When Zuo Zhong said that he was an underground party member, Wang Lizhong's head suddenly exploded. How could it be possible? The intelligence section chief of the Guo Party's ace secret service turned out to be an underground party intelligence agent.

This is impossible, absolutely impossible.

The other party was born into a wealthy family in Ningbo, and his teacher was a highly powerful director of the Secret Service. He was received and commended by the chairman many times. With such a profound background and such a promising future, why would he join the underground party?

This person can get everything that others can't even imagine, so why risk beheading him? But when he saw Zuo Zhong walking over with a hammer and a smile on his face, it didn't look like he was lying.

In confusion, he suddenly shouted hysterically: "Help, come quickly. The underground party members are killing people. Someone come and save me. I am Wang Lizhong from the Secret Service Headquarters, Secret Service..."

"Bang!"

"ah!."

Just as Wang Lizhong was about to call out Zuo Zhong's identity, he was hit in the mouth with a hammer. The blood was red and the teeth were white. A meeting immediately started on his face, and half of his tongue flew out.

Zuo Zhong looked at the traitor who was knocked away by his hammer, and said calmly: "I advise you to save your energy, no one will hear it, there is no house within ten miles, and there are no roads within five miles.

I said, I'm going to smash your bones bit by bit, so how can others disturb you? Mr. Wang, just enjoy it slowly, haven't you heard, pain is a precious asset in life, I'm here to help you."

Wang Lizhong did not refute, because the hammer just made him fall into semi-coma. Why was he said to be semi-coma? Because he could not lift a finger, and he could clearly see Zuo Zhong approaching.

"Gacha, gacha."

The sound of shoe soles scraping against gravel finally stopped behind him. Wang Lizhong wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could open his mouth, he felt numbness in the little finger of his right hand, followed by severe pain.

"Ah! Ah!"

The severe pain in his face that had just been numb was also awakened by the severe pain in his fingers. The two pains caused Wang Lizhong to completely faint. If this was the case, it would be a good thing, but Zuo Zhong didn't allow it.

Cold water, adrenaline.

One of these two things makes people wake up, and the other makes people stay sensitive to pain. Of course Zuo Zhong wanted to have a taste of the good stuff, so after a few seconds of blissful coma, Wang Lizhong woke up.

that's all.

He fell into coma again and again, woke up again and again, and used the three injections of epinephrine brought by Zuo Zhong. Wang Lizhong had become different from a human being and lost all consciousness.

Even if he was hit with a hammer, he would only shake his muscles, which was a natural physiological reaction. There was no movement other than that, but the adrenaline helped him maintain his last bit of vitality.

Only when the hammer swung, the light of hope flashed in his eyes proved that he was still a living person. At this time, what this person wanted was to die happily.

But nothing is that cheap. Traitors must be punished.

Half an hour later, Zuo Zhong finished the last blow and wiped the sweat from his head. He had smashed all the bones, and now there was only one last step left, which was to light a blazing fire to send the opponent away.

You have to be trustworthy when you come out to hang out. If I say I will send you away with a fire, I must send you away with a fire.

He dragged Wang Lizhong's thigh to the back seat of the car. His blood-soaked clothes and mangled body left a bright red mark on the ground, like an eye-catching sign.

Perhaps because he knew that his death was coming, the corners of Wang Lizhong's mouth curled up, or the corners of his mouth that had once curled up. He finally no longer had to suffer, and he didn't care even if his head kept hitting rocks and tree stumps.

Zuo Zhong arrived at the car, opened the door, threw Wang Lizhong into the back seat, then took out a small bucket of kerosene from the trunk, and carefully poured it on the inside and outside of the car, as well as on a certain ball of rotten meat.

Although the tools and cars were stolen and prepared in advance, he decided to burn them just in case. For his own safety, he could not leave any evidence.

Locard's law states that as long as a crime is committed, it will inevitably directly or indirectly affect the victim and its surrounding environment at the scene, leaving traces consciously or unconsciously.

After preparing all this, he lit a cigarette and stood in front of the car. After taking two puffs, he lit a match again and gently threw it over. With a bang, the car's surface caught fire.

Soon, the flames poured into the interior of the car along the open door, and burned more and more fiercely with the help of kerosene and cloth interior. Then he found that the dying Wang Lizhong actually raised his head.

Zuo Zhong was outside the car, and Wang Lizhong was in the car. The two looked at each other through the flames. The meanings in their eyes were simple. One was anger, the other was hatred. Maybe there was regret, but it was too late.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Zuo Zhong muttered something in a low voice, took off his gloves and threw them into the car, and walked towards Jinling City without looking back. When he walked not far away, a blood-curdling scream suddenly sounded behind him.

