Chapter 9 What Have You Prepared

After talking for an hour, Yang Yi did not wait for John Jones after waiting for two hours at the agreed cafe.

It was raining outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The weather in London was very normal. Yang Yi took a sip of the new coffee and glanced at the cafe door.

A man in a trench coat and a top hat pushed the door and walked in. He glanced at Yang Yi and walked straight to Yang Yi, whispering, "Is that you?"

"it is me."

It was raining a lot outside. The man who just came in took off the top hat on his head, took off his windbreaker, and hung it on the coat rack next to him. He stretched out his hand towards Yang Yi who stood up, and said with a smile: "I'm John Jones."

"My name is Yang Yi."

John Cook's hair on the temples was gray, and he looked more than sixty years old, but his hair was carefully taken care of, and his clothes were very fitted and very delicate, and he felt very comfortable.

John Jones had an apologetic and gentle smile on his face. After sitting down opposite Yang Yi, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. The weather tonight is really bad."

"Yeah, thank you for coming to see me in such bad weather."

John Jones' smile suddenly froze, and then he spread his hands and said, "Your father, he is not a person who is easy to get along with and easy to talk to. I didn't want to see you, but I thought that since your father asked you to see me, Then I'd better come and see you, otherwise I'll probably have to pay a price I can't afford, so I'm here."

Yang Yi's expression also froze, he didn't know how to answer.

John Jones asked for a cup of coffee from the waiter, and then he said to Yang Yi, "Now that I'm here, what do you want to say, you can start now."

Yang Yi didn't know what to say, he was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and then whispered: "I may need your help."

John Jones nodded: "This is foreseeable, please continue."

"I..."

Yang Yi felt that he could not control the rhythm of this meeting. Compared with an old spy like John Jones, he was as tender as a newborn child, and it would be self-inflicted to want to control the rhythm.

Since you can't hide it, you don't have a choice, and you can't master the rhythm, then you should just say something straight.

Spreading his hands, Yang Yi said solemnly, "The whole thing is not too complicated. Eleven years ago, my father and mother both died. A few days ago, I found out the real cause of their death, and I want to give them Revenge, but I have to be a spy if I want to get revenge, I need someone to take me if I want to enter the industry, and I can only find you."

John Jones breathed and said, "Vengeance? This is really a bad choice. Revenge is completely pointless, and it will put you and the people around you in a very dangerous situation, so I don't know what to do. Help you, frankly speaking, if you want to find someone to help you with revenge, then you have found the wrong person, and I will never help you with revenge."

Yang Yi immediately said: "I'm not asking you to help me with revenge, I just need to enter the circle of espionage and understand this industry."

John Jones stared at Yang Yi. After thinking for a moment, he said solemnly, "Then who is your enemy?"

"I don't know, I only know that my father was poisoned and then pretended to be in a car accident, and my mother also died of poisoning and was disguised as a heart attack, but I don't know who the enemy is."

John Jones shook his head and whispered, "Young man, when you ask for help, you should at least be frank."

"I really do not know."

"No, you know, you're lying, please don't test my patience and judgment, it's forgivable that you don't want to speak clearly, that's why I'm willing to listen to you tell the truth, but you're seeking me I can choose not to help you, so you'd better tell the truth."

Yang Yi felt that he was being led away all the time, but he still said that, he had no choice, and he had no ability to hide, and he couldn't even lie in front of others.

"Well, the enemy may be the man in gray, it's just possible, I really don't know more."

A trace of doubt appeared on John Jones' face, and then he whispered: "The man in gray...what is it, or who is he?"

John Jones didn't know the man in grey?

Yang Yi was even more puzzled, so he whispered: "I don't know, I only know the name. It seems to be an organization or maybe a person. Really, I know so much."

John Jones stared at Yang Yi's eyes, then he finally nodded and said: "Well, I believe you only know so much, I don't want to know who that man in gray is, in short, I will never get involved in you. Revenge, but now talk about your needs."

Yang Yi coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "I just want to be a spy, not for that country, but for myself. I don't know what you guys say in the industry, but I just want to be a spy. ."

