In the building of the temporary base, the room that was originally the security guard examination room of the National Security Service was temporarily used as an interrogation room. The emaciated young man sat trembling inside, surrounded by five agents and opposite a female agent in charge of questioning.

Three large surveillance screens monitored the young man's every move from different directions, and his tiniest movements were not spared. The black-clad agents sitting next to him were on the same mission, watching the young man's every move carefully, catching any untrue information in his words.

Half an hour later, the interrogation report was delivered to Nighthawk's desk. At this time, Nighthawk's office was filled with people from all walks of life, including experts in psychology, criminal traces, trackers, and agents with a wealth of geographical knowledge.

They all buried their heads in a pile of texts, because Nighthawk asked the agents to search for all the information about the spy boss since he was born, and Nighthawk never thought that the information of a person from childhood to adulthood would pile up as high as a mountain.

He went to school, had a girlfriend, what he liked to eat, and even what he said when he was scolded by the teacher in what year, month, and time were all clearly recorded. With so much material, it takes these experts to go all out to find the flaws in order to find out where the spy went.

"Any results?" Nighthawk rubbed his eyes a little tiredly. This kind of work is no less than surviving in the midst of a hail of bullets, a large number of brain cells are dying, and Nighthawk feels like a rapid march of 200 kilometers.

The agent didn't look at the information in his hand, and said as accurately as if he had endorsed it: "That guy's identity is as white as a piece of paper, and he came here from the countryside to work and took refuge in his uncle." I used to stay in the countryside and work as a farmer, which has been confirmed, and I have not been in contact with any radical organizations, I am just an ordinary person. ”

Nighthawk put down his hand rubbing his eyes, glared and said, "I'm not asking that guy, I'm asking his uncle." A fool can see that guy is nothing, I want to know who his uncle is? ”

The agent was silent, he was in charge of the interrogation. If you want to know who that thin young uncle is, you have to ask the various experts in this room who are still checking the materials, they are the ones who have the first-hand materials.

Nighthawk knew she had lost her temper, waved at him, and continued to wait. As time passed, the east gradually revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly. During this time, the spy may not know where he has gone, but he sits here in a hurry with nothing.

"Captain, it's been found, it's been found!" At this moment, the military stabbing ran in from the outside, and his face was full of excitement.

"What did you find?" Nighthawk sat up sharply, whatever news was touching his nerves. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to do something.

"I found that car, it was the car that the boss named Liu Li ran away with the spy. After a hundred kilometers of the capital, they left their car on the side of the road, replaced it with a car that had been prepared long ago and continued to escape. After another 100 kilometers, they left the car and moved on to another car. ”

The military assassin said excitedly, "But they don't know that their actions have been monitored by us. Now that they had gone to the harbor city, they were expected to escape from there. ”

The news was nothing less than a great excitement, and at least the spy knew the route of escape. Nighthawk walked back and forth, already a little uncontrollable.

"We're fine here!" Suddenly, the haggard psychology expert stood up, shaking the report in his hand and said, "After all of our research, that guy named Liu Li can basically be determined to be a spy. ”

"Isn't this nonsense, would ordinary people run away with a spy all over the world to change cars? Do you think he's watched too many blockbusters in the United States and wants to go out to find some excitement? Let's talk about nutritious topics, or I'll send you all to the northwest to carry stones. Nighthawk roared in frustration, he finally knew why the experts were so hateful.

Nighthawk's fury really scared the experts, and Nighthawk had the right to send them anywhere, even if he wanted to, even with their families. He is the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, and now he has the power of life and death, which is not a joke.

In order not to change from an expert to a worker who moves bricks, the psychology expert quickly flashed his miserable life in the second half of his life and hurriedly changed his words!

"Liu Li's identity is fake, and the real Liu Li died thirty years ago. This Liu Li is a child who passed on to that family. He originally came out of the orphanage and was adopted by the Liu family. But the strange thing is that the Liu family is so poor that even if the child dies, it is impossible to adopt the child, and they already have three boys. "Psychology experts have entered the mode of his lectures again, and they have begun to whet people's appetites.

"To the point, don't waste my time." Nighthawk slammed his palm on the desk, and the hard desk collapsed with his palm.

