreciate most is a capable person. Just like businessmen with assets, banks are always willing to give high loans." m said: "Don't worry. I've arranged everything for you when you called. Come to Whitehall first. We'll wait for someone when we meet. In the evening, I'll arrange for you to sit down and enjoy dinner. You can talk about a lot of things at the table."

"Thanks for your kindness, Qin Fei keeps it in mind. We Z people have an old saying that the kindness of a drop of water should be rewarded by a gushing spring, but please rest assured that I will remember it if you help me this time." Qin Fei is neither arrogant nor humble.

M said politely: "I think you're polite. In fact, I'm just a needle pusher. I can't guarantee anything. France is our ally, but I won't tell them what to do. Whether you can convince each other depends on yourself."

"Well, that's enough. I'll do my best."

After hanging up, Qin Fei handed the microphone back to Federer.

Soon after, the car entered Westminster, turned from Trafalgar Square into Whitehall street and stopped in front of number 2.

Whitehall street is the concentration of administrative departments in the capital of the Empire where the sun never sets. It is only a street away from Downing Street where the prime minister works. Whitehall 2 is a Victorian style building. A flagpole is erected in one corner of the building, on which the flag of the Empire never sets, swaying gently in the night wind.

Federer took them around to a small unmarked door on the side and raised his hand to knock.

After a moment, the door opened with a babble.

A security guard with a big cap pulled the and looked at the three vigilantly.

Federer took out his ID and handed it to the security guard.

"This is Ms. M's guest. She's waiting to see us."

The security guard looked at Federer's ID, confirmed it and pointed to the opposite Hall of the building: "she's in the office. You can go there by yourself."

Through the long corridor, the interior of the building does not look magnificent, but rather simple.

The light in the corridor with a warm yellow, scattered on everyone, makes people feel sleepy.

Finally, after crossing two corridors, I finally came to an old style elevator.

Federer made an invitation gesture, Qin Fei took the lead, Charlotte then, Federer at the end, a line of three people fished through the elevator.

In the rhythmic sound of chain pulling, the elevator climbed to the third floor, and Federer took them along the long corridor again.

Qin Fei felt that there were almost countless corridors here, as if he had entered a labyrinth. He suddenly understood that these places might be deliberately designed to make those people who planned evil here feel dizzy and unable to find the target even if they came in.

Once again, he came to an unmarked door. Federer sorted his clothes, straightened his waist, reached out his hand and knocked respectfully on the door.

"Come in."

M's voice came from the room.