Xiangjiang, Huayuan Road, and the U.S. Consulate are heavily guarded, and the soldiers patrolling the rooftop are looking at the tall buildings opposite.

"Coffee!"

In the external communication room, three operators with headphones around their necks were flipping through a few books.

Jingle bell~~

"Stand 3 ......"

The green light on the camera is flashing, the operator puts the headphones on, presses the button, and the tape recorder in front is turned on synchronously.

He hurriedly wrote in the phone record book, time, caller number, and did not answer the phone in a hurry, and the person who really wanted to get through the phone would not care about these two waits.

Jingle bell~~

Pick it up.

"Harrow?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Wood Townsend and have important news to tell him. ”

Yu Qiangsheng's voice was low, and Wang Junsheng looked at him on the side, as well as several other comrades.

This is a residential area in Causeway Bay, one of the outlying strongholds of the Working Committee.

Yu Qiangsheng was holding a phone, and Wang Junsheng was also holding a phone at hand, and both phones were on call.

"What's the news?" the operator asked in a calm, trained tone.

"Very important news, million-dollar news, are you qualified to listen to it?" Yu Qiangsheng said into the phone, he had a piece of paper in his hand, on which the content of the conversation was written, and it would not be wrong to basically follow this process.

"Worth millions, are you sure?"

The basement hallway came and went, and the smoke was choking in one of the intelligence rooms.

There is a black wooden board on the wall with scraps of paper and photographs nailed to it.

There are some words written on the paper, there are English, there are Chinese characters.

In the photo, there are street scenes, faces of people, and wounds.

Wood Townsend was drowsy but had to keep his eyes open, and at this time, only they, the intelligence attachés, had to work so hard to work overtime.

Dead, disabled, missing!

In the past few days, he has lost a total of fifteen intelligence officers and immeasurable equipment, and the blow to morale has not yet been counted, but he feels that his time in this position is running out.

The death of an intelligence officer is considered a work-related injury, but the follow-up is very troublesome, and it is necessary to issue various reports and submit them to the headquarters, and any errors and omissions in the reports will affect their future.

The harsh criticism of the headquarters is still in the ears, those intelligence officers who have become blind have to be assigned suitable positions, but what can the blind do?

People are panicking, and there is a low pressure everywhere that is about to rain in the mountains.

Picked up the black coffee and took a sip silently, shaking his head: "Hurry up!"

"We did a correlation analysis of this series of events over this period of time. An analyst handed over a piece of paper.

Wood Townsend looked at it and rubbed the corners of his forehead a little dazedly, the conclusions written on the paper were very vague, and several possibilities coexisted.

Soviets, Chinese, Taiwanese, British, local Xiangjiang communities, Germans, French、...... It all seems to be coming out of the corner.

The water is very mixed, and now it seems that even the density of the air has increased!

Makes it difficult to breathe......

A person walked in the door: "Sir, there is a phone call for you, saying that there is news." ”

"What's the news?" Wood Townson looked away from the paper.

"I didn't say it, I just said that it was worth millions, and I had to pick it up from you. Said Chinese......"

"Take it!" Wood Townsend perked up, any news at this time could be extremely precious!

…...

"I am, who are you?" Wood Townson has very good Chinese, and a stiff Chinese Chinese.

"Wood Townson?"

"It's me, what news are you saying is worth a million, say it!" asked Wood Townson, his eyes red, and he asked with a strong spirit.

"What about money?" Yu Qiangsheng said angrily.

"You don't say anything...... I don't know... Is it worth the price? Do you think a million is so easy to take?" Wood Townsend was upset.

Yu Qiangsheng nodded and looked at the paper: "About an earthquake." ”

Wood Townsend was stunned for a moment, and a deep disappointment welled up in his heart, this was not the news he wanted.

I wanted to hang up the phone, but I still held back, and my mouth was not salty or light: "To be specific, earthquakes happen every day, and I am not a seismologist." ”

"An imminent earthquake, in a city. Yu Qiangsheng said in a deep voice.