Wang Lizhong did not pretend to be a tough guy to the end. Just like his life choices, whether character determines fate or fate determines character is a question that is too profound for Zuo Zhong to understand.

He only understands that a person must do something and not do something. Speculators like the other party who violate their conscience and go beyond the bottom line will still go down this dead end even if they have not encountered a trough period.

An hour later, less than ten minutes before most of the agents went to work, Zuo Zhong ran into the courtyard of Division C wearing close-fitting clothes. He was sweating profusely, as if he had just returned from a run.

The guard at the door quickly raised the barricade and flattered him with a smile: "Chief Zuo, you are back. You still go out to exercise so early. Do you want to find some brothers to accompany you in the future?"

When Zuo Zhong heard what he said, he stood still and took a few more steps. Then he stopped and wiped his forehead with the towel around his neck, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter with you? Why is there no one on duty in the morning?"

The guards were excited. They were guarding the dormitory of the Secret Service. How could any petty thieves dare to make trouble? Therefore, the handover was a bit lazy, and sometimes there would be a gap of more than ten minutes.

After all, if you can go back and rest early, who would want to stand stupidly for more than ten minutes? This has become a habit of the guards. Today, Zuo Zhong pointed it out, and the guards were all in cold sweat.

But you still have to say what you need to say, otherwise you will be in trouble if you offend the Smiling Tiger. One of the guards bent down and explained: "Chief Zuo, please be considerate. Our brothers are really tired after working two shifts."

"Okay, don't say this."

Zuo Zhong raised his hand to stop the guard from complaining, and thought for a moment: "Well, let me mention it to the general affairs department and ask them to arrange another team of people and give you some extra night shift subsidies."

When the guard heard this, he was so happy that his back molars came out, and he quickly praised him: "Thank you, Section Chief Zuo. Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, otherwise we will come to see you first."

"I want these heads of yours to be useless. Be careful. They are all the family members of the brothers in the department. If anything goes wrong, they can tear you apart without using military law.

Remember to record the entry and exit registration and give it to your team leader for verification. Anyone coming in or out in the future must record the identity and time, and we section chiefs are no exception, and the superiors must set an example."

Zuo Zhong taught the guard a few words and walked into Section C calmly, saying to himself that these bastards really thought that no one knew about their laziness. If they hadn't left a back door, they would have been punished.

Now is the time to use the time difference between exchange classes to cover up his whereabouts. Presumably his last words will make the guards fill in the time of departure for him. They still have this kind of discernment.

But by eliminating the traitors, we only avenged half of the revenge for Lao Zhang and Xie Jiuwen. If you want to have a clear mind, those beasts must pay the price, and the ten who died are just interest.

Zuo Chong returned to his dormitory, changed his clothes, and drove slowly back to the secret service office. Looking at the secret agents whispering in the corner, he knew that the incident at the Qunye Conference had probably spread.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the office, Song Minghao came to the door with a happy look on his face: "Section Chief, something big happened at the secret service headquarters. It is said that one of their safe spots was taken over by the underground party."

At this time, Zuo Zhong was holding a kettle to water the green plants on the window sill. He had seen too many dark things in the world, such as the sinister nature of the world and the fickleness of people's hearts, in the Secret Service. Seeing more green plants was good for physical and mental health.

When he heard Song Minghao's words, he asked directly without looking back: "Be safe?"

Song Minghao picked up the small scissors next to the flower pot, handed them to Zuo Zhong and nodded: "Yes, according to reliable information, the safe spot is at the Qunye Conference, and there is an important underground party member inside."

"So that's it."

Zuo Zhong took the scissors and pruned the dead branches of the green plants, and pondered for a while: "It seems that one of the files was called to investigate the underground party, but judging by the trash, how many people died on the scene."

"That's not clear. The scene was completely burned by a fire, and the bodies were all burned to ashes. Anyway, according to the rules, such a safe spot requires at least 1 or 2 five-person teams."

"The incompetence of the generals and the generals exhausted the entire army."

Zuo Zhong put down the scissors and snorted coldly, then picked up the towel in Song Minghao's hand: "Xu Enzeng, what else can he do besides listening to people everywhere? The staff at the secret service headquarters are of such poor quality that they don't care.

Subordinates are like dead branches and dead leaves. They need to be pruned and pruned frequently, otherwise the people below will be turned upside down. Doesn’t he understand this? Go find out the specific situation and report to me as soon as possible.”

"Yes, I'll go now."

Song Minghao was beaten and ran out in a hurry, thinking about what it means to cut and trim. Could it be that the section chief was reminding him, which shocked him.

Thinking about the ship of German handicrafts that had just arrived in the port, he felt that he needed to get out as soon as possible. The money he had earned before was enough to cover his expenses for two lifetimes. People are not greedy, and things can easily happen if they are greedy.
Chapter completed!