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Notice, brother Masood? Expatriate Muslim girls are being killed.

'Where are the expatriate Muslim girls?'

'Why didn't you read today's telegram? Yes, poor thing! It is printed on the front page, brother Masood. An interview with the police chief was also aired on TV this morning. Looks like another Jack the Ripper. '

'Oh, well, that news! Yes. ' The front page of the telegraph has a lot of reports of heinous murders, so Rana just turned a blind eye and didn't read a single piece of news.

"Then I went, brother Masood."

Rana grabbed a cigarette and pulled out the telegraph, shook his head absentmindedly. He fell in the headlines again.

A young woman is also the second victim of a heretical murderer who has left her tongue in a wooden warehouse

Catch him before killing more. Rana began to read the news attentively.

The body of 27-year-old Miss Nasreen Yusuf was found yesterday afternoon. In Norwich, near his home, a gardener discovered the body in an unused wooden warehouse. Miss Nasreen was missing for twenty-four hours. Police said there was no doubt it was a murder. His throat was cut. The second incident bears a striking resemblance to the murder of 25-year-old Miss Firaeza Banna, who was killed in Cambridge last week, police said. Miss Firager's mutilated body was found behind King's College. The postmortem report states that his tongue was cut out. A spokesman for the police department commented that it was almost certain that all this was the work of a lake. Probably a murderer is insane in the city.

A killer? A bitter smile appeared on the runner's lips and he threw the paper in one hand. Nowadays, brutal killings have become a reality in daily life.

Suddenly Rana was startled and the telephone rang. The strange reaction was that the back of his neck was shivering, his lower abdomen felt impossible despite having a hearty breakfast - as if his mind had realized that something terrible was going to hit him on the shoulder.

Rana thought for a moment before oiling the receiver. Who can call? Very few people know his phone number. Moreover, the office of the agency

It works by commenting on his victory.No one except the staff should know that he has a house today. So?

Rana picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. Hello?

From Hotel InterContinental, I Ilaria. Narikantha floated in clear Bengali.

Runner's chest hung up. Not Ilara, but BCI Chief Major General (retd) Rahat Khan, who has raw eyebrows in his mind, saw his boss. Clara, the boss's private secretary, in London! So what is the boss then! You? ' Rana felt the palms of her hands start sweating, no more words coming out of her throat.

| 'Today he will have lunch with Tayma,' said Clara. Talking on the telephone, so be very careful in word choice.

The runner was no longer left to understand who he was. Work? He wanted to know briefly.

'Of course. In his club. Twelve forty-five. It's urgent. '

As soon as Rana said "OK", Ilara put the receiver on the other end.

| Boss in London! Rana thought as he ran his fingers through the hair of his head. The London club invited him to lunch! Think? Something terrible must have happened, otherwise

Masood Rana is one of the formidable spies of Bangladesh Counter Intelligence. If there is a conspiracy against Bangladesh or if there is any evil activity that is harmful to the people, he has to run with unequal courage to stop it. Rana loves to be in danger. Priya has chosen this thrilling life and profession. | 'Rana Ezengi' is actually a cover of Bangladesh Counter Intelligence, Rana made it several years ago under the direction of Chief Major General (Retd) Rahat Khan. The BCI is a semi-governmental organization, so it is difficult for the international community to keep its nose open. Rana Agency has been doing a good job since its inception, with branch offices in almost every major city in the world. As soon as he got a chance to work for the BCI, he visited the branch offices of the agency and took a bath, as this time he came to the London branch.

Rana got out of a taxi in Park Lane at exactly twelve minutes, remembering that, at the right time during the boss. After paying the rent, he walked quietly along Park Street, keeping a watchful eye. Not only London clubs, but there are also many other famous and elite clubs in this part of London. Runner