The bullet-to-bullet rubble frightened the Egyptian governor to squat on the ground in a hurry, trembling, and through the cracks in the wall, he saw a crowd of people on all sides.

Thinking of this, the governor of Egypt stumbled back to his room, took two deep breaths, and then opened the drawer with trembling hands and took out something wrapped in a white handkerchief.

Slowly opened, what emerged from the inside was actually a revolver, it is estimated that this thing has never been used, it is completely new, and even the bullet is not loaded.

After removing the magazine, Wilson, the governor of Egypt, put the bullet on it, played with it carefully, put on a cigar again, lit it, and sat on a chair listening to the sound of gunfire outside the window getting closer and closer.

The sound of a popping was already ringing outside the gate, followed by the sound of a breakdown.

It was time, and Wilson, who thought of this, picked up his pistol and slowly raised it to his temple.

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced the skull. Wilson was shot in the head at that time.

Bang, less than three minutes before Wilson fell to the ground, a group of Egyptian soldiers and civilians in gray uniforms rushed in with Mauser rifles and Winchester rifles snatched from the British.

"Kill him." I don't know who shouted, but the Egyptian, who had been tortured by Wilson and was about to go crazy, pounced on him like a mad dog and whipped Wilson's corpse.

Ten minutes later, when Wilson's body was reduced to mud, the angry crowd left and ran to the next location.

However, the two blindfolded men did not leave, but quietly watched the pile of minced meat.

These two people are Zhang Wenqi and Xu Zhen.

"I think I can send electricity to Dashuai, the sandstorm has started." Looking at the crumbled mud on the ground, Zhang Wenqi picked up a cigar from the table and lit it.

"I agree, it's time to generate electricity." Xu Zhen nodded.

Zhang Wenqi, who was lighting a cigar, clapped his hands, and saw a soldier wearing an Egyptian military uniform walking in from outside the door: "Stationmaster." ”

"Immediately send a power from the intelligence bureau." Without any expression, Zhang Wenqi threw the cigar in his hand on the ground and said coldly.

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In fact, at this time, the Egyptian telegram could be transmitted directly to Lushun, but for the sake of safety, Zhong Lin and Liu Jun discussed, the telegram did not enter Lushun directly, but first entered France, and then changed a code, forwarded to Moscow, and finally, it was transferred from Moscow to Lushun, three sets of passwords, three sets of codes. Liu Jun didn't believe it, he British intelligence had such a bull fork and could catch his handle.

In Lushun, the sky has gradually brightened. Liu Jun, who had been waiting with Clint all night, was lying on the sofa, snoring and falling asleep, and on the ground next to him, four or five wine bottles were thrown on the ground.

Hey, looking at Liu Jun sleeping on the sofa, Zheng Yiqian shook her head helplessly, she hadn't slept all night, so she was worried that Liu Jun would roll off the sofa inadvertently, and as for Zhong Lin, he had already climbed on the table.

"A bunch of drunkards." After scolding in a low voice, Zheng Yiqian glanced at Eiffel, who had just come in: "Ignore them, let them sleep, you have to teach them a lesson." ”

Eiffel has been here for so many years, Chinese has long been able to understand, plus usually his uncle often takes himself to Liu Jun's whereabouts, knowing the weight of Zheng Yiqian in front of Liu Jun and his uncle, Eiffel did not say anything, but turned around and walked out.

Hey, sighing again, Zheng Yiqian once again put Liu Jun's slippery cloak over him, and sat aside and watched the time in a daze.

It's already eleven o'clock, and I'm waiting for a while, it's all time to eat, and these people can still eat.

Knock, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and before she could stand up, Zheng Yiqian saw Eiffel leading a Liaodong soldier wearing a lieutenant general's uniform and walked in.

Zheng Mei? Zheng Yiqian frowned, stood up and looked at Zheng Mei suddenly, she didn't know why Zheng Mei suddenly came here.

"Moscow urgent telegram." Walking in front of Zheng Yiqian, Zheng Mei handed the telegram in her hand to Zheng Yiqian.

There was no translated telegram, Zheng Yiqian could see at a glance that this telegram was not translated, and the only translation password was only known to Zhong Lin and Liu Jun. And yet now these two bastards.

"Eiffel, get some water, splash them up." Knowing that the situation was urgent, Zheng Yiqian couldn't allow them to sleep like this.

With Zheng Yiqian speaking, Eiffel called someone from outside to bring three basins of water in less than three minutes.

With a bang, three basins of water were poured on the faces of the three people.

"It's raining." With a loud shout, Liu Jun suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"Why are you splashing me with water?" Finding the basin in Zheng Yiqian's hand, Liu Jun looked puzzled.

Moscow Telegraph. Only you have the password, I don't splash you. Zheng Yiqian threw the basin on the ground and said confidently.

Moscow, hearing these words, Zhong Lin on the side walked over in a few steps, and he didn't care who was still dripping on his body, so he took the telegram from Zheng Yiqian's hand.

Deciphering the secret code, Zhong Lin was already familiar with it in his heart, so after a few glances, Zhong Lin crumpled the telegram into a ball and put it in his pocket and said to Liu Jun, who was twisting his clothes: "The sea breeze is up." ”

Well, as soon as he heard this, Liu Jun stood up suddenly and hugged Clinde, who had not yet reacted.

"Old Ke, it worked."

What succeeded? Clint shook his head vigorously, and he hadn't quite reacted from it yet.

"Cairo, the capital of Egypt, has been successfully occupied, and the rest are estimated to be waiting for a few days, and the rest of the places will also launch riots."

That's great news, Clint laughed when he heard this.

"Lao Ke, I'm happy for a few days, I'm drinking some, I'm drinking some." Liu Jun couldn't care about his soaked clothes and shouted loudly.

"Good, good." After saying a few good words in a row, Clint walked to the wine rack on the side, but Liu Jun automatically had no drinks on it at all.

Click, Clinde, who walked to the wine shelf, didn't know what he pressed, and a small lattice popped open on the wall.

I'm grass, this **** still has private goods. Seeing Clint take out a bottle of wine from it, Liu Jun scolded resentfully in his heart