"No, sir, this must be a misunderstanding."

Shaluxun was really anxious. He knew the intelligence agency's behavior. Even if he was a member of the British military agency, the other party would never hesitate to kill him. He was in danger today.

"No, no, Mr. Shaluxun, you misunderstood. I'm not here to listen to your explanation. I'm just curious about what kind of person the British in the Jinling Intelligence Network is, and the result is disappointing.

You have made many Chinese people through your identity, which is amazing. But why don’t you pay attention to your back? Or do you think we won’t find these little secrets at all.”

The young man, regardless of Shaluxun's increasingly ugly face, raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I want to remind you that the officer you are waiting for will not come. He should be waiting for you in hell now.

I give you two choices, one is that you aim at me with that broken gun, and then you will be shot dead, and your wife and three children will be tortured to death by a group of inhumane robbers tonight.

Or you sit here and enjoy the last cup of black tea and look back on your life. In a few minutes you will die without pain. Your family can return to the UK safely. Now, choose."

The young man said while tasting desserts. Some people said that sweetness can make people happy, but compared to the satisfaction brought by controlling a British spy's life and death, this joy is not worth mentioning.

He really didn't expect that a deputy manager of Jinling Power Plant would control so many moles. What was even more unexpected was that the other party's connector did not do any counter-tracking, and even contacted directly by phone.

Perhaps it is the strength gap between China and the UK, or perhaps it is because they have never encountered danger. In short, MI2 has to pay the price for underestimating the enemy, such as a regional head and an entire intelligence network.

Shaluxun's head was a little confused. On one hand, the whole family was killed, and on the other hand, he was killed by himself. It seemed like a good choice, but who would like to die? Resistance might have a chance to survive.

But a flash of light from the roof in the distance made him dispel this delusion. It was the reflection of the sniper sight. The other party was warning himself in this way that as long as he moved, his head would be smashed.

After experiencing the war, he understood how dangerous it was to be targeted by a sniper in such an open environment. Escape and resistance were only a dead end. The Chinese were well prepared.

"It's been one minute. It seems that Mr. Saruhoon has a choice. It's very good. I like to deal with smart people the most. Then I won't bother you. I wish you a wonderful day and goodbye Mr.."

The young man drank the black tea, stood up and left with the waiter's expression of being speechless, and then inserted his hand into his windbreaker's pocket and walked slowly on the street full of fallen leaves, listening to the sound of the broken leaves under his feet.

Life is like leaves, experiencing sprouting, growth, withering, and then completely disappearing, having been brilliant, having been beautiful, and finally returning to death. It is a beautiful and fragile process.

"Didi, Didi."

Suddenly a truck appeared in a quiet neighborhood, driving on the road at a fast speed. When approaching the coffee shop, the driver honked his horn desperately and reached out to swing his hand at the pedestrians.

"Get out of control, the car is out of control."

The driver shouted at the top of his lungs, avoiding panicked citizens. Anyone could see that this person was trying his best to control the car, but unfortunately, sometimes disasters and tragedies are inevitable.

"Boom~"

Finally, under everyone's horror gaze, the truck rushed into the coffee shop and knocked Saruxun, who was sitting at the open-air dining table, into pieces, and the bright red blood slowly soaked the fallen leaves.

"I've died, I've hit me."

Some people covered their faces and shouted loudly, some people were so scared that they collapsed on the ground, and some left in a hurry. The patrolman puffed his cheeks and blew the police whistle, crying, shouting, and the whistle sounded.

The young man seemed not to hear the chaotic movement behind him, and still walked calmly under the sycamore tree, gradually moving away against the crowd watching the excitement, with a faint smile on his face.

After walking out of the coffee shop for a few hundred meters, he turned into an alley where a black car was parked here. There were two cold-faced Zhongshan suits standing next to the car. When he saw the other party coming back, he immediately met him.

One of the bald heads said, "Section Chief, Shaluxun is dead. A few heavy trucks hit at full speed. Even a god cannot escape. I will go to the police station to check in later and confirm the news."

"The driver can also be assured that the Central Hospital has confirmed that his disease has no cure. If he wants to leave something for his family, he must shut up." Another Zhongshan suit added immediately.

These three people are naturally Zuo Chong, Gui Youguang and Wu Chunyang. In this eradication operation, there are only three of them except for one driver who exchanged his life for money. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

"Escape first."

Zuo Chong said, crawled into the back row and began to clean up the disguise on his face, and asked, "The driver probably won't be able to survive. He promised his thousand oceans and handed them over to his family when the limelight comes."

"Yes, section chief."

Wu Chunyang nodded. It was indeed a big deal to be killed by a British man. The police station would definitely investigate. If he knew that someone gave money to the other party's home, he might think of murder.

Gui Youguang, who was driving at the driver's seat, drove the car out of the alley on fire, and drove to the opposite direction towards the scene, and soon disappeared into the traffic during the evening rush hour. No one knew that there had been a conspiracy here.

