"A spy just disappeared from our country? Not a trace of any horses, not even any horses' feet? If this is said, it will not be laughed at by international peers." The military thorn snorted and reprimanded an agent who had come to report, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was obviously extremely angry.

The agent also defended helplessly: "That person is like a shadow, and he disappeared after leaving the National Security Bureau." All the surveillance cameras on the road showed no sign of him. We pulled up the camera footage from four nearby streets, but there wasn't a single one that looked or was slightly similar in shape. ”

The military thorn opened his mouth wide, and he was also shocked. What kind of spy is this? There is a very wide intersection outside the gate of the National Security Bureau, so that it can be buffered in the event of an emergency.

But the spy pretending to be Li Ping left the gate of the National Security Bureau and entered an alley across the street, and then disappeared. There were no similar-looking people coming out of the alley, and no suspicious vehicles passing by, all of which were identified by agents within an hour.

Including the owner's information and who was in the car at the time, what they did here, they all checked in detail after a few minutes, but there was no trace of the spy at all.

The agents quickly called up all the cameras in the surrounding ten blocks, replaying everything that had happened in those two hours in slow motion.

Hundreds of agents were gathered around a variety of screens, staring at any insignificant image on the screen. They need to find possible hidden flaws in these images, and the mysterious spy may well disguise himself and escape.

Agents even used state-of-the-art body contrast scanning technology, which allowed them to identify any suspected person simply by comparing the person on the camera's surveillance footage.

To their disappointment, after a night of hard work, hundreds of people did not find any suspicious clues all night. The spy was like a shadow that evaporated from the world as soon as he came out of the gates of the NSA. He is the air, invisible but beside you, how can you find him?

"No way, there's absolutely no way he's going to disappear. This is a well-prepared infiltration to steal our most confidential core information. Spy is never going to disappear as simply played! Nighthawk, who was sitting in the office, suddenly said in a deep voice.

His eyes were black, and he had obviously not slept all night. The ashtray next to the left hand hand was stuffed with cigarette butts, and I don't know how many times I changed the tea. He had been waiting for news from the agents all night, and Director Niu's cold eyes and the uneasiness in his heart about this mission were always reminding him that he must find the agent quickly, otherwise it might be too late.

"But Captain, that guy really disappeared, just like a ghost!" Although the military assassins were very reluctant to admit it, the facts were in front of them, and they really couldn't find the ghost.

"The big is hidden in the court, and the small is hidden in the city!" A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Nighthawk's mouth: "I think this powerful spy hasn't left the capital yet, he's playing hide and seek with us!" ”

The military thorn was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Captain, what do you mean?" "What's in the alley where the spy disappeared?" Nighthawk ignored the stinger and instead looked straight at the agent. There seemed to be an aura of majesty bursting out in an instant, and the agent felt that he had difficulty breathing.

He hurriedly cleaned up his mood, but he didn't dare to look into Nighthawk's eyes: "Report to the deputy director, our people have carefully investigated in that alley." There are 27 small restaurants, 1 large restaurant, 3 hotels, 1 Internet café, 2 grocery stores, 1 convenience store, and the rest are residents. "Yes, he must still be there." Nighthawk stood up abruptly, with uncontrollable excitement on his face: "Surround it immediately, including the sewers." Wherever you can escape from there, let me take over. "Yes!" The assassin and agent shouted back at the same time, and they turned and walked out of the office. Outside the house, sirens blared, and the dull sound of the military policemen's boots hitting the ground as they ran converged like a tide from all directions. Although there were many people, there was not a single murmur, except for the sound of leather boots colliding with the ground, only the sound of passwords and sirens.

Director Niu temporarily gave a base under the National Security Bureau to Nighthawk as a headquarters, which was originally the station of the National Security Bureau guards, and now it has become a temporary station for nearly 1,000 military and police officers.

Nighthawk wore a black cloak, and in the country he had to keep a low profile, and it was impossible to wear the general's palace and direct the military police to catch a spy, which would first cause a lot of commotion in society.

"Let me see what you great agent looks like!" Nighthawk smiled at the corners of his mouth, desperate to meet the daring spy, his figure quickly blending with the shiny siren outside.

