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"I have to talk to my cousin next time, obviously I asked someone else for help, but I hung up the phone before me." Chang Jie put down the phone and chatted privately on the chat software about Hua Feiwu, who was worried about the studio.

"What's the matter with me, Xiaojie."

"Sister Hua, I want to ask you to check something for me, it takes superb hacking skills to do it."

Hua Feiwu's speed of speech paused obviously, and then asked, "Can you tell me what to investigate, you still need hacker skills." ”

"Verify military status." Chang Jie continued: "I don't know the specifics, Sister Hua, you will understand me." ”

"Of course, it's your cousin's instructions." Hua Feiwu sighed and said, "I'll reply to you in the afternoon at the latest, and I can't help you with the rest." ”

"Thank you, Sister Hua."

Putting down the phone, Chang Jie frowned and opened the page of "The Name of the Basin", and said with his palm on his face: "When will this broken game be served, I was still thinking about what to continue to do." ”

On the private betel bed in the Ninth War Zone, Su Xin wrapped himself in a thick blanket and closed his eyes in meditation.

"Stompe." There was a slight sound of field boots on the ground beside the bed, and then footsteps stopped beside the bed.

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for being too smart." After the person finished speaking, the special dagger in his hand was quickly pulled out, and the blade pierced the blanket without any hindrance and pierced into it.

There was no imaginary blood spill and screams, and the man was startled and hurriedly lifted the blanket, but it was wrapped in pillows and folded clothes in different postures.

"Bang." The gunshots outside the window rang out, looking at Zheng Xin, who was lying on the ground struggling and vomiting blood, and Yin Song, who was holding the revolver, looked at him coldly.

"Chief of Staff, you ......"

"I've actually guessed the true identity of 'Xin Yu' a long time ago." Yin Song put away the gun and continued: "And you actually dare to ignore my existence and prepare to get rid of him without authorization." ”

"I ......"

Yin Songyin said with a smile: "Su Xin is already on standby at the staff headquarters at this time, not in the bedroom. ”

"Why?"

"The results of Country M's undercover plan for the Ninth War Zone have almost been eradicated by Su Xin, and the military intelligence bureau of Country M will definitely not let me go as the head of the army, so I am ready to wash my name." Yin Song shot him again in the head and muttered, "You are the last person to know my identity, but only the dead can't speak." ”

The garrisons of the "Stomp ......" Security Department rushed over under the leadership of Su Xin, looking at everyone's dull expressions, Yin Song calmly threw away the white revolver in his hand.

"I fired the gun." Yin Song's answer was very frank, and the cause of Zheng Xin's death was obviously problematic, Su Xin nodded to the people behind him, and then the two military doctors put on cleaning gloves and white coats and walked into the house. Soon, the military doctor's judgment came out: "The cause of death was confirmed to be a revolver bullet piercing the skull, and there were only the fingerprints of the deceased Zheng Xin on the dagger of the murder." ”

Su Xin's frowning brows relaxed, and his special way of folding the futon Zheng Xin, a staff officer who had just come into contact with him, was of course not clear, and the situation at the scene was naturally easy to guess.

"Staff Officer Xin, you have to be careful in the future, if you let that unscrupulous person succeed, it will be a big loss to our ninth war zone."

"Chief of Staff Xie cares." Su Xin waved his hand, and several people hurriedly stepped forward to start dealing with the scene.

A person beside him asked, "Staff Officer Xin, do you want to change the place to settle down, after all, this kind of thing happened." ”

"No, you don't." Su Xin said coldly: "My gun never leaves my body, this time it was the hand of the chief of staff, and I didn't leave a living mouth, if I let me meet next time, I won't let them go so easily." ”

Cold sweat, no matter who hears this, they will break out in a cold sweat.

Before dawn the next day, the Ninth Theater began an internal operation plan called "Black Cloud" approved by Ma Jicheng and Yin Song, in which 73 people from the Security Department, the General Staff Department, the Technology Department, the Communications Department, the Scientific Research Department, and the Headquarters were implicated, and more than half of them were expelled from the military and sent home, while others went directly to the military court and never returned.

Looking at the familiar names of the people on the arrest list, Yin Song smiled secretly: "I didn't expect Su Xin to be so capable, and he actually investigated so many tumors at once based on the confessions of a few low-level undercover agents in the maintenance department." ”

However, Yin Song discovered the existence of "Xin Yu" in the lower right corner of the "repatriated personnel" list, and then sighed and muttered: "It's a pity, officialdom is like a battlefield, it's rare for you to see through it." ”

The white jewel slowly stopped outside the gate of the Tianfu Military Academy, and after the nightingale got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat, Su Xin, who was wearing a straight professional attire, got out of the car.

"Hello Mentor Su Xin." Almost every student who met met was greeting Su Xin, and of course, there was a reason for that. Just two days ago, in the first mock examination for freshmen conducted by the Tianfu Military Academy, 70 percent of the test questions of all the cadets of the tactical department were written by Su Xin, and some of the other six departments also had some test questions marked with the word "Su Xin" appearing for the first time.

In the forum of Tianfu College, the fame of "Su Xin" rose to the peak among the seventy-five freshmen, followed by "Qin Xi", who was second only to Su Xin in talent among the tutors who had just debuted in the military academy. Different from Su Xin's low profile, Qin Xi has always been using various inadvertent ways to increase his popularity among students and veteran mentors, but the current "Su Xin's" punch really makes him unbearable.

And the result of the mock exam was the highest average score in the first class, and Qin Xi's eighth class was one step behind, only 2.3 points behind, so Qin Xi had to complain secretly: "Shit luck is so good!" ”

But Su Xin's mobile phone has already been turned upside down, and a group of students continue to send text messages asking for rewards and celebrations, which makes Su Xin cry and laugh. But the students couldn't help but reply to the text messages, so they had to say something like "okay, okay, next time, next time, next time" and so on.

"Young Master, why did your face suddenly become so bad?"

Su Xin looked at someone who was walking not far away, and said to the nightingale with a complicated expression: "You go and stay aside first, I still have some things to do." ”

"Okay." The nightingale retreated some distance and sat down on a clean and sitting-down step, turning her attention to Su Xin's observations.

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