Annie, a strange name.
Francis, a familiar surname.
Maybe some people can't remember this last name, but Gu Bei still remembers it.
This is a mixed-race family that migrated from the United States to France. It was originally affiliated with the Secret Party, but later became independent from the Secret Party, and vacillated between the Secret Party and the old aristocracy.
The main reason why Gu Bei was able to remember it was because of one person.
The former Miss Chen, Eri's grandmother, Uesugoshi's mother, Charlotte Chen.
After this woman left the Chen family, she followed her French father back to France and joined the Francis family.
So to some extent, Charlotte Chen's real name should be Charlotte Francis, or Charlotte Chen Francis.
According to the information Gu Bei currently has, the Francis family is inextricably linked to Odin, so Gu Bei has always had the idea of launching an investigation into the Francis family.
However, due to various reasons, this idea has never been implemented.
Now, the clues were proactively delivered to him.
However, Gu Bei hesitated.
The face that the woman used just now is obviously not her true face, so can this name be real?
Even if the name is true, is it really just a coincidence to meet him in a place like this?
If it's not a coincidence, what is the other party's purpose?
Is it myself, or...
Gu Bei cast his eyes on Eryi and thought for a moment.
"Tsk, what a coincidence." Gu Bei scratched his hair, and then held Annie's business card in his hand.
The magic machine was activated, and the high temperature in the palm of his hand melted the pure gold business card twice in an instant. Gu Bei squeezed the business card into a small gold bar with his hands.
Gu Bei took Eri Yi and Ying to the exchange office and threw the gold bar on the table: "Exchange it for chips for me, thank you."
"OK, just a second."
The Belarusian girl left with the gold nugget. After a while, she returned here and brought back a pile of chips: "Sir, your chips."
"Let's split up," Gu Bei distributed the chips to Eriki and Sakura, "Have a good time."
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
While Gu Bei was "trying" to collect money to meet Vincent, Fingel had already found the apparent captain of the YAAL - Sasha Realbakko.
In fact, it is not difficult to find this guy, because as long as you are on the boat, you can hear the radio sound from time to time.
"Hello, hello, this is the YAAL. We are sailing on the 72° north latitude. Is there a dear friend nearby who we can chat with? I hope you are an American with a sense of humor, ha! I met one last time The German guy who lives in Munich made really cold jokes. It took me a week to realize it after I landed ashore, but suddenly I was laughing all over the tables in the bar. Everyone thought I was a lunatic!"
Yes, the guy on this radio is Real Bacco.
In fact, he was not talking to the radio, but calling out on the radio channel for ships that might be around. But he was too bored, so he connected the radio and radio microphones together so that the guests on the ship could Hear his voice.
If you just listen to the content, he looks more like a late-night radio host than a captain.
Perhaps putting him in charge of the BBC's evening news broadcast can effectively restore the BBC's declining ratings year by year.
But unfortunately, although he very enthusiastically hoped that someone could respond to him on the radio, the radio maintained absolute silence, and there was even very little noise.
This is also a matter of course.
There are probably only ten ships in the world that dare to openly sail here in the Arctic Ocean during this season.
At this moment, other ships are either huddled in the military port or scattered in other corners of the Arctic Ocean.
The most advanced long-wave radios can only call a few hundred kilometers at most.
In other words, they sailed into a desert that was almost inaccessible to anyone.
There is a saying that if you are traveling on this kind of route, you will suffer from depression if you are not careful. After all, it feels like there is only such a boat left in the whole world, and that feeling of loneliness and loneliness.
Realbacco just had a little drink, so he wanted to try his luck.
If they happen to be able to call other polar ships, they usually change sailing slightly and go a short distance, while chatting on the radio for an hour or two - this is the third most boring activity in sailing in the Arctic Ocean.
The biggest one is drinking.
The second largest is gambling.
"Alas! I can't find anyone to chat with tonight!" Lelbakko sighed, "Then I'll go to the casino to try my luck. First mate, I'll leave this ship to you for the time being!"
He stumbled out, completely unaware that the first mate whom he had entrusted with the task smelled of alcohol - he had been sleeping on the steering wheel for half an hour.
After leaving the warm driving command center, the crisp wind in the corridor made him sober up. He walked to the porthole, watched the YAAL pass an iceberg again, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"You look a little nostalgic." A frivolous voice sounded next to him. His accent sounded like a German - that was the accent of the German guy from Munich who told him bad jokes. He was quite impressed.
Relbakko turned his head and saw a strong young man - the young man was so strong that he thought he was seeing a polar bear on the Arctic ice sheet.
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The bear-like man had an Aryan face, brilliant blond hair, and hard lines on his face—just as Relbakko guessed, he was a German.
The strong German man was wearing a white woolen coat, which made him look more like a polar bear, but this was not the focus of Relbakko's attention.
The point is... when did this guy stand here?
Lelbakko had been standing by the porthole for five minutes, but he didn't notice when the young man approached him.
Lelbakko narrowed his eyes: "Nostalgic? Maybe. Always sailing in such a lonely sea, we will give each iconic iceberg a girl's name, and they will always be waiting for us in this sea, and When we see them, we know where we are without looking at a chart."
Realbacco sighed for a while, and then asked: "What do you call it?"
"Fingal, Fingal von Flins, is the same guy as the German guy who told you bad jokes."
"You are from Munich too."
"Roughly the same."
"Then we are really destined, Mr. Fingel," Lelbakko said with a hearty smile, "How can I help you?"