"American?" asked Wood Townson, who directly ruled out Xiangjiang, and if it was American, then the news would be important.

"This question is a million dollars. Yu Qiangsheng said unceremoniously.

Wood Townsend was silent for a moment, his mind spinning, and then he chuckled softly, "You mean you know there's going to be an earthquake? You're a god?"

"I'm not a god, but I've seen a secret document that says the location and time of the earthquake, as well as the magnitude!"

Wood Townsend looked up at the air and wanted to curse:

"What secret information? Do you mean that the Chinese predicted earthquakes? Well, it's not worth a million, because it must be fake! You don't have that technology, the whole world doesn't have it!"

Wood Townsend affirmed.

Yu Qiangsheng snorted: "You will regret it, originally this news was worth 10 million US dollars, but if you don't want to hear it, forget it." ”

"Well, I say, Mr. Stick, you should inform the local government of that place and not me of this kind of news! If the government doesn't believe it, you should find a little newspaper to publish it, instead of coming to me for a million!" Wood Townson scoffed.

"I'll leave you a pager, and when you want to know more, you can come to me, but at that time, you have to make up the money!" Yu Qiangsheng said coldly.

There was a loud yawn on the phone: "Okay, you say, I'll remember Mr. Stick! If there is other good news, you can come to me at any time! But it's better not to be so late, everyone should rest in the evening!"

Yu Qiangsheng endured his anger and reported the call sign, thinking how careful and polite the Americans were when they contacted him, and it was really not a business that caught up.

Wood Townsend picked up the paper and handed it to his subordinates: go check the owner.

"Do you remember?"

"Well, remember, by the way, what do you call it?"

"Goldfish. Golden gold, fish is FISH!"

"Mr. Jin,......" Wood Townson muttered for a moment, "do you know if there is a kind of Chinese kung fu called Teng Ying Finger?"

"What?" Yu Qiangsheng didn't understand, "What do you mean? I didn't hear clearly!"

"Tengying Finger, probably like this! Soaring Eagle! Finger! Tengying Finger, can you hear clearly? A kind of kung fu, very powerful kung fu on the fingers,......

Woodtown's patience was again so patient that the sober informant could not speak, but could only move his eyes.

Woodtown Townson's intelligence analysts, using cardboard prompts, took a long time to ask what was going on:

The injured man was in the toilet before he fainted, and he heard someone working on a secret joint in the hallway outside, and one of them spoke in what seemed to be very stiff Japanese English, mentioning the word treasure.

Then he followed him to a room, and overheard someone inside through the door who seemed to be fighting, as if the suspected person himself would beat the other person out of the window and escape by jumping out of the window with a powerful kung fu called tenyinzi.

Then he was discovered, and when he turned to run, he was chased from behind and knocked unconscious......

Gone!

The wounded man is dead, but the information he provides is invaluable-

The intelligence officers discussed, and everything else was okay, and they could guess that there were at least two people present at the time, one of whom was suspected to be the murderer, and he knew a kung fu that sounded something like "tenyinzi".

If the murderer used this kung fu, then it is likely that this is a fingering.

Chinese Kung Fu has the skill of eagle claws, which is said to be able to practice fingers to tear through cowhide.

But if it is really such a powerful kung fu, the name cannot be "Pain One Finger", "Pain Yin Finger", "Fuji Yin Finger" or "Vine Eagle Finger".

The former doesn't feel very powerful, and neither does the latter, and they don't have a sense of power!

This magical kung fu can instantly break people's bones out of joint, and the power is obviously very great.

Therefore, the intelligence team finally concluded that this kung fu is very likely to be called "Teng Eagle Finger", this name just sounds very powerful, Teng, Feiteng, eagle, the eagle's claws are very strong, the American guardian bird is the bald eagle, that claw, how ferocious!

Wood Townson himself tried, no matter how he poked his fingers, it was impossible to achieve the effect of breaking off the cervical vertebrae, but now his fingers are a little contusion.

Therefore, this Tengying Finger is very likely to be the most mysterious kind of Chinese martial arts in the legend, which can put people... I can't take care of myself anymore,......