The mournful sirens tore through the warmth of the day, and many passers-by turned their heads to look at the police cars that were gradually gathering on the street. Many of them were armoured vehicles with dreadsome heavy machine guns mounted on the nose. Although it is a special armored vehicle for the armed police, it is really difficult for the people in the capital to see such a magnificent scene in peacetime.

Many people whispered that so many police and armed police were dispatched at the same time, did they want to conduct some kind of exercise? The capital has always been safe and sound, and they don't seem to be doing anything other than drills. It will not be like the United States, where there will be people sweeping the streets with guns at every turn, so the military and police are needed.

In just five minutes, from the base to which alley, all the surrounding areas of one kilometer were blocked, and a cordon was set up within five kilometers. All vehicles must be inspected before they can be passed, and the citizens are still applauding the mighty image of the military and police.

But what they didn't know was that in that alley, the wolf-like military police had already stormed the restaurants and conducted a carpet search. They stopped the yelling shopkeepers and customers, and nervously searched every suspicious place and suspicious person.

Helicopters roared overhead, and an aerial blockade of three police helicopters locked on almost all movement within three kilometers. As long as someone tries to escape, they will inevitably not be able to escape the pursuit of the helicopter.

All exits of utility sewers are manned, including drainage. The spy initially judged that there were no weapons, after all, if he could carry one or two weapons in the capital, it would be a matter of rebellion.

Nighthawk walked down the alley, looking at the presence of his soldiers in every shop. He didn't have his original demeanor, but frowned, and the bad premonition came back to him.

Fifteen minutes later, a sweaty spur ran over with a few members of the Thunder Task Force.

"Captain, nothing has been found. We've searched it all, all of them have checked, and none of them match the characteristics of the suspect! The spurs looked a little frustrated, no matter how hard they tried, they didn't seem to be as smart as the spy.

Nighthawk was silent, he was thinking nervously. Could it be that his conjectures were all wrong, that spy has an intelligence beyond the ordinary, he doesn't play his cards according to common sense, and he doesn't think backwards to stay in the most dangerous places. So where did he go? Did he really turn into a cloud of steam and then to air?

Nighthawk shook his head, the unthinkable thought that had occupied his mind for a long time. But he couldn't break the thought, and the vanished spy was like a shadow occupying the highest part of his mind. The shadow kept taunting him in the darkness, but there was nothing he could do to overcome it.

"What went wrong?" Nighthawk touched his hair a little frantically, and he pulled out a cigarette and took a hard puff, trying to clear his head.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He turned his head sharply and yelled at Jun, "Go, go and ask all the shops here." Since yesterday, someone has left here and hasn't returned. I want to know if the merchants in these shops have the accomplice of that spy, hurry up. The Thorn was also confused by Nighthawk's sudden and furious shout, and he didn't react until Nighthawk shouted a second time. After a few moments, the alley became noisy again, and the military police who had been in charge of the search were replaced by agents in black cloaks.

For example, the agents of the underworld or the black super special police have a look on their faces that no one is allowed to enter, and everyone answers honestly after seeing these evil stars, and no one dares to hide a trace of something.

After another ten minutes of anxiety, the spur hurried back with a few agents. Behind them was a thin-haired young man who looked scared and his legs were shaking.

"Captain, there's a discovery." Junting's eyes lit up: "This guy's uncle drove out of here last night with a guy from his hometown, and he hasn't come back yet, and the phone can't get through." Nighthawk's whole body was refreshed, and he stared at the skinny young man carefully as he pulled out a three-dimensional image of the Spy's whole body taken by a video camera.

"The guy your uncle took away, isn't he?" Nighthawk pointed at the spy in the photo, and his tone was indisputably majestic.

The young man trembled, he didn't know who he was up against. But he was sure that if he wasn't honest, he might end up in a cell.

"No, not this person. It was a relative from our hometown, and I hadn't met that person, but my uncle knew him. It's only been a day since he came, but he looks like him. The young man carefully distinguished it for a long time before he said.

"Good!" Nighthawk happily put away the photo: "Take him back and ask carefully." ”

The young man was inexplicably taken away, and he cried with a sad face that he had been wronged, but then a piece of black did not cover his head.

Nighthawk shouted at the army: "Give me the information about the missing boss immediately, even if it is a qiē for his midwife, it must be detailed." ”

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