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Wood Townsend stood at the window smoking a cigarette with a gloomy face, staring out the window with eagle-like eyes on another building with a makeshift sentry.

He was a senior director of the C.I.A. intelligence station in Xiangjiang and led an operational team, but just yesterday, the team was suddenly attacked during a routine lunch break, and four members fell unconscious.

At present, it is not possible to determine what kind of technique the murderer used to hit the person's cervical vertebrae to this extent without hurting other places, and some people suspect that this is the work of kung fu masters, such as Yiyang refers to Shaolin King Kong refers to the six-vein divine sword......

But this kind of kung fu has always only existed in it, there are many martial arts halls in Xiangjiang, and the CIA has information, so there is no such ability.

The consulate had fairly good medical conditions, but none of them could revive the four employees, and those in such a coma were unable to fly across the ocean.

After this incident, the consulate has been put on high alert, but last night, six more wandering eagles had an accident, and when they were on duty on the street, they were suddenly sprinkled with lime powder in their eyes and their corneas were burned.

Now the entire consulate is panicked, and none of the 600 employees of the intelligence station know whether they will be the next target, and they dare not go on assignments.

Wood slammed the cigarette butt against the windowsill and flicked it downstairs again, scolding Fark in a low voice.

......

Whining~~

Whoa, whoa~

White seagulls flutter over the pale green sea, and a fast red and white ferry breaks through the waves and goes straight ahead, pulling a long white line behind it.

Pop songs were playing on the ship's radio all the time, and the cheerful melody was mixed with the sound of the waves and the wind, with a kind of fascination magic.

There were many tourists standing by the boat, some smoking, some looking at the sea, some chatting, but from time to time they all looked curiously at the people carrying video cameras at the stern of the boat, and whispered to guess what they were shooting, sometimes shooting the sea, sometimes shooting the sky, and sometimes shooting the reef in the distance.

Jiang Ming was in charge of vigilance, looking around expressionlessly, what the sea breeze could not blow was the uneasiness in his heart, I don't know if the comrades of the Haojiang branch have completed their tasks well, but don't hear any bad news when you go ashore......

Zhou Feng was holding a video camera weighing more than ten pounds, and he was already sweating, it was really tiring to carry this thing all the time, especially he had to hurry up, don't let the tens of thousands of yuan machine fall into the sea.

Peng Yanyan was looking back at the videotape she had taken, and nodded against the wind: "Yes, change the tape and shoot ashore." ”

Han Li looked at his watch, the time was almost up, and a panoramic view of the Haojiang Outer Harbor Passenger Terminal had already appeared in front of him, he picked up the telescope hanging on his chest and looked over there for a while, looking for a familiar face.

If everything is in order, the man should be found by now.

......

Rongcheng Publishing House Printing Factory, typesetting workshop, Wu Ming hurriedly walked out with two public security officers and found an office.

Please send out other personnel, Lin Wanma and Wu Ming were guarding the door, and Wang Dali dialed the phone number of Liu Xialai's office.

When Liu Xialai's voice came from the opposite side, Wang Dali lowered his voice a little anxiously and said: "Liu Ju, there is an important situation!"

"Say!" Liu Xialai's voice suddenly raised.

"We are now in the printing house, and there is a copy of the manuscript in the typesetting workshop that has been partially lost. ”

"What manuscript?"

On the afternoon of the 12th, the typesetter found that the manuscript was incomplete, and asked many people to say that they did not know, and later it was picked up by the cleaning staff in the garbage can outside the building, and then handed it back to the workshop.

I... We suspect that someone has stolen the manuscript and read it, and then it is too late to put it back, so we use the method of discarding it! The personnel in the typesetting workshop are very complicated, and we have made these people reminisce! But many of them do not know each other. ”

Wang Dali was sweating all over his head.

"You take the manuscript back immediately and check your fingerprints!" Liu Xialai ordered in a deep voice, his eyes falling on a file bag.

"Yes!"

......

"Lao Zhou, let's take two mouthfuls. Lupin chuckled and gestured to the food on the coffee table.

Zhou Zheng hummed, and unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

The phone rang, and Lupin shook his head: "This day's business ......"

