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When we arrived at Mrs. Jones' office, she was in a meeting. Knowing that we had arrived, she instructed her assistant to take us to the multimedia room to wait for her.
About fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Jones walked into the multimedia room. "How are you boys doing these days?" Before we could respond, Mrs. Jones was already smiling and greeting us, without any sign of seriousness that an important task was about to be assigned. "Terrible, ma'am..." Jason always put on a professional face at work. He said casually: "These days have been too idle, we're all going to grow moss! It's not as exciting as being in the battlefield!" "And you, Toad? How do you feel?" After hearing Jason's complaint, Mrs. Jones turned her gaze to me and asked with a smile.
Actually, what Jason said was exactly what I had in mind, and I also understood that he was speaking on my behalf. I smiled and said to Mrs. Jones: "Ma'am, I'm with Jason!" "Oh... are you going to grow hair too? It seems our Foreign Affairs Bureau is going to have two more apes!" Mrs. Jones joked, but soon she put away her smile and seriously told us: "It doesn't matter, from today on, you'll probably have to put away your lazy bones and rush to the front line of war." I asked in surprise: "What? Ma'am, are you going to send us to the battlefield?" Mrs. Jones nodded and said: "That's right, but not the kind of battlefield with guns and bullets that you think of, but a crisis-ridden special agent battlefield." I naturally understood what she meant, so I asked anxiously: "Then quickly tell us what the mission is!" Jason also chimed in at this moment, saying: "Yes, what exactly is the mission?"
"Remember the massive financial heist that swept across global stock markets a few years ago? At that time, then-IMF Managing Director Krout, under the clandestine instigation and support of the Gureital cult organization, carried out a crazy overhaul of global monetary policies. As a result, the financial markets of countries around the world were thrown into chaos, with numerous financial oligarchs and tens of millions of shareholders seeing their accounts wiped clean overnight; many were driven to desperation and chose to jump off buildings. The losses inflicted on national treasuries are immeasurable. After the scandal broke out, Krout vanished into thin air, and for years, authorities have been mobilizing massive manpower and resources to search for his trail, but to no avail. However, just recently, we finally discovered his whereabouts, and that's why I've called you all here today - to send you on a secret mission to apprehend him."
On the screen, Kruit's video footage kept playing. The Kruit in front of me was young and strong, with a heroic spirit. When I was still in elementary school, he had already become a financial giant controlling the world's finances. How glorious he was at that time! But now, he has fallen to an internationally wanted criminal.
"Where is he now?" Jason asked. "Paris," Mrs. Jones replied. "When do we leave?" I asked. "The sooner the better, you'll be leaving tonight," Mrs. Jones said. "I've already arranged for your tickets to be booked and I'll send over the details of the plan to your AK later."
Jason smiled and clapped his hands, saying: "Alright, this time I must give that old rascal Krute a show." "Jason, everything will be done according to my orders, no rashness!" Mrs. Jones said very seriously. "Don't worry, ma'am, I will, but..." Jason squeezed his eyes and continued: "Paris... the city of romance, ma'am... dear aunt! After completing the task, can Muddy and I come back a few days later and have some fun there? You're an enlightened leader, I think you won't disagree, right?"
Mrs. Jones looked at Jason and then at me, smiling and said: "I only care about the results, as for the rest, you two young men arrange it yourselves." "Oh! Long live Auntie..." Jason shouted loudly. Mrs. Jones said: "Alright, now go back and prepare, remember to arrive at the airport on time at 7 o'clock..."
"Yes!" We both responded in unison and stood up straight, giving a salute. Then, we turned around and left the multimedia room, striding out of the Foreign Affairs Office building with big steps.
On the plane, Jason was abnormally excited and kept talking non-stop. "You know, Toad! Paris is a place where stories happen easily, those charming French girls are so passionate, hmm... it feels great to be hugged by them!" As I looked around at the surrounding passengers who were all staring at us, I reminded Jason: "Stop talking nonsense, everyone is looking at you." Jason continued unabated: "Who cares? Honestly, why did Auntie make us sit in this annoying economy class instead of business class? Sitting with these nameless clowns is really terrible. Toad, don't mind them... look at that flight attendant, isn't she pretty? If I wasn't admiring her, I would definitely move to business class."
I took a look at the flight attendant sitting in the corner of the cabin, and indeed she was very cute. I said to Jason: "Really, she's very cute, but still shut your mouth and save some energy for those French girls!" Jason sneered: "Toad, honestly, seeing such a beautiful flight attendant, don't you have any thoughts? Don't you want to... uh... press her onto the bed?" I waved my hand and said: "No mood." Jason laughed eerily: "You won't be stupid from fighting too much, how can you not have any desires? Honestly, Toad, was your thing blown away by a bomb?"
