Hong Kong movies: What era is this? Are you still playing the dwarf mule game?

Chapter 196

"That's right, Windsor, the three of us." Bond stretched out his hand, first pointing to himself, then to Windsor and David.

"In a way, the three of us have exactly the same interests, isn't it?

David, help us find the rest of the people. Although we can't let your people take the money away, other people can't take it away either! Isn't this exactly what you hope to achieve?"

Bond had a faint smile on his face and said this in a calm tone.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

In the intelligence community, there are no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies, but only eternal interests.

Today, the CIA can cooperate with Mossad to fight the Arabs.

Tomorrow, the CIA can also cooperate with the Arabs to fight the Hebrews.

Hearing this, David fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth slowly and said slowly: "To be honest, I don't believe you. God knows if you are going to use us as cannon fodder to charge into battle?"

"Dear Mr. David." Bond had a bright smile on his face.

"In fact, you don't have to trust us at all. We can share intelligence. After all, this is Hong Kong Island, our territory.

No matter what, even at all costs, we will do our best to maintain the normal order here. You should be able to understand what I said, right? Dear Mr. David.

Of course, in order to make our communication with each other more convenient and efficient, we will send an excellent liaison to assist you, and he will wholeheartedly provide you with thoughtful and meticulous service."

David knew very well in his heart what the other party meant.

The so-called liaison, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than an agent responsible for monitoring their every move.

"How about it, Mr. David, if you agree, you can be free immediately. Otherwise, I can only regretfully deport you.

Finally, Hong Kong Island is a beautiful city, and there is this beautiful girl. If you don't stay here for a while, this journey will become a regret."

This time, without too much time to think, David nodded and agreed: "We can share intelligence, and you can also send people to monitor us. But one thing is that you can't hinder our actions, and when we need support, you must also contribute..."

David stated his request. Instead of being driven out, it is better to stay like this.

At least, before finding the money, they Mossad and the CIA do have a common goal.

After hearing the other party's request, Bond looked at Windsor again.

After all, Windsor is the person in charge here and has actual power, and Bond is just here to help.

"Mr. David, I wish us a happy cooperation." Windsor stretched out his right hand.

"I wish us a happy cooperation!" Bond smiled and took Rachel's hand.

"Can we go now?" David looked at Windsor and said.

"Of course, this is your right, Mr. David, and this beautiful lady, you can freely visit this beautiful city."

Then, Windsor shouted to the outside of the door: "William, come in."

After William came in, Windsor pointed at David and Rachel and said to William: "William, you should accompany Mr. David and Miss Rachel for the next two days and try to meet all their needs. If there is any difficulty, you can tell me."

"Yes, sir!" William stood at attention and saluted Windsor.

...

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Windsor said to Bond: "Are they really trustworthy?"

Bond smiled slightly, did not answer directly, but asked back: "Then are we trustworthy?"

As friends for many years, the two looked at each other and showed a tacit smile on their faces.

If you want to live long in the intelligence community, you can't even trust yourself completely, so how can you trust others?

In fact, both sides knew that the fragile cooperation between the two sides could only last until the money was found.

…

Hawaii.

On an island.

Ethan was wearing beach pants, lying on the beach, the dazzling sunlight warmed his whole body.

On the other side, his girlfriend was sitting next to him, feeding him peeled grapes.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang.

In the resentful eyes of his girlfriend, he answered the call.The voice of his black friend Luther came from the phone: "Hi, Ethan, where are you now?"

"I'm on vacation, don't bother me, I'm hanging up." Ethan was about to hang up.

It's the most difficult to accept the favor of a beautiful woman. With a beautiful woman in front of you, what could be more important than this?

"No, no, Ethan, don't hang up, please, listen to me." Luther said hurriedly.

He was afraid that if he was a second late, Ethan, the bastard, would really hang up the phone. He could do such a thing.

Luther is a computer expert. These days, he found something very interesting on the Internet.

Following the clues, he was surprised to find that a huge amount of 100 million US dollars had mysteriously disappeared in Hong Kong Island.

"Ethan, there is a private job, enough for us to make a fortune,"

However, before Luther finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ethan: "I'm not interested, you can play by yourself, I'm very busy now."

"One hundred million, a full one hundred million US dollars, mysteriously disappeared in Hong Kong Island.

I found the source of this money, it was the Sarin royal family.

I also found some other documents, and there are data showing that this money is the money that the Sarin royal family is preparing to buy medium-range missiles from the bear. At present, agents from many countries have intervened in this matter.

Ethan, if we succeed this time, we can retire in the future. Don't you want to buy a yacht? After this job, you will have enough money to buy a yacht..."

"Luther, where are you, I'll find you." God, for the sake of US dollars, Ethan's attitude has made a 180-degree turn.

This is respect for money!

"I'm in Hong Kong Island, come over, I'll wait for you."

...

In a bar on Bowling Street.

A man wearing sunglasses and a mask sneaked into a private room.

In the private room, Lin Yi was screaming the theme song of A Better Tomorrow, "The Love of the Past", at the top of his lungs.

Lyrics by Lin Yi, music by Lin Yi.

After the song, Lin Yi clapped his hands.

The middle-aged man who had just come in also took off his glasses and mask. He was Shen Cheng, the boss of Sihai Trade.

At this sensitive time, the bar was obviously safer than Sihai Trade.