After picking up the phone and listening to two sentences, a smile appeared on his face: "Minister Ding, yes, I sent it here, how about it? The idea is very good, isn't it?...... That's good,......"

Zhou Zheng put down his chopsticks, his gray brows twitched twice, and he looked here: "Ministry of Railways?"

Lu Ping looked at Zhou Zheng, nodded, and continued into the phone: "Well, that person is not here now, you can discuss it first, and I will inform you when the people arrive, people... Still out of town......"

"Ask them what they're going to do. Zhou Zheng said impatiently.

Lu Ping was a little helpless, and asked again into the phone: "By the way, Minister Ding, what are you going to do?"

After listening for a while, Lu Ping nodded, covering the microphone to Zhou Zheng: "They will send a document to discuss it, and then try to change it by getting a carriage." ”

"How long does it take to get better?"

"How long has it been? Minister Ding? Someone is anxious to see ...... Oh, okay, wait for your call!" Lupin put down the phone and turned to Zhou Zheng, "Tell us in the afternoon." ”

"It's afternoon ...... again" Zhou Zheng shook his head and sighed softly, hoping to contact that kid immediately, but the more he was at his level, the more impossible it was to call abroad easily.

"Don't worry, maybe the phone will come from the other side after eating, you don't know how many people are passing through the customs now!"

......

"Minister, the car is still behind!" said the driver nervously.

Zhang Junsheng frowned and looked back, it was two black Ford sedans that had followed him since he left the museum.

The front is Tai Po, these two cars have been following all the way, it was not obvious before, but to Tai Po on this road, there are not many cars running on this road, it is very eye-catching.

In particular, the driver tried several methods but couldn't get rid of them.

"So blatantly, either Americans or British. His secretary said, "Do you want to go again at another time?"

"It may have something to do with what happened to their people yesterday. The guard in the front passenger seat whispered.

Zhang Junsheng's face was calm, and his heart was also very anxious, the matter of visiting Rongcheng to visit the Xiangjiang delegation should have been a very easy task, but now after adding these tails, this matter has changed its taste.

Who is the target of these people, just follow casually or will they follow all the way to the ground, this road is usually taken back to the mainland, and there are often situations where they are followed, usually only one car follows, and today it is two, this is unusual.

"Minister's ......"

"Go on and get rid of it again in Tai Po. "It's impossible for Zhang Junsheng to give up this task just because someone is following him.

There are often inspection groups from the mainland to Xiangjiang, but this one, it seems that the society attaches much more importance than before, which Zhang Junsheng feels: not only because of the collective diarrhea, but also because of the unusual inspection itinerary of this group - it is unheard of to come to the factory here in Xiangjiang to work overtime for one day and two nights!

At the Rongguang Printing Factory, Lan Xiaolong was holding a small meeting for the members of the inspection group, and there were two people from the Huaxin Society sitting next to him.

"After a while, the leaders of Huaxin News Agency will come to visit us, and everyone should prepare, report their learning experiences and experiences to the leaders in Xiangjiang, and ask the leaders to criticize and correct them, and see what deficiencies we still have in our work......

Lan Xiaolong looked at Niu Daqing: "What do you want to say Daqing?"

"Commander, will this be reported?"

Lan Xiaolong glanced at the two Huaxin News Agency sitting next to him: "Well, if we can't get on the newspaper, we have to work hard, of course, it's best to be on it, after all, we feel that we have gained a lot this time, and the solution to this labor dispute alone is particularly worthy of that reference news... Second Edition?"

One of the members smiled: "I can't decide this, but if the leader comes, you can ask yourself, is he your fellow countryman!"

Lan Xiaolong nodded with satisfaction, at first the two of them were still flat-faced, but after answering the pager and making a phone call, their attitude became much gentler.

The minister who was going to come on the phone, I heard that he was still a fellow countryman, this is too happy, to be able to meet the leader of the villager in a place like Xiangjiang, Lan Xiaolong couldn't help but sigh that the luck of his people is really good, well, except for that diarrhea, everything else is really good.

Lan Xiaolong looked at the desktop, there were a few sample books in front of everyone, this is the result of working overtime without sleep all night a day or two nights, or in English, it must be included in the report for a while.