Chapter Twenty-Seven: You're Dead

Jiang Donghuan looked at the embers in front of him that gradually turned into black ash with an expressionless face, and gently flipped it with a stick again to make sure that no trace was left.

After making sure that there was nothing left, he smashed it all and poured it into the toilet, and with the sound of a pumping sound, the text disappeared completely.

Jiang Donghuan looked at himself in the mirror with a stunned face, looked at his bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several days, and felt more comfortable after slapping it with cold water a few times.

But in fact, he has indeed not slept for two days and two nights, of course, not because he took advantage of Huang Meiying's writing tongue and was excited, but because he was analyzing the content of that information and what the truth behind the deduction should be.

As a front-line scavenger, he has always been a one-line contact with his superiors, and even private meetings between his superiors during non-mission periods are expressly forbidden, but now he has completely grasped the list of a large number of Huaxia intelligence officers in South Korea, and there may be many people lurking in the depths, but the list of hundreds of people alone is enough to make him tremble.

If he uses this information to defect to the enemy now, he can definitely enjoy all the glory and wealth in the next life, of course, as long as he is not afraid of facing endless pursuits...

"I didn't expect it to be like this... The basic situation is understood, so it seems that the next mission..."

A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Donghuan's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "It's not that I'm restless and listening to orders, but I want to live..."

******

"Yo, Cheng Huan, here you go again, it's the same as before?"

Listening to the familiar greeting, Park Sung-hwan showed a harmless smile, nodded at the middle-aged man behind the bar, and sat on the bar chair.

"Why do you always see you coming alone? Still didn't pick up a successful conversation? I won't be able to return again today. ”

Listening to the middle-aged bartender's teasing, he smiled softly: "Don't be kidding, how can anyone look up to an ordinary person like me who has no money and no good looks." ”

"So you come every week and just sit and drink and look around? Young man, take the initiative and don't be so shy. ”

Park Sung-hwan smiled and didn't speak, and the bartender shook his head helplessly when he saw him, and then turned around and went to his own business.

Just as Park Sung-hwan was drinking the beer in front of him and pretending to look around, suddenly an arm was put on his shoulder, pressing the back of his neck, and a man's voice came from his ear.

"Which wine is the best here, and how about recommending it to me?"

Park Sung-hwan's body was shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to fight back, but he couldn't move under the strong confinement of the other party.

"Why are you here?"

"That's the right question for you, why are you here every day of the week?"

Jiang Donghuan's voice was firm and cold, but the expression on his face was like a spring breeze.

"Can't I come here and relax? Anyway, ginger, you shouldn't meet me even if you appear here, it's not in accordance with the rules. ”

Park Sung-hwan, that is, Pu Huang's eyes were cold, and he no longer had the gentleness and kindness he used to be, and replied in a hard voice.

"If you play by the rules, you're dead by now."

As Jiang Donghuan's words fell, Pu Huang noticed that Jiang Donghuan's palm against his neck was slightly raised, and his skin felt a little strange, presumably the poisonous needle hidden inside had been directly pressed against his carotid artery.

When the time comes, he only needs to leave a small trace like a mosquito bite, and he will quickly die of poison.

"Now answer me, I've observed what you're here for every week, and no one seems to be coming to talk to you."

Pu Huang was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "You are an observer in this area?" ”

"What do you say?"

Jiang Donghuan gave him a meaningful look, observers, as the name suggests, their task and duty is to observe whether there are any abnormal behaviors and treason by the organization personnel in this area, and directly report to the supervision department, and the supervision department will determine whether it needs to be eliminated.

Observers are appointed directly by the Ombudsman, and no one else knows who they are, not even their nominal immediate superiors.

Pu Huang's face struggled for a while, and suddenly said, "If I confess truthfully, can you think about it more?" ”

"It depends on what you're confessing."

Jiang Donghuan did not relax his confinement at all, and looked at Pu Huang with a smile on his face when others looked at him, as if the two were close friends.

"Did you see that girl? The one with black hair bangs? ”

Pu Huang's eyes glanced at it, and motioned Jiang Donghuan to look at a table of guests in the window.

Three girls, smiling coquettishly, with green faces, look like college students who come out to play on the weekend, just ordinary people, nothing special.

"That's my sister."

Jiang Donghuan's hand trembled slightly when he heard this, but his tone was still cold, "My sister?" ”

"Hmm." Seeing Jiang Donghuan's disbelieving eyes, Pu Huang explained: "My parents divorced when I was three years old, and I followed my father back to Huaxia, and she stayed in Hancheng with her mother, so she didn't know me. ”

"You should know that this kind of contact is organizationally forbidden."

Jiang Donghuan's voice was extremely indifferent, as if he regarded this kind of family affection as nothing.

"I know... But when I found out about her save, I couldn't help but want to take a look. ”

Pu Huang's eyes became misty, "Even if she doesn't know me, and she doesn't remember me, every time I sit here and look at her, I feel happy, I feel relaxed, and the heavy pressure in my heart disappears." ”

He turned his head to look at Jiang Donghuan's cold eyes and said sincerely: "I know that I can't contact her, and getting close to her will hurt her, so I choose to watch her silently here, and see her every week, just for a while, if she is okay, I will have no worries." ”

"Heh..."Jiang Donghuan sneered and said, "This is also called worry-free? So that's why you're disobeying the organization's orders? ”

"I don't know if you have a family, ginger, but isn't what a person like us needs most is to reasonably relieve psychological pressure? I just chose a way that seemed dangerous, but I promise I hadn't been in contact with her, but from a distance, it shouldn't be a violation of the rules. ”

Jiang Donghuan withdrew his palm, took a sip of the wine glass, and said lightly: "You'd better change the way, otherwise I don't guarantee that you can still live." ”

Pu Huang glanced at him and couldn't help but ask with some surprise, "You won't kill me?" ”

Jiang Donghuan sneered, waved his hand and stood up without speaking.

Pu Huang seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked at Jiang Donghuan who turned around with wide eyes and said, "You're not an observer?" ”

"You've already died once, newcomer, take a look at it, what you learn from books isn't necessarily exactly right, and sometimes it kills people."

Pu Huang looked at Jiang Donghuan's back as he left, unable to speak for a long time.

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