Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 635 I Sit at the Children's Table
Just after noon, the flight from District [-] to District [-] landed slowly at the airport. The urban structure of District [-] was far from Song Lan's imagination. Most of the city buildings adopted the palace-style style. , a magnificent fortress is located in the center of the city.

"That is the private territory of the Iris Consortium. Only family members and knights who have sworn allegiance to the family can enter."

Jasmine rested her right hand on her forehead, blocking the warm spring sun.

She looked at the magnificent royal city in the distance. The designers of the Iris Consortium spent countless efforts to build this castle that combines technology and classical style.

At this moment, the entire royal city is bathed in holographic projections.

The pure white iris, symbolizing the imprint of the family's supreme power, seems to have branded the city, as if even the power of the council cannot get involved in the affairs of the royal city.

It was hard for Song Lan to imagine that such a place would exist in 2167.

The towering castle seems to be calling for the past era of kings and nobles.

"I still have some work to do next, let's leave it at that."

Jasmine knew the proper way to talk. They chatted all the way on the plane, but they both tacitly avoided the topic of each other's purpose of coming to the second district. Their contact was more like a chat between friends.

"Ivan is waiting for us, we have to start to act."

Lu Xiang watched Jasmine go away, and said something.

Ivan contacted her almost as soon as they got off the plane. There is no impenetrable wall in this world, and MI[-]'s intelligence network has penetrated into the Iris Consortium.

But it's normal to think about it. The chairman of the council will definitely not let a big family like the Iris Consortium control the core city ignore it.

SI[-] and the counterintelligence department are organizations that are held in the hands of the council and not controlled by companies and families.

But ironically, the swarm was the first to infiltrate the organization.

What Ivan left behind was not a direct address, but a series of puzzles. The three of them had to go around this unfamiliar big city several times before finally finding a bar in a remote corner. They seem to have returned to the Middle Ages.

There are no colorful lights and loud music inside, and the wooden tables and chairs in the hall are crookedly displayed everywhere. When I entered the door, Ivan was standing behind the bar in an old dress, compared to a few months ago , His appearance changed drastically, he grew a mustache, and he looked as if he was ten years older, from an enthusiastic bartender to a calm middle-aged image.

"Two shots of vodka and a glass of orange juice, on my head."

He pressed the button under the bar calmly, and a secret passage appeared at their feet.

Ivan locked the door and put up the closing sign.

Two glasses of spirits, pay tribute to friends who haven't seen for a long time.

So, the two glasses of vodka were in the hands of Lu Xiang and Ye Lu respectively, and Song Lan toasted Ivan with freshly squeezed orange juice.

In his impression, Ivan was always enthusiastic. Apart from always getting the guests drunk, he was impeccable in his work. The Gold Digger Bar needed such a bartender.

After Ivan left the [-]th District, Roger, Valen and Zhuang Chi also often complained that the new bartender was not as good as Ivan, which made them feel a bit worse when they went to the Gold Digger Bar to visit Offee and the former mayor mean.

Offie has always wanted to find someone who can replace Ivan, but the bartender changed two or three back and forth, but they couldn't get close.

"To our friendship."

Song Lan raised his glass first.

"You wait for me first."

Ivan saw through Song Lan's treachery at a glance. He put down the vodka bottle in his hand and snatched the cup from Yelu's hand. He didn't know what the background of this child was, but she was obviously not old enough to drink. .

There is obviously a problem with the three cups of drinking.

What kind of adult would pass a full glass of vodka to a child without a blush or a heartbeat?

"Old Song, this is not right."

Ivan's eyes darkened, but his attitude towards alcohol was pious and serious.

"There's nothing wrong. I think you haven't seen me for a long time, so you're confused?"

Facing Iwan's questioning, Song Lan remained calm and unhurried, "When it comes to receptions, I always sit at the child's table, and you don't have to worry about her. This child is called Ye Lu, and she usually eats anything."

Ivan was at a loss for words for a moment.

Because apart from Song Lan, he had never seen any old man who could sit at the children's table calmly at the reception!

But soon, his attention was forced to leave Song Lan and shifted to Ye Lu. Although he confiscated Ye Lu's cup, the little girl picked up the vodka bottle that he put on the chair.

Instead of drinking, she swallowed the bottle directly.

