Those who are unsatisfactory in life, nine times out of ten!

Never expected that he would be so loyal to the empire, born and died, and in the end, he would be abandoned?

Zhao Jinshan, dressed in a black kimono, half-lying on a tatami mat, staring at the ceiling, humming an unknown Japanese folk song, and his feet in clogs are stepping on the beat.

After singing two sentences, Zhao Jinshan stopped, picked up the wine glass on the low table, and drank it with tears.

This was his last time, and after dawn, he was going to carry out his last mission to poison Lin Zi'an.

What follows is the end of ten deaths, and it is likely to die at the hands of one's own people.

Zhao Jinshan thought of his white-haired old father, his virtuous and beautiful wife, and his son who was still babbling when he left home......

He was in tears.

"I know that death is coming, but I can still be so moisturized?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The hairs on Zhao Jinshan's whole body stood up, and he didn't even have time to find the source of the sound, let alone see who it was, his body rolled violently, reaching the pistol on the side of the tatami mat.

A spy is a spy, and his reflexes are superhuman.

Fang Buwei sneered, flicked his right foot, and a black dot flew out.

With a "snap", a leather shoe hit the pistol exactly as it was, and the pistol flew out and fell five or six meters away.

Zhao Jinshan quickly stood up and felt for a rope on the wall.

For fear of being overheard, this dark room has been specially treated and is not an ordinary soundproofing, and if you want to warn the outside, you can only use this bell connected by a rope.

Fang Buwei didn't stop Zhao Jinshan, but looked at him with interest.

Zhao Jinshan pulled hard, but the rope fell off from the crack in the wall with his pulling action.

The place at the end of the rope is neat, and at a glance, you can tell that it has just been cut by someone.

This man came prepared.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw that in the room that had been empty just now, two feet suddenly appeared, one of which was still bare.

Zhao Jinshan took a deep breath and asked in a solemn voice, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

As he spoke, he turned around, his feet secretly accumulating, ready to pounce on a fierce tiger.

"It's only been a few days since I saw him, and Brother Jin Shan won't recognize me?" Fang Buwei said with a smile.

Zhao Jinshan, who had just bent down and was about to pounce, was shocked, and when he raised his head and saw Fang Buwei looking at his face with a light smile, he actually had a feeling of seeing a ghost.

"You...... You're not dead? Zhao Jinshan's eyes were about to burst out, and they were full of horror.

"I've disappointed Brother Jinshan!" Fang Buwei smiled lightly, took off his other leather shoe, and sat cross-legged on the side of the low table.

Burned to death in the small building, isn't Fang Buwei?

He's here again now......

There was no trace of blood on Zhao Jinshan's face, and his body kept trembling.

Fang Buwei methodically fiddled with the tea set on the low table, poured two cups of clear tea, and pushed one in front of Zhao Jinshan.

Zhao Jinshan looked at Fang Buwei in disbelief, Fang Buwei was unexpectedly intact from head to toe.

It was definitely Fang Buwei who was stunned by him that day, but why was he still alive and didn't even have any injuries on his body?

Fang Buwei made a gesture of please.

Zhao Jinshan understood very well that in front of Fang Buwei, he had no chance to make a move at all.

Zhao Shirui said when he was drunk that even Gu Zhenlong's personal guards, with eight enemies and one enemy, were not Fang Buwei's opponents.

Zhao Jinshan gritted his teeth and sat down on his knees, but he ignored the cup of tea in front of him.

"Don't worry, it's easy to kill you, just a knife!" Fang Buwei picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

"When did you know my identity?" Zhao Jinshan asked in a trembling voice.

He understood everything.

Fang Buwei will not appear here for no reason.

"When you catch Tonmiao and Saki!" Fang is not a return.

It's to catch, not kill!

Zhao Jinshan began to tremble again.

"They...... Not dead? ”

"Well, it's a good life!" Fang Buwei replied, "Commander Gu will chat with them every day to relieve their boredom......

Zhao Jinshan's eyes were about to split, and as soon as his teeth were bitten, Fang Buwei's hand stretched out like lightning.

With a "click", Zhao Jinshan's jaw was directly removed.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Fang Buwei sneered, picked up the teacup on the low table, and poured it all into Zhao Jinshan's mouth.

Want to die?

How can it be so easy!

……

Zhao Jinshan sat on the floor like a fool, saliva flowed to the corners of his mouth, dripped down again, and pulled out a water line.

Fang Buwei sat opposite Zhao Jinshan, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He never thought that the traitor turned out to be the most trusted person around him?

What exactly is he missing?

Money?

I have made a windfall several times in a row, but I haven't forgotten my cronies every time.

didn't make them rich, but it was enough for them to settle their families and have no worries about food and clothing.

Right?

He rose step by step, and several cronies also rose with the tide, and in less than a year, he rose several levels.

And that's not all.

He is now the lieutenant colonel of the secret service, and one step further, he will replace Gao Sizhong and take charge of the Operations Section.

