In a small French-style western-style building not far from the Beijing Hotel, Zhong Wei typed the last Morse code: the mission failed.

In just a few buttons, it seemed that he had exhausted all the strength of his body.

Zhong Wei slumped weakly in his chair. His body was numb, but his reason was strangely lucid, supporting him to do the rest.

He got up, quickly disassembled the radio on the table, and hid it in the room.

Zhong Wei did not choose to evacuate as soon as he was usual, but took out a "Lao Dao brand" cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, his thumb was slightly forced, and with a "click", the cover of the lighter was unscrewed, and orange-red flames burst out.

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