"Section Chief, except for Saluxun, other MI2 moles should have been eliminated. Deputy Section Chief Gu took Lao Song and Lao Wu to do it himself. I did not explain the specific reason, and they did not ask more questions."

Wu Chunyang handed it to Zuo Zhongzhong with a Zhongshan suit and reported the situation calmly. According to his description, in addition to the unfortunate car accident just now, more than a dozen more accidents will occur in Jinling today.

For example, some people will die of fire, some will drown because of swimming in early autumn, and some will fall off a cliff outside the city because of a car's brake failure. It's a disaster and a difficult day.

These people are either military and political officials, influential businessmen, or leading figures in the world, and are closer to the British. Of course, this is just a coincidence.

"Oh, water and fire are ruthless."

Zuo Chong put on a Zhongshan suit and stuffed the windbreaker and disguise into a paper bag. He expressed his opinion with regret on his face. It was indeed a pity that he could not arrest British spies openly.

Yes, the order the bald man gave him was to kill a few British men to vent his hatred, but in order to avoid triggering conflict between China and Britain, secret actions must be adopted.

The secret operation is actually a gentle statement of assassination. The bald man could not directly order them to attack the black gun in a mask. Although this is an old tradition of the Fruit Party, the bald man is hard and not all hard.

So after finding out Saruxun's offline men, the secret removal became the best choice. As long as you don't tear your face and conduct a large-scale arrest, the British will only pretend that this has not happened.

"Find a place to burn these things and then return them to the place, and verify the casualties of the accident. If there is no death, please help and make sure to leave without pain."

Zuo Chong pointed to the paper bag, thinking that he was too kind, and then added: "Remember to take photos, this is to be handed over to the top of the mountain. Never take photos of it and make the appetite of the above."

Wu Chunyang showed a seductive smile: "Don't worry, the section chief, I'll go to the hospital for examination in person to make sure they leave happily and the camera is ready, and the photos can be washed out before tonight."

He knew who the section chief said was the Shangfeng, and the seat often went to the interrogation room to inspect it. Naturally, he would not lose his appetite because of the photos. He contacted today's task. The so-called Shangfeng can only be the chairman.

While speaking, Gui Youguang drove the car into a wasteland. The three of them got out of the car and poured gasoline on the paper bag. The flames burst into Lao Gao. The paper bag was burned to ashes before it was used.

After the ashes stopped burning, Wu Chunyang carefully found a wooden stick to smash the ashes, poured a pot of water, completely destroyed the evidence of this operation, and seemed very cautious.

"What's going on in Shanghai? I must knock the special department of the Public Concession Police Department before dawn tomorrow. When the other party knew that Shaluxun was dead, he would definitely convene a meeting of personnel."

Zuo Chong got in the car again and issued a new order. The special unit was the stronghold of the British MIIT 2. He was originally planning to find a truck filled with dangerous goods to detonate it nearby for a demolition.

However, considering that this move might scare the bald and Dai Chunfeng to death, he changed the detonation to a crash, so that these arrogant British men knew that it was not safe even if they hid in the concession.

Gui Youguang, who was in the driving seat, turned around and said, "Okay, the staff has confirmed that for safety reasons, we did not come forward, but asked Ma Tianchang of the Cao Gang to find a responsible action who is not afraid of death.

This person is a native of Shanghai. His sister was ruined by British soldiers in the concession. His parents were angry to death because of this, and his kidneys were damaged. His condition was to let Ma Tianchang take care of his wife and children."

"Promise him."

Zuo Chong's face looked a little gloomy: "Tell Ma Tianchang that since he has responded, he must do it. If he dares to bully the orphan and widowed mother, I will personally send him to see his master, as he said."

There were too many things happening to the driver in the Republic of China, and he could not control others. He could only trust others and help the other party take care of his wife and children, so that he could die with the British without regrets.

Don’t think that people are too human. What they do in Africa, America, and Asia is not much better than that in Japan. If the driver falls into the hands of the other party, he will never be able to live.

In order to keep the secret, the driver had to bite the poison sac in his mouth at the last moment. Zuo Chong wanted to give the other party an illusion that the secret service did not mind sending professional intelligence personnel to revenge.

Offending a black state element will at most cause a headache, but offending an intelligence agency, and it is the kind that never stops. Even if the sun does not set, the empire must be carefully considered.

"Okay."

Gui Youguang replied with murderous intent, preparing to deal with the Cao Gang boss at any time, and the leader of the Jinling dynamic group, Ma Tianchang, then he suddenly mentioned a few people whom Zuo Chong almost forgot.

"Section Chief, Nandou and Beidou are all dead, but the puppet Manchukuo spies, Wang Deyong and Liu Gui are still alive. How to deal with them? It is not a big deal to always occupy the detention center."
Chapter completed!