Such a great force is really scary, and the psychology expert hurriedly said: "It turned out that after Liu Li was adopted from the orphanage, the Liu family was able to receive a sum of money as alimony from time to time. Therefore, Liu Li was able to survive in the Liu family in peace, and he was very successful from going to college and coming to the capital to open a store, and it seemed that there was always someone behind him to help him. ”

Nighthawk was silent, this Liu Li's identity background is really not simple, and it is linked to the spies stealing state secrets this time, like a conspiracy that has been carefully prepared for decades.

"What about the orphanage that sent Liu Li?" Nighthawk asked suddenly.

"It was closed fifteen years ago, and there was a fire, and none of the people inside escaped, all of them burned to death. Now it is in ruins, it was demolished some time ago, and the local government wants to replan it. The psychologist said quickly.

There is no proof of death, and even the source of the orphanage, which is a qiē, has been cut off. Nighthawk had a vague feeling that this was a huge spy force dormant in the country, and they had been lurking for decades, and only today did they suddenly appear.

This is really terrible, since that orphanage can send Liu Li, it may also send children like Liu Li. Nighthawk can't imagine what these children have in their heads, and what they will do when they grow up.

"Captain, captain, are you alright?" The military thorn looked at Nighthawk's face and asked with concern.

"No, it's fine." Nighthawk suddenly felt a chill down his spine, the spy was on his way to escape, and he might soon be able to escape the country.

But he doesn't have time to chase the spy now, if he doesn't sort out the identity of that Liu Li, they are likely to chase after the wind and shadows all the way, and they can't even touch each other's traces. It was now as if they were completely led by the nose by the other and fell into a well-prepared trap.

Nighthawk had realized that he was trying to retreat, but the trap was mad at him.

"Blockade of the port city, no ships are allowed to leave the port for a week. No matter what I try, in the air and in the sea, not a single fly can be released for me. Nighthawk roared.

The Thorn turned to do it, and Nighthawk sat down in his chair with some difficulty. Those experts were looking around left and right at the moment, not knowing what was going on in the head of the deputy director.

Nighthawk's head was like a river, and the water was surging and clashing, but there was no outlet to find it. He was desperately combing through the mess of water, trying to bring it all together and find a little flaw in the other.

But the opponent is too cunning, and Nighthawk feels that the opponent is not unaware that they are being monitored. The reason why they kept changing cars along the way may have been deliberately made for Nighthawk to see. This is another trick that they may have planned to escape in other ways.

Jingle bells, jingle bells! The black sky was filled with a dull thunderclap, and the temperature dropped dramatically. It was at this moment that the phone in Nighthawk's pocket rang.

It's his personal phone, and very few people have the number. Even Zhou Zhou rarely makes this call, and there is this special way of talking between them.

Nighthawk picked up the phone a little strangely, but the other party's number was not displayed on the color screen. It was a stranger calling, and Nighthawk couldn't help but frown. Who will look for him at such a time?

"Hey, who's that?" He picked up the phone and asked in a deep voice.

"An old friend who looks at the sea with you. Farewell to Port X, how are you doing? The voice on the other end of the phone was magnetic, with a faint smile on it.

"Master Wen?" Nighthawk stood up suddenly, his surprised expression made the experts in the room stunned, not knowing what was wrong with the deputy director.

"Haha, you can still remember my voice, it seems that I haven't been too much of a failure." The man on the other end of the phone laughed and looked very hearty.

Nighthawk's mood is extremely complicated, at this time, Wen Ye, who has always been strange, actually called him, what does this mean?

"Got into a problem, right? Want to know exactly what kind of opponent you're up against? Wen Ye's tone suddenly changed, as if he was tempting to throw out these two sentences.

Nighthawk's head was like thunder, he nodded vigorously, but he forgot about the other end of the phone, and Wen Ye couldn't see his movements at all.

Nighthawk knew that Master Wen was not an ordinary person, and the information he had might be inferior to even the head of the National Security Bureau, Director Niu. He was a figure on a par with the general of the National Security Bureau back then, and Nighthawk believed that his words must have carried a heavy weight.

"Then come to me at 5 Pan Am Villa. I don't like to be raw, you know. Give you an hour, at eight o'clock in the morning, I'm leaving. Wen Ye laughed and hung up the phone.

The phone ticked, and Nighthawk's face was full of excitement and apprehension. He didn't know if what he was going to get right away was a turnaround or a bigger challenge, he always felt that what Master Wen said to him might be something more terrifying.

"Yaksha, get ready for the car and go out with me." Nighthawk put on his black trench coat and walked straight out.

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