In the Military Police Headquarters, he was already a colonel's staff officer, and according to Gu Zhenlong's meaning, he was preparing to let him gradually reduce the operations of the Special Service and slowly shift his focus to the Military Police Headquarters.

The post of head of the military police regiment beckoned to him.

Fang Buwei didn't mention it, but he already had a long-term plan for the whereabouts of a few of his subordinates in his heart.

But who would have thought that the cronies he regarded as a brachial would become traitors?

Fang Buwei felt that he was even sadder than the current Zhao Jinshan.

"How did he know that I came back with Yu Erjun?" Fang Buwei asked again.

Zhao Jinshan's eyes had a slight brilliance, but he didn't answer.

It seems that Zhao Jinshan doesn't know either.

Fang Buwei changed another way of saying, "He recognized me at the Central Hotel?" ”

Zhao Jinshan still did not move.

Fang Buwei sighed again, "Since everything that should be said has been said, let's send you on the road!" ”

He picked up the teacup and poured another cup of tea for Zhao Jinshan.

This is to prevent Zhao Jinshan from suddenly waking up and destroying the scene under extreme pain.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the effect of the medicine had taken effect, and Zhao Jinshan had reached the point of being on the verge of coma.

Fang Buwei reached out and pulled out a short knife from the corner of his pants.

Rib difference, also known as Huaijian.

Fang Buwei bit the short knife in his mouth, turned to Zhao Jinshan's back, helped him sit upright, and posed again, then stuffed the knife into Zhao Jinshan's hands, held Zhao Jinshan's two hands with both hands, aimed at the upper abdomen, and stabbed hard.

With a "poof", a stream of blood arrows erupted.

Zhao Jinshan let out a muffled snort from his mouth.

Fang was unmoved, and pulled up hard.

According to Japanese tradition, it was originally cut horizontally, but it dies too slowly.

In the face of extreme pain, who can control the force and direction of the hand?

"Yiya......" Zhao Jinshan screamed in pain.

The blood was like flowing water, constantly flowing out, and the sound of the flow could not even be heard.

"Ho-ho......" Zhao Jinshan's mouth was foaming with blood, and his throat let out a roar like a beast.

Fang Buwei let go of his hand, Zhao Jinshan held the handle of the knife with both hands and fell to the ground.

Seeing that he twitched a few times and stopped moving, Fang Buwei squatted down and probed Zhao Jinshan's snort.

"It's a pity that I couldn't let you be as wonderful as you are, and try the commander's means to make life worse than death!" Fang Buwei shook his head and closed Zhao Jinshan's eyes.

Fang Buwei stood up, took off his coat, wiped the blood on his two hands repeatedly, and then carefully observed whether there were any other traces in the dark room.

Fingerprints, footprints, teacups, water marks......

After all traces were eliminated, Fang Buwei put on gloves again, pushed away the low table, and opened a dark compartment below.

Inside is a telephone.

Fang Buwei picked up the earpiece and dialed the dial a few times, as soon as the other party connected it, he began to gasp for air, pretending to be extremely painful, imitating Zhao Jinshan's voice, "Please......"

The other party hasn't even finished the code to identify him.

After only saying these three words, Fang Buwei threw the microphone beside Zhao Jinshan, gently stepped over Zhao Jinshan's corpse, put on leather shoes, and returned the same way.

With each step, he used a towel to clean the footprints on the floor.

When he walked out of the dark room, he took a closer look.

If this can make the Japanese see the traces, then there is no need for me to be a spy.

A few minutes later, Fang Buwei climbed down the stairs along the same path and disappeared into the night.

Receiving a call from his subordinates, Oda had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

Zhao Jinshan only said "please" and then went silent, and the phone couldn't be called anymore.

No, you have to check it out.

But the Japanese consulate is not so good.

No one knows how many spies are hiding outside.

In the past, when Xiao Tian went to find Zhao Jinshan, he had to change transportation at least three times and make seven or eight detours.

But what if Zhao Jinshan really had an accident?

Oda gritted his teeth and ran out of the room as quickly as he could.

He's going to ask Ariyoshiaki for instructions.

……

Half an hour later, Oda appeared in the dark room.

Zhao Jinshan was lying in a pool of blood, one hand still holding the hilt of the knife.

Qi and blood instantly surged above his head, and Xiao Tian gritted his teeth with hatred.

Wu Xiong was just about to go in to help Zhao Jinshan, but was stopped by Xiao Tian.

"Don't move, let's see if there are any traces of outsiders entering or leaving!"

The two of them looked inside and out several times, but they didn't see anything abnormal.

Zhao Jinshan did commit suicide.

Coward!

Oda scolded hatefully.

"What now?" Wu Xiong asked.

Xiao Tian groaned slightly, and there was a decision in his heart.

"A few more stabs, so that no one can see the original traces of the wound, and then find a secluded alley and throw it out......," Oda replied.

"Yes!" Wu Xiong answered, squatted down, and pulled out the short knife.

"Change the knife!" Oda reminded again.

Wu Xiong nodded.