"This secret base was built by me many years ago and has been in use ever since, but since no one knows about it, there are no safety issues."
Frank continued to lead Johnny further inside. After going down an escalator, they arrived at the core area of the secret base.
It was about 50 square meters, with a small lounge area and a workbench. The rest of the space was filled with weapons and ammunition.
"These are for supplies."
Frank walked to the sofa and sat down. "Before I formally involve you, I need to tell you some basic information."
"Although William Giles is also the CIA's head of security, he and I are not the same; we belong to different departments. We are more like mutual supervisors. I suspect that a long time ago, I planned an operation in Tanzania, and this operation was directly authorized by the Vice President. Now that the Vice President is about to run for election, he hopes to erase all clues related to these war crimes."
Frank slowly revealed some of the information he had investigated, and Johnny listened silently by his side.
After listening for a while, he finally understood the whole story. When Frank was young, he participated in an assassination operation in Tanzania directly authorized by the President, which led to a war between Tanzania and its neighboring country.
His former superior is now running for President, so this has become a black mark against him, and he needs to find a way to erase it.
As the executor at the time, Frank was naturally the primary target to be eliminated, and sending William Giles, the head of security, to apprehend him was precisely for this purpose.
"So, are you going to eliminate the Vice President, or find more evidence and make it public?"
Johnny's reaction was quick. Since this was the reason, Frank would only find him for two things: either to eliminate the President, or to find all the data and make it public, ruining the Vice President's reputation.
"I need to collect information and make all of it public." Frank had, of course, considered assassinating the Vice President, but after thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to ruin his reputation than to let him die so easily.
Johnny nodded in understanding. "Then what do I need to do?"
"I need you to assist me in this operation and protect my safety." Frank looked at Johnny and spoke directly.
"I am well aware of your capabilities and what you have been doing during this time, so I believe you can do it."
As a top CIA agent, Frank was intimately familiar with Johnny's file, including the things he had done in Libya and Russia.
Someone who could be accepted by the Sacrifice Squad would naturally not be bad.
"No problem."
Without thinking, Johnny agreed to the matter. In his mind, he had already evaluated the situation and believed he could do it.
Seeing Johnny agree, Frank immediately took out an anonymous franklin black card and placed it on the table. "Here is a million as remuneration; I'm paying it in advance."
Watching Johnny take the black card, Frank said, "Then, from now on, all my actions and safety will be entrusted to Night Owl, sir."
This time, Frank used Johnny's codename.
Johnny naturally knew what that meant.
After everything was explained, the two went their separate ways. Johnny exited through another passage.
Frank needed to contact his old friend, and Johnny did not need to be with him.
He only needed to find an arms dealer named Kelte, because this person held the evidence of the crimes committed in Tanzania back then.
Coming out of that passage, Johnny found himself in a different location, about 300 meters from the alley where they had been earlier.
After walking out of the alley, Johnny looked around and then quickly blended into the crowd.
Following the bustling crowd, Johnny moved along with them. The advantage of this was that it prevented his movements from being too unusual and attracting attention.
After walking a certain distance with the crowd, perhaps a few hundred meters, Johnny swiftly slipped away from the crowd into an alley.
The purpose of entering this alley was because there was a bar inside, and in that bar was the person Frank wanted Johnny to meet.
When Johnny pushed open the bar door and walked in, the bartender was wiping glasses, and the background music was a soothing blues tune.
A few punks in strange outfits were fooling around in the corner, chatting about who knows what. When Johnny pushed the door open, their gaze turned towards him.
"Oh, it's an Asian. It's been a long time since we've had an Asian here."
The punks seemed a bit surprised.
Johnny ignored them and went directly to the bar, sat down, and then pulled out a franklin.
"A glass of your signature cocktail, please."
Although it was afternoon, Johnny didn't mind having a cocktail, and the bartender was used to it.
He reached out, took the franklin, and then began his bartending performance.
Just then, a boy in a suit and tie, wearing glasses, walked in.
Since Johnny had his back to him, he didn't notice.
The boy, holding an umbrella and with shiny leather shoes, walked in, looked around, and then sat down at the innermost table.
When the punks saw the boy, they immediately became a little excited. Johnny, at least, didn't look easy to mess with, but this boy was another story.
As a drink was placed in front of Johnny, the cocktail was ready.
Johnny took the glass and looked at the liquid inside—a light green.
Why did this feel so familiar?
Johnny suddenly didn't feel like talking; he just silently placed the glass aside, with no intention of drinking it.
Behind him, the punks' conversation grew more intense and aggressive.
The target of their aggression was the boy sitting in the innermost part of the bar. As they spoke, the boy stood up and walked towards the door.
The boy at the door didn't intend to simply push it open and leave; instead, he unhurriedly reached out and closed the door, then locked it from the inside.
With a click, the only door leading out of the bar was locked.
"If you don't know the ceremony, you can't stand it."
"Manners maketh man."
Then the boy turned around to face the punks inside, loosening the tie at his collar. "Then let me teach you what manners are."
The boy looked at the punks through his glasses. This boy was Eggsy, who was on a mission in France.
Hearing this, Johnny couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of the door, and he was also a bit surprised. Wasn't this the kid he met earlier in Berlin?
What was his name again, Knights of the Round Table?
What was this rookie doing here?
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