Chapter Eighty-Seven, Trickery and Deception

Yu Xia's conversation window with several anonymous information providers:

- "I'd like to know if the current president of the East Coast Ian Business Alliance, Xia Huo Obscure, has made any small moves in Hailing Town. ”

"I know he has a house in Hailing, but he never lived in it." One of them was the first to speak.

"You know, it was bought for his daughter to go to school." The few people in this discussion group are enough to make a big wave.

"That school is also the old fox's. Used to launder the money of the business alliance! "These people's ability to be unreserved and know everything has a lot to do with the long-term pre-emption.

"Star Whisper is private?" A few intelligence traffickers chatted with each other.

"That's right, investors are obscure."

Yu Xia suddenly opened up, and the person behind Yan Shan who was secretly operating was this Xia Huo Shuo. Since then, the culprit of the revelation of the matter is this hypocritical Xia Huo President.

"So what, the first thing this old fox did when he became president must be to legalize these." Yu Xia also thought of this.

The seemingly existing breakthrough is just another illusion. Wanting to use illegal assets to blackmail Hashiro has obviously become a joke, and Yu Xia admonishes herself to be steady and steady, and it is not easy to grasp the life-saving straw.

- An anonymous message came from the private chat window.

"Please pay attention to the 'Edge Project' from seven years ago."

Yu Xia would like to hear about it, but this person is already offline.

Encountering such a "kind-hearted" person who is not greedy for money in an intelligence black market, Yu Xia naturally raised his vigilance.

After making full preparations, Yu Xia looked for the "edge" in this natural "antique market".

Searching is a simple and time-consuming job, and tens of millions of pieces of information require not only a destructive computer, but also a determination not to give up. If it's really some secret that no one knows, then it's worth the time.

- Mai Ousti Homeland Security Agency spy report.

The old commissioner sat behind his desk with reading glasses in his hands and held the daily newspaper at 9 a.m. as usual, drinking hot cocoa while studying the day's anecdotes. Looking at his appearance, he is righteous and awe-inspiring, but he is a wise and scheming person.

This can't be blamed on him, he has worked in this place for decades, and now he will retire in less than a year, and the more he reaches the last moment, the more careful he will be. After more than 30 years of experience in this game, he understands what it means to be late and unsafe.

"Director, are you looking for me?" Only one of his offices, the door was open all day, and a man with white hair and glasses walked in.

"Xiao Long, I heard that Bai Yu's son came to be a guest?" The old director's deep voice shows a strong sense of oppression and his own majesty. The words that came out of his mouth were like a cheetah with sharpened claws lurking around the lamb.

"Yes." Before getting permission from the old director, he stood upright at his desk, his hands clamping his trouser line.

"Tell me, what is his purpose?" In the past few years, the old director's sideburns have become frosty white. This kind of work destroys not only the appearance of people, but also the heart. Too many people are lost in this cannibalistic job. Died of vulnerability, of temptation, and even by the hands of the enemy.

"I think it's just a holiday season." The answer is just right, and the answer without any nutrition is the safest answer.

"Happy holidays? Hum! I think it has ulterior motives! The old director glared at him fiercely, this gap who was almost lost in his work was once his favorite general.

"After all, there is no evidence that he had other agendas." Xiao Long replied.

"I have another way to prove it." The old commissioner dropped the newspaper in his hand.

"I'm retiring, and I don't want to have my legs in this stinky quagmire until I have fun! I'm tired of all the right now! The old director's inexplicable anger did not frighten Xiao Long, of course he knew what was going on.

"Seeing that you are so annoyed, could it be that some old fox has come to give you task instructions again?" Gap Long was taking his words.

The old director's stunned eyes were fleeting, and he opened his mouth slightly to lower his voice: "He thinks he is something!" Dare to order me? I knew that he was a white-eyed wolf, and that plan should not have been given to him in the first place! "The more the old chief talked, the more excited he became, and he didn't care about the ears of the wall." Those who know the wrong person lose the world! "The old director's glasses slowly slided, and it didn't take long for them to be completely out of the grip of the bridge of his nose.

Xiao Long secretly rejoiced in his heart: This is what he deserves, and he will have to pay back sooner or later what he did at the beginning.

However, Liang Long will not be happy to say it, and the old fox's gain of power will do him no good.

"Could it be that the profiteer wants to be exterminated?" While gloating, he must also avoid the occurrence of happiness and sorrow.

"Kill them all? This is clearly a knife to kill. The old commissioner grabbed a file bag from the middle of the stack of papers on the table and threw it in front of Gap Long's eyes, "Look at this. ”

Among them, obscurity alludes to several sore spots in the old director's political career, in the hope that he can revoke Bai Yu's political protection and be imprisoned indefinitely.

The tone is tactful but sharp and harsh.

"If I revoke the political protection, I don't want to do this director either!" At stake is an already delicate political credibility between the two countries.

"Looks like you're going to have a hard time." Gap Long smiled toothlessly, he expected such a day.

"Gap Long, I've been your boss for so long, and I have no credit and hard work. You should give me a gift before I leave the throne and settle this matter for me. "The old director has ravines and yellow spots, and he has completely lost the unruliness of his early years.

"I'm gone, this seat is yours." The commissioner, who had just finished playing the emotional card, began to play the position card again.

Gap Long is naturally not interested in these, but the old director's education grace is there, and the old treacherous and cunning man is suspected of seizing the throne with him, so Gap Long agreed.

After Xiao Long left, the old director breathed a long sigh of helplessness. The edge plan was signed by myself at the beginning, and now I think about how stupid things I did when I was young to climb up. As long as you still have a place here, trouble will keep finding you.

Unless, blame someone else.

The first week of winter break looks no different than usual, except for the sudden drop in temperature. It's as calm as the sea level before the earthquake.

He lives in a small staff apartment, with endless lights and crowds of people outside the 70-meter-high window. The height of the dwelling does not escape the domination of noise, so it is customary to wear headphones at home until you fall asleep.

The furniture and decoration are in accordance with the standard requirements of the department, but many people are not used to this kind of antique-level furniture and have replaced it, but fortunately, Liang Long does not care about these, he thinks that the more concise things are, the safer.

However, he bought a small bookshelf, with an oak frame and a glass bottom, two columns and three grids, one meter five by one meter four. Above them are books that span from cooking to photography, most of which are props he uses as cover for his missions. He never looked, and he didn't have time to look at them, but he cherished them, and of all the furniture, only this bookshelf was spotless.

Including the small inconspicuous box sandwiched between the two collections of essays in the middle of the left side.