In a Chinese-style villa.

A gentle breeze swept through the curtains of the window, and the sun shone down all over the ground.

Drops –

Drops –

There was a person lying very quietly on the bed.

It was as if all the puzzles were gathered on this person, why a series of events happened back then.

And the second half of that diary, what kind of heart-wrenching secret.

Who fired the shot?

……

Lao Li came out of the house.

He stepped on the accelerator and left the place.

His keen instincts told him that there was a great logical contradiction in this, which meant that some things simply didn't make sense.

If Liang Chaohua knew the truth back then, why did he wait until this moment to say it.

Shouldn't we know who the traitor is?

Or tell everyone, who shot back then?

Why do you have to lurk under the traitor's hands to dig up clues?

The deliberately hidden truth behind this is definitely not something that everyone can easily accept, at least in his opinion, the only thing he can count on now is himself.

Before the two sides have a showdown and everything is arranged, find out the truth behind the scenes.

Buzz all over the place—

The car sped towards an empty and lonely suburb.

A private jet has been waiting here for a long time.

He was a spy-turned-spy, and he still has multiple identities and is still a key member of the United Nations.

He put on sunglasses and boarded the plane under the protection of his subordinates.

Lao Li's expression was serious, and he clicked on the world map on the touchscreen panel of the luxury cabin, and immediately narrowed down the area step by step.

Although the plane was full of his henchmen, no one knew his destination before that.

The captain also sat in the cockpit, smoking a cigarette and quietly waiting for instructions.

As the map slowly zooms in.

There are several familiar countries in Southeast Asia.

He stared at the position of Cambodia, if Lao Liang really has a problem, then there is no doubt at this moment that the best choice should be to grasp Liang Fu in his hands, so as to grasp the initiative in the follow-up.

Besides.

He had another option, and that was to go to Bangkok to talk to the group of imps.

Although I don't know what the final situation will be, Chen Dong is an extremely key figure.

If Liang Chaohua knew the truth, he didn't tell everyone, but forcibly concealed it.

Then the traitor's plot against him is quite sufficient.

He had a feeling.

Among so many people here, only I am the closest to the truth.

Because he is the one who lurks between the traitor and Lao Liang, the one who knows the status quo best, the advantage of this point is not comparable to others.

He lit a cigarette.

Let time slowly ferment and precipitate at this moment, and let the smoke float in the air for a while.

In the end, I chose that location - Bangkok.

In this way, the private jet came to an irregular straight road and accelerated to take off.

Because private jets don't require long taxiways like airliners to get enough take-off momentum, they actually meet take-off conditions in many places.

With the exception of a few countries with stricter airspace rights, they are not considered invaders.

Moreover, as a key member of the United Nations, he has enough status and reason to settle most of the troubles.

When hours later.

It was close to evening when the plane fell.

There are three alternative addresses for the landing site.

Lao Li sent a text message to his subordinates, and chose the closest landing point to the other party.

The moment the tires hit the ground, the entire plane sinks.

The extremely strong shock absorber struts violently rub and generate heat, converting the energy generated by the impact through frantic compression and heating.

Aircraft tires began to slow down.

Finally, less than ten meters before the end of the runway, he landed dangerously and dangerously.

An inconspicuous black sedan slowly pulled up next to the plane and rolled down its windows.

The person sitting inside was a familiar face - Amber, a silver-haired man.

The only survivor of the three Interpol pairs.

Lao Li got out of the private jet, glanced at the people in the car, walked over alone, pulled the door and got into the car.

The silver-haired man sat in the driver's seat and said in somewhat unfamiliar Chinese: "He should be safe." ”

Amber studied Chinese.

It's just that he doesn't use it except when he communicates with his boss.

There was a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes, although it was said that the camps were different, but after all, they had known each other for so long, and the moment he shot and killed Jack, he faintly trembled.

That's the so-called ghost text message.

It's not about him.

It's the guy who has been bought by the traitors and keeps an eye on their movements.

That person was Jack, a black man from the Los Angeles Interpol.

In fact, a long time ago, Lao Li knew that there were people under his hands who were planted by the other party to monitor whether he had really rebelled against his position.

Lao Li didn't find out this person, just to show the other party the act.

When the traitor called Lao Li and asked him if he had deliberately let Chen Dong go, he knew that the other party had never believed him from beginning to end, so it was better to simply find out this person.

Lao Li rubbed his temples, and then slowly said, "Let's go." ”

He is now even wondering if the real culprit behind the scenes is Liang Chaohua, why the other party wants to hide the truth.

"Give Chen Dong a call"

"Just say I want to meet him, just today. ”

Behind these layers of illusion, there is only one thing that is true, and that is that the truth must now be known by the 27th.

Otherwise, when that day comes, everything will be irretrievable.

The traitor's black invitation refers to the truth of the events of the year, and Liang Chaohua summoned everyone to meet offline, two opposing choices that deviate from each other.

It gives rise to all kinds of speculation and imagination.

The silver-haired man's brows furrowed vigorously, knowing that he was still fighting Chen Dong a few hours ago.

And it almost blew the other party's head.

The silver-haired man didn't hesitate, so he took out his phone and tried to dial Tommy.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat as he spoke slowly into the phone he received.

"My boss is meeting you today!"

……

Now.

The sun is setting.

The crowd found a safe place to settle down by the sea.

Because a lot of tourists from China like to come to Pattaya, no one will associate them with wanted criminals at all.

Chen Dong fell silent, and the moment the voice came out, he knew who was talking behind the phone.

He quietly pushed the frame of his glasses and glanced at the bustling streets outside.

The bustling nightlife is just around the corner.

People seemed to be in high spirits.

Chen Dong squinted his eyes and asked slowly, "Which boss!"

The atmosphere was extraordinarily tranquil at this moment.

Time is slowing down.

Amber, the silver-haired man, took a soft puff of his cigarette, and then said in a very low voice, hoarse in his Chinese, "That ...... who helped you"