In the eastern suburbs of Fuzhou City, the city's high-rise buildings have gradually become fewer, like a forest frequented by a group of lumberjacks, and in the distance it seems that the center of the city is still not very clear, and the east has turned white, but the sun has not risen for a long time, hiding in the sky looming.

In the basement of a small three-story building, five people knelt motionlessly on the ground, forming a circle, as if waiting for something.

After ten minutes or so, the door to the basement was opened, and suddenly one of them stood up violently, stretched out his hand to his waist, quickly pulled out a black pistol and pointed it at the opponent's head, and then put the gun down after hesitation.

"Sakurai-san! Why didn't you even knock on the door, do you know that I almost killed you just now. "Akasaka Moto.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, who didn't look very eye-catching, and if you met him on the street, you would think he was an ordinary office worker, but if you look closely, you can find the gun calloon on his finger

Sakurai Seiji smiled, "Akasaka-san, your nerves are too tight, I said a long time ago that we couldn't be discovered by the people of Shina here, and I brought good news this time, the person we are looking for has been found." ”

One of the Japanese stood up and smiled, "Oh? I didn't expect it to be so fast, and it would be very difficult to find you for that person. ”

Sakurai took out a few photos from his pocket and put them on the table, "Look at it, the one who killed Mr. Emperor Wu in Haikou a few months ago is definitely this guy." ”

Several people gathered around, Akasaka glanced at another guy, and the other party took out a photo from the drawer, put it on the table and compared it, and sure enough, it was the same person.

"Bang."

Taro Asakura held a dagger in his hand and stuck it the head of the person in the photo, penetrating the table, leaving a knife edge on Zhang Han's head.

"The opportunity to complete the last order given to us by General Wu Di has arrived, he ...... Must die! ”

These six people belong to the Japanese Army Intelligence Department, which can be said to be the Japanese version of the National Security Agency, which is similar to the British Navy Intelligence Department 6, but the difference is that their imaginary enemy is very clear, that is, the PLA Army, Navy and Air Force!

At six o'clock in the morning, the sun had hung obliquely in the sky, the clouds on the horizon were fiery and hot, and there was a busy figure in the basement, six submachine guns were placed on the table, and a few grenades, and six people had changed into kimonos, with a katana hanging from their waists, a white cloth tied to their heads, and a red sun in the middle, which looked like an aunt towel used by a woman, and only the Japanese in the world could come up with this kind of attention and use the aunt towel used by a woman as the flag of their own country.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

Several people shouted, then hid their submachine guns in their trench coats, and pinned several magazines to their waists.

Taro Asakura is the most powerful person here, once the chief of the special high-tech section of the Army Intelligence Department, who is ruthless and radical, and is full of pride in this suicidal mission that Emperor Wu confessed.

"Die in battle! It is a great honor to be a samurai, and we are very fortunate to receive such an honor, and our sons, our grandsons, will be proud of us, and proud of the spirit of bushido in the Great Japanese Empire! ”

Another Japanese said, "We're going to kill that Shina now, but I've heard that a professor from Stanford in the United States has come to the hospital, and he is very good at dealing with infectious diseases, and I am afraid that keeping it will be detrimental to our plans." ”

Taro Asakura looked at the photo of Zhang Han on the table and thought about it, and then raised his head,

"Then we'll act separately, Akasaka, you and Sakurai go to the hospital to deal with the American, and the four of us are responsible for killing this Shina."

"Hayi!"

The door was kicked open directly, and the six people went out and got into two vans, all the way to the Fuzhou General Hospital of the Nanjing Military Region, and all the way to the family home of the Fuzhou Municipal Government.

Zhang Han lay on the seat, watching the car drive into the family courtyard of the municipal party committee, the greening here is still good, full of comfortable green vegetation, but there are many plants in the south He can't name them, only know plantains and coconut trees.

The car slowly stopped on the side of the road, Fang Xinsheng and the driver and assistant in charge of driving walked down, saw a car parked there on the side of the road, and recognized it as the Health Bureau.

"It seems that the people from the health bureau have already come, and I didn't expect it to be so early."

Zhang Han got out of the car and lowered his head to light a cigarette, glanced around casually, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, and a trace of murderous aura wandered around, and said quietly,

"Let's go."

Fang Xinsheng's assistant was a young man in his twenties, who looked quite weak, tightened his belt and followed the two of them in.

208 on the seventh floor, that is, the home of the executive vice mayor of the city, the door is tightly closed, it seems that the people inside are still asleep, Zhang Han did not stay in front of the door, but continued to walk a few steps forward, leaning on the staircase leading to the upper floor, smoking quietly without saying a word.

"Dangdangdang......" Fang Xinsheng knocked on the door, and a voice came from inside unexpectedly.

"Who!"

It's a woman, and it doesn't sound very friendly, Fang Xinsheng said with a smile, "President of Fuzhou General Hospital of Nanjing Military Region, Fang Xinsheng." ”

There was silence inside, and then after more than ten seconds, the door lock was opened with a click, and a middle-aged woman wearing pajamas and a mask appeared in front of her, who couldn't see her appearance clearly but was a little fat.

Fang Xinsheng smiled, "Let's come to find Vice Mayor Sun." ”

"Come in." The woman's tone was cold, with a hint of impatience.

Fang Xinsheng and his assistant took out a mask from their pockets and put it on, and then handed it to Zhang Han.

"Take it with you, and don't slam anything when you go in, and don't put anything in your mouth, including water and smoke."

After taking the mask, Zhang Han nodded, but he didn't go in, and then followed Fang Xinsheng under the corridor, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The lights inside were bright and the curtains were closed, it seemed that the host had already woken up, and there were two guests in the living room, both wearing masks, and there was no water in front of them, it seemed that they knew the seriousness of the problem, Fang Xinsheng walked over and shook hands with Wei Baoliang, director of the Health Bureau.

"Director Wei!"

Wei Baoliang smiled through the mask and motioned for him to sit down, next to Deputy Director Ren Rongchang. In a single-seater sofa opposite, Sun Yishan was expressionless, holding a cup of tea in his hand, sitting there in pajamas and not talking, the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

After a few seconds of silence, the middle-aged fat woman came over with a snort and said, "You still don't leave?" In a moment, our grandson will go to work. ”

Ren Rongchang glanced at Wei Baoliang, when Ren Rongchang reported the situation to Wei Baoliang in the morning, he was scolded by Wei Baoliang, why did he wait for such a serious matter to report to him now, and then rushed here with the other party to negotiate with Sun Yishan and let them accept quarantine, but Sun Yishan directly refused on the grounds that the infection was too small and that it would seriously delay the work of the government, and the two groups of people fell into confrontation.