John Jones smiled and said: "A spy is a spy, there is no special statement, and no one cares who you work for. Of course, a spy is just a general term, and there are still some differences. For example, I am a commercial spy, and your father , he is an intelligence dealer, he buys and sells intelligence, strictly speaking, he is not a spy, but this industry cannot do without him."

Yang Yi nodded, and John Jones immediately said: "What did your father say about me, or his last words, or some other way, in short, I want to know what he said."

"He said you were trustworthy and left your name and phone number, nothing else."

"Is it a last word?"

"It's a codebook he left behind. After deciphering it, there are a few words and phone numbers."

John Jones took a long breath and said helplessly: "I really don't know whether I am lucky or unfortunate to be favored by your father."

Yang Yi was very sensible and did not speak, John Jones said helplessly: "Please forgive me, your father is not a good person to get along with, he is cruel, if he is not dead, then I will never refuse him. I don't dare to refuse any request, but now that he has been dead for many years, and you suddenly appeared and asked me to help you, I have to think about it carefully."

"Understandable."

Yang Yi looked calm, while John Jones looked very painful.

After a long time, John Jones finally said helplessly: "Your father knew so many people, he was so powerful when he was alive, and I, in front of him, was just a small, insignificant, insignificant role. ."

John Jones used several words to describe his insignificance in front of Yang Yi's father, and then he finally said with a painful expression: "But your father actually left you my contact information, God, I really hope He doesn't value me that much, I'm just a little commercial spy."

Yang Yi didn't say anything this time. Young people are usually a little ignorant and self-confident, but fortunately Yang Yi knows his own weight, so he thinks it's best to keep silent and express his opinions easily when angry.

John Jones looked emotional, he shook his head and said to Yang Yi solemnly: "Your father is a devil, he has the magic power to read people's hearts, he sees everything about me, he knows what I will do, so, Although I really don't want to have any contact with you, I have to choose to help you, because your father helped me once and saved my life."

Reluctantly, he waved his hand, and John Jones said helplessly, "So your father knew that I had to repay him, and before he died, he arranged me as a backstop for you, right?"

Yang Yi said cautiously, "Yes."

John Jones took a long breath and whispered: "Well, what I owe your father can only be returned to his son, but I really advise you, as the son of an intelligence dealer, the idea of ​​revenge is It's extremely stupid, and it shouldn't be at all, so I advise you to give up."

Yang Yi immediately said, "I've waited eleven years for an opportunity, so I won't give up."

John Jones waved his hand and said, "If you want to be a spy, then tell me what you can do."

Yang Yi thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "Is your memory good?"

"No, good memory is a talent, not a skill. I ask you what it means that you have mastered those skills."

Yang Yi said cautiously again: "Driving, my driving skills are very good."

"Well, what about the rest?"

"nothing else..."

John Jones looked extremely unbelievable, then he looked at Yang Yi and said with a puzzled expression: "I don't understand, you said that you waited eleven years for revenge, and you wanted to enter the circle of spies, but now you are with him. I said I can't do anything? Then what have you done in the past eleven years? Are you just thinking about it? Young people, you really can't just think about revenge."

Yang Yi said solemnly: "I just found out the cause of my parents' death a few days ago. In the eleven years before that, I suspected that their death was abnormal, but it was only a suspicion. I never took revenge as my own. Purpose in life, so what can I learn, I don't know what to learn."

John Jones said with a wry smile: "So you are a pure rookie who doesn't know anything about spies, but came to me and told me that you want to be a spy, and then seek revenge on an enemy you don't even know."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Yang Yi could only nod his head and said, "That's right, but the good news is that I learn things very quickly, and I can learn everything very quickly. I am looking for you just to learn, to learn everything that can be learned. The desire for revenge is very strong, but I am not in a hurry, because I want revenge but not death, and I am not blinded by hatred."

John Jones nodded and said, "Well, you are considered smart among young people. I'm really worried that you are an idiot who doesn't know anything and still thinks about revenge. It's great that you are not an idiot."