For a moment, the little girl's mouth opened so wide that it violated the structure of the human body, like a mutant creature, she directly swallowed something she didn't know.

"This is good."

Yelu, who swallowed the wine bottle, quickly gave feedback, her little face was flushed and her body was warm.

This thing called vodka is much better than energy drinks.

"Don't be dazed, come on, drink this cup."

Song Lan finally drank the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and Ivan, who had become groggy because of the sudden scene in front of him, also fell asleep and drank a glass full of spirits.

Song Lan was the most cunning person he had ever met.

Except for the first time, every time he was able to use intrigue to get rid of the liquor and replace it with fruit juice, which never happened to anyone else.

"I'll let you off this time. When you finish your work, you must come to my place for a drink."

Ivan can't remember how many times he said this sentence to Song Lan, it has almost become a habitual conversation when they meet.

Song Lan also agreed as before, "Next time, next time."

Everything seemed to go back to the time when they first met in the Gold Digger Bar many months ago.

But now, their identities and positions are different, and there are still some difficult missions waiting for them to complete, which is why he called them here.

If there is no conclusive evidence, the core members of the arrogant Iris Consortium will not obediently cooperate with MI[-]'s investigation.

"If you want to investigate useful clues, you must go deep into the castle, but you should have inquired about it when you came here. It is not easy to get in there."

"Do you have a solution?"

"Yes, but I can't get you in together."

Ivan nodded, "According to my plan, the first person to enter is you."

"I?"

Song Lan was stunned for a moment. He heard that only knights who are loyal to the Iris Consortium are eligible to enter the royal city, and even ordinary knights can only walk around the periphery, and only those members of the personal guard who are responsible for maintaining security can enter the palace In the inner area, meet the core members of the Iris Consortium.

He is very self-aware, he has never possessed any noble spirit that belongs to a knight, "I, Song Lan, what virtue can I do?"

"I didn't have a chance at first, but I heard that you are very good at cooking."

Ivan's eyes were burning, "You should have heard about Isabel. She has lost her appetite since she was banned at home in the second district. Her mother is recruiting excellent chefs in the city to cheer her up. The city has already There are quite a few executive chefs of high-end restaurants who have been there, and they all ended up failing.”

"Then I have no chance."

"No, you have."

Unexpectedly, it was not Iwan who refuted him, but Lu Xiang, "You are much better than the chefs in those high-end restaurants."

These words come from the heart.

Having been with Song Lan for so long, she has never questioned Song Lan's level of fishing, killing and cooking.

"I've been to many high-end restaurants in core cities, and none of them are as high as yours."

"But……"

"Old Song, I believe in you."

Ivan patted Song Lan's shoulder as a sign of encouragement. At the same time, he calmly handed Song Lan a small bottle of powdered medicine, "You can administer the medicine if necessary, but how to bring it in is up to you. You need to think about it yourself."

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　　Small theater its 99:
　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Wednesday, evening.

　　Song Lan discovered a serious problem. No matter how witty he was, Lu Xiang always wanted to be superior, and always gave him a fatal blow at an unexpected time.

　　This feeling of being played with in the palm of your hand is not a good feeling.

　　Therefore, he decided to face Lu Xiang directly today.

　　"Old Lu, let me ask you a question, where did you learn all these military theories?"

　　"I work in counterintelligence and I usually deal with the most cunning people in the coalition government."

　　"But I think I'm also very cunning."

　　He corrupted the staff of various departments under the noses of the Council, and "Corporate Supremacy" was about to be completely replaced by "Salted Fish Program". This was a feat that no cunning criminal in the coalition government had ever achieved.

　　"Indeed...you want to hear the truth?"

　　"think."

　　"We have a theory that if both parties are equally intelligent, the final competition is the inner awareness, that is, the determination to achieve the goal. Obviously, my awareness must be higher than yours."

　　"That may not be..."

　　Song Lan's voice stopped abruptly.

　　Because Lu Xiang's hand was lightly on his thigh, she didn't say anything, but her eyes expressed everything.

　　Seeing this, she sat close to Song Lan with her mouth in satisfaction, and breathed in his ear like blue, "A lot of times, you just don't admit it."

　　This time, Song Lan swallowed her saliva and did not speak again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)