"Can you take me to meet the captain?"
"Oh, is this your request?" Rybalko straightened his captain's hat, "So now you have seen, as you can see, Sasha Rybalko, the captain of the YAAL, We are always available to serve you!"
"No, it's not you." Fingel took out a cigar from the restaurant, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
At this moment, Fingel was no longer the last grader who had been in grade seven years, but an elite hybrid with dragon blood flowing through his body and gold lining his collar.
The news agency led by Fingel has various nicknames in Kassel, such as paparazzi, briquette cleaner, bleach and so on.
But perhaps many people don’t know that paparazzi also has a little-known nickname.
Wolves.
The king of paparazzi is actually the king of wolves.
"You might as well speak more clearly, Alexander." The King of the Wolf Pack locked his golden pupils at Lelbakko, like a predator targeting its prey.
Lelbakko had not felt such a strong aura of death for a long time, and his heartbeat curve suddenly became as steep and twisty as
The mountains of icebergs outside - if there was indeed a heartbeat device here that could show the changes in his heartbeat.
He subconsciously bent his knees, leaned forward, and retracted his hands into his sleeves, trying to grab the dagger hidden inside.
But he came up empty.
This is a kind of "body memory", just like a person who is very proficient in using a knife. Even if he is just standing there casually holding the knife, he will show a strong edge.
Major Alexander Rybalko once served in the Alpha Force of the Russian Federal Security Service. When he was in the army, he would wear an Alpha Force combat uniform. A dagger could be inserted into the sleeve of the uniform at any time.
But now his clothes are just ordinary sailor clothes - not the kind worn by Japanese high school students, but the kind used for sailing.
Naturally, there is no way to hide a murder weapon in the sleeves of this kind of clothes.
Unable to hold the dagger as he wished, Lelbakko suddenly felt uneasy. This was an instinctive reaction. When animals faced natural enemies, they would instinctively crave the power to resist, but when their resistance failed, they would Will feel anxious and uneasy.
Realbacco is certainly no exception.
Rather, when Fingel called out the name "Alexander", he did not collapse directly to the ground, which already showed that he had developed the final professionalism in the Alpha Force.
Alexander... this name was buried by his own hands.
He changed his address and phone number, cut off contact with all his old friends, even hired hackers to invade the Alpha Force server, deleted his own files, and performed several facial micro-plastic surgeries... and everything he did , all in order to abandon this name and the past of Alexander Lelbakko.
Alexander Lelbakow should not exist in the world.
There is only Sasha Realbakko in the world.
But now, this name appeared in front of him again, and he remembered crawling back from hell, wanting to drag the owner of his name to hell with him.
Those shining golden eyes stared at him, as if they could see everything behind him.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Alexander." Fingel looked away from him and looked back at the iceberg outside the porthole.
Without the gaze of the golden pupil, Lelbako suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but then, Fingel's next words made him feel relieved again.
"I just want to see Mr. Vincent." Fingel said.
"Vincent is..."
Lelbakko still wanted to play dumb, but Fingel had no patience.
"You only have one chance, Alexander," Fingel said.
His voice became cold and unmistakable. Perhaps the whole of Kassel had never seen Fingel like this before, so sharp and aggressive.
In fact, Fingel's character is like this. The shamelessness he usually displays is not a disguise. It's just that Fingel has good patience, so he is willing to play with others - but in the Greenland ice sea, his patience is almost worn out. All done.
As long as he was in this sea area, Fingel could feel the pain from his heart every minute.
Even Fingel himself doesn’t know what Fingel will do if he loses his patience.
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Stunned by Fingel's words, Lelbakko choked and closed his mouth.
The two fell silent.
The people passing by around them were like flowing water, and Relbakko and Fingel stood silently, like two rocks in the flowing water.
After a long silence, Lelbakko's tense body slowly relaxed, and he felt helpless: "It's not that I don't want to take you to see the boss, but you have to follow the rules of the ship on the ship."
Fingel is not an unreasonable person: "What are the rules?"
"The captain doesn't like to meet outsiders, so he made a special rule on the ship - only the gambler with the biggest bet is qualified to go up and see the captain."
After Relbacho finished speaking, he hit him up and down
After measuring Fingel, he said, "With all due respect, Mr. Fingel, you may not even be able to enter the gambling table of a public casino, let alone the boss's private casino."
So, money is still needed.
Fingel sighed, but what Relbakko said was true.
He couldn't spare a single dollar, and he still owed a large sum of money to his brothers in the news agency. Although he was not short of money, if he was asked to pay, he really couldn't afford it.
Fingel sighed, a little helpless.
Realizing that Fingel's mood had eased a bit, Lelbakko also relaxed completely: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Fingel. Rules are rules. I know you are strong, but no matter how strong you are, you must follow the rules. , otherwise you will not be able to see the boss even if you throw me into the ice sea. If you really need to see the boss for something, then you can prepare the money first. According to my experience, two hundred A thousand-dollar sword should be enough."
Realbacco had just finished speaking, but before Fingel could speak, another voice intervened: "Two million dollars, right?"
Lelbakko followed the sound and found that the speaker was an Asian young man with a handsome face, accompanied by two girls with different characteristics and beautiful looks.
With Fingel's lesson learned from the past, Lelbakko did not dare to act too presumptuously, but asked respectfully: "Are you..."
"My surname is Gu, Gu Bei." Gu Bei pointed at Fingel as he spoke, "He is the boss of this guy."
Lelbak: "..."
