Chapter 799

Half an hour later, Qin Fei and M ended their conversation.

Get out of Whitehall 2, get on Federer's Jaguar and head for the east end of London.

Qin Fei was not familiar with the road conditions here. The car turned west in the Middle East, a historic building in old London, and finally stopped in the middle of a narrow street.

When he got out of the car, Qin Fei saw a restaurant on the side of the road at the first sight. The sign on it was French and English, and the name of the Champs Elysees was written on it.

It is not difficult to see that this is a French restaurant.

In general, the better French restaurants in London are difficult to book places, and they often have to queue up. However, this restaurant looks very quiet. There are no queuing guests at the door, and you can't see how many guests there are through the light yellow glass window.

Led by Ms. m, the three entered the restaurant.

The waiter seemed to be no stranger to Ms. M. he nodded and made a sign of invitation, and then went to the front to lead the way.

The three of them, led by the waiter, passed through the restaurant and then turned into the back kitchen. There was a door at the end of the back kitchen. When it was opened, it was a semi open kitchen.

The room was filled with a fragrance.

A fat uncle in an apron, over half a hundred years old, holding a non stick pot in his hand, kept turning the spoon in the sound of simmering and frying.

"M! Are you coming?"

The middle-aged uncle looked back and looked at m, "I'm sorry, just wait for me for a while, I'll be right away."

Qin Fei looked next to the middle-aged uncle. He had placed three plates of small tomatoes. The tomatoes were hollowed out and stood on the plate.

Beside the three white porcelain plates, there is a small refrigerator. Needless to guess, it must be full of ice.

Qin Fei seems to realize that this middle-aged uncle is the Gallic chicken of France, and can speak well about Comoros, otherwise m won't come to see him with himself.

"Boris, get busy first. We can wait."

Ms. m said, pointing to the table next to her, with several stools next to her.

"Sit down, we have a good time tonight," m said to Qin Fei. "This is Boris, director of Africa Department of DGSE in France."

When m introduced himself, Boris turned back to Qin Fei, nodded, glanced at Charlotte, turned back and continued to focus on preparing his sauce in the pan.

Qin Fei can only sit down patiently.

He thinks Boris seems a little rude. M is the head of MI6 anyway, and he is just the director of DGSE. It is reasonable to say that M is one level higher than him in identity. He has to wait for him to cook when he comes to meet.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. M and I are old friends. When we meet in London, I never want to eat in those English restaurants..."

He looked back and thought he was humorous: "of course, in Britain, there is no restaurant in this concept. They all like to eat fish and chips..."

Boris made a hard to swallow expression.

"I'd rather die than eat the fish and chips promised to the Empire, so every time I meet, I come here and cook by myself. I always think that talking about things in a good atmosphere can get better results, and nothing is more suitable than the atmosphere of a restaurant."

With that, his sauce was ready. Boris turned off the fire, then opened the small refrigerator next to him and took out a large stainless steel bowl.

Qin Fei noticed that it was full of French snails fried with herbs and French onions.

Boris stuffed the frozen snails into the hollowed out tomatoes one by one, and then poured the light yellow slightly thick sauce on it.

Finally, the finished product was brought to three people, one plate for each person, and one plate was left for himself.

Then he went aside, picked up a thermometer, put it into an ice bucket, looked at the temperature, and took out a bottle of red wine that had been opened.

"AOC District, the designated wine of Ashery palace, Christie's winery."

Then he poured red wine into the three people's red wine glasses and sat down beside m and opposite Qin Fei and Charlotte.

"Are you hungry?" Boris was familiar with it. "Eat, my craft should be acceptable."

Ms. m said to Boris, "let me introduce you to these two guests tonight..."

"No, no, no, no need to introduce." Boris picked up a snail, took out the snail meat fork dipped in sauce with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it very intoxicatingly, and then looked at Qin Fei and Charlotte: "The handsome young man should be Qin Fei, the head of the X mercenary regiment that has recently become popular in the mercenary circle in Africa, and the other beautiful young lady..."

He stood up slightly, and owed up. He politely said, "this is Komolo's royal highness of Sherlock."

"Mr. Boris, I'm glad you still think I'm a princess, but I actually have nothing now." Charlotte also got up and saluted, "we've come to you tonight just to ask for something."

"Hmm..." Boris put another mouthful of snail meat in his mouth, picked up the red wine glass and kept shaking in the light. He didn't look at Charlotte, but stared at the Yan red liquid.

"You want to know our attitude towards Gary in France now, don't you?"

Boris glanced at M next to him intentionally or unintentionally.

Ms. m has been eating slowly and tasting red wine slowly. She has not spoken, as if she were a transparent person.

He continued: "I can tell you now that we have no intention of getting involved in the internal affairs of the Comoros, or even the war."

Qin Fei was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Boris, do you mean that no matter how we deal with our family, you Gauls won't intervene?"

"No, you're wrong," Boris said. "If you attack comolo with arms, we'll do it."

Qin Fei was stunned. Isn't this a contradictory statement?

Since I don't want to get involved, why do I take action when I attack?

Isn't this bullshit?

"Our conversation below is purely drunken nonsense at a private dinner. We will not answer your question as a figure in the diplomatic department or even as a member of Parliament or the prime minister. However, since we are responsible for African affairs, our suggestions and information can have an impact on decision makers in this regard."

Boris said: "there is a defense agreement between our countries and Comoros. That is to say, at present, the agreement is still in force. If there are no abnormal circumstances, the agreement is still in force, and we must perform our duties, because if Comoros is subjected to a military attack, our military base on the nearby island has the responsibility to send relevant troops for support."

"Gary usurped the throne, isn't it an abnormal situation?" Qin Fei felt a little dizzy. Du Temo had a coup, and the crown prince and the king of the old country were killed. Why isn't it an abnormal situation?

"Usurping the throne? Is what you said true? Do you have evidence? If you have evidence, I can feed back the information to my superiors, which is good for Princess Charlotte." Boris wrote softly, sipping his red wine.

Qin Fei's scalp was fried.

Evidence?

Shit, does this need documentary evidence?

Isn't that bullshit?

"Hassan is the former Orthodox crown prince. Gary has been deposed. He suddenly killed Prince Hassan and the old king Enoch IX died. Isn't it evidence? Your department will certainly have relevant intelligence collection for this matter, right?" Qin Fei said reluctantly. "As long as he is not blind, I'm afraid he can see it."

"Are you sure everything you said is true, Mr. Qin?" Boris seemed to be ready and stared at Qin Fei without blinking. "But Prince Gary also said he was orthodox."

"As you said, Mr. Boris, what about his evidence? Just one mouth, or his public speech?" Qin Fei tit for tat.

Boris picked up the white napkin, wiped the sauce around his mouth, took something from a briefcase on the table and threw it in front of Qin Fei.

"Look for yourself."

Qin Fei's eyes fell on the thin file. From the outer cover, he couldn't see the content.

Since Boris took it as evidence, it must be something in Gary's favor.

His hand slowly reached out and caught the file bag in Charlotte's confused and uneasy eyes.