Wherever the typhoon passes, wind and rain are bound to hit.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized drops crackled on the glass, as if they were about to smash the glass and break in.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and because of the arrival of the storm, there was not a single pedestrian in sight on the street, and even the night owls who had to force themselves to stay at home all day.

However, in a three-storey office building in the compound of the Hong Kong Garrison, one office was brightly lit.

The office is not big, only about 30 square meters, and the layout inside is quite simple, a desk, two chairs, a sofa, plus a bookcase and a water dispenser, which are all the furniture in this office.

At this time, there is an induction cooker on the desk, the pot on the induction cooker is boiling with steaming soup, and there are several plates on the table, which contain some foods such as potatoes, tofu, and vegetables, and in an iron basin next to it, there is a small half basin of noodles.

In front of the desk, Yan Murong ate the last bite of noodles with the hot sauce in this bowl, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve without any image, and looked at a middle-aged man in his fifties sitting directly opposite the table and complained. "Uncle Cheng, you are too uninteresting, how can you say that you are also my grandfather's old subordinate - people on TV say that those officials treat the grandsons of the old chief one by one and are eager to dig out their livers, you are good, invite me to a meal, all of them are vegetarian dishes, and there is not even meat."

"You kid, I haven't seen you for almost twenty years, you're getting older, and your mouth is getting bigger and bigger." Cheng Zhiyuan laughed. "In the middle of the night, it's good to have a little food, we are not a five-star hotel, you can eat when you want, we buy things in the canteen according to the amount, and there will never be left."

"Have you seen me?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"I've seen it, why haven't I seen it." Cheng Zhiyuan smiled. "I guess you kid forgot, but it's no wonder that you were a big kid when I saw you. Coincidentally, when I went to visit the old chief, I happened to see your father chasing you with the waistband of his trousers in one hand and a belt in the other. ”

"Uh-it was an accident." Yan Murong's face turned red, and he never thought that his miserable appearance would be seen by others.

"It was an accident, indeed." Chen Zhiyuan seemed to remember something happy and laughed. "If you want to say that I am also an acquaintance of your father, he usually always has a straight face, and sees everyone as if he owes him two hundred dollars - don't say that you are surprised, I am surprised to see him chasing you with his pants and belt, but you kid is smart enough, then he will only be six or seven years old, and he can sneak away against the wall."

"Of course." Yan Murong looked proud. "That's a pure cowhide belt, my dad brought it when he was a soldier, and it hasn't broken for so many years, but think about how good the quality is, it can hurt half to death when you smoke it, and I'm a fool if I don't run."

"You're stupid." Cheng Zhiyuan shook his head and sighed.

"Am I stupid?" Yan Murong smiled, he naturally knew the meaning of Cheng Zhiyuan's words, looked up at Cheng Zhiyuan and said. "But sometimes it's not a bad thing to be a fool."

"I know." Cheng Zhiyuan nodded. "However, this time it went too far, making the old chief very passive."

"Can't do it, can you?" Yan Murong said with a look of surprise. "You should know who Zheng Tianlun is, right? What kind of organization is the ghost, Uncle Cheng, you should also be clear, right? ”

"It's because it's clear that I said you did something wrong." Cheng Zhiyuan said helplessly.

Yes, Zheng Tianlun is dead, he died without pain, and he died without hesitation. Of course, this is because he knew that he would not survive, so he took the initiative to ask for death, but no matter what, Zheng Tianlun is a member of the Zheng family, even if the crime is extremely heinous, it must be sentenced by the state, and it is not Yan Murong's turn to lynch him. If no one knows, forget it, after all, Yan Murong and Little Snake have killed a lot of killers in the ghost organization, but they killed Zheng Tianlun in front of so many people in the PTU mobile unit and the Hong Kong garrison, and they can't hide it if they want to.

"I have this." Yan Murong took out the golden badge and put it in front of Cheng Zhiyuan, and said. "Don't I have the right to cut first and then play?"

"Put it away." Cheng Zhiyuan didn't seem surprised that Yan Murong had a dragon badge, he just glanced at it, pushed it back in front of Yan Murong, and said. "The power of the dragon is indeed very large, to some extent, it is greater than the power of national security - although I don't know how you can have the badge of the dragon, but this time the situation is different."

"Just because he's from the Zheng family?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"That's just one of the points." Cheng Zhiyuan picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, took a deep breath, and let the rich gas pass around his lungs before speaking. "You should have heard of the term terrorist organization, but have you heard of soft terrorist organization?"

"Soft terrorist groups? What do you mean? Yan Murong asked.

"Let's put it this way." Cheng Zhiyuan flicked the cigarette ash, organized the language slightly, and said. "Terrorist organizations, that is, organizations like Black September and Al Qaeda that use all kinds of extreme behaviors and means to attract the attention of others -- the so-called soft terrorist organizations, just like that soft word, their methods are much softer, like agents, spies, and so on, are called soft terror, because they will not use such extreme means, but they will also have a great impact."

"You're saying that ghosts belong to the soft terrorist group?" Yan Murong asked with a frown.

"Yes, moreover, the ghost is still the leader of the soft terrorist organization" Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, paused slightly, and said. "Let's put it this way, you should also know what kind of organization the Ghost is, there are killers, hackers, spies, and their members are all over the world, and the network is quite large."

"Doesn't it matter to each country?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter." Cheng Zhiyuan explained. "Needless to say, it's not easy to catch killers, but spies and hackers are different, and even if they are caught, at most they will be sentenced or extradited - therefore, when dealing with spies and hackers of ghost organizations, countries will choose to use coerced confessions to extract ghost information at the first time, although they never get useful information, but they never give up."

"That's right, Zheng Tianlun died when he died." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "There's no way, there's no use keeping it - besides, even if I don't kill him, he'll probably die in the end."

"But this time it's different." Cheng Zhiyuan smiled wryly.