Portland street.

The second floor of an old house.

Two bartenders, dressed in suits and bow ties, stand behind a wooden bar.

They were white-skinned, blonde-haired, rocking Boston flasks and mixing refreshing cocktails.

In the bar, there is a melodious jazz music.

It's a standard British cocktail, and the owner, waiter, and bartender are all white-skinned ghosts.

The guests are also mainly ghosts.

Different from most of the noisy dance halls, KTVs, and bars on Portland Street, the style, mood, and atmosphere are very good.

James. Bond, who was wearing a black leather jacket, walked to the bar and sat down, confidently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers: "Hey man, whiskey!" Shake well, don't stir! ”

"Hey! Mr! As you wish! A bartender smiled and greeted him gentlemanly.

……

The bartender begins to bart.

A ghost lady with curly hair and a white suit, a little older, moved with a glass of cranberry wine and quietly sat next to James: "Bond, long time no see." ”

The bartender delivers a glass of whiskey sour.

James. Bond sipped his wine and smiled, "Mrs. M, you are still as beautiful as your wine." ”

The bartender stood in front, raised his eyes, and looked at the ceiling.

He believed that if it weren't for the pressure of life, the handsome guy in front of him, who looked handsome, would not have opened his eyes and said nonsense.

And if the other person has already started to tell nonsense? Oh! God! That must be a rich woman!

"Hopefully I'll see you again next time, and see every employee one by one." At this point, Mrs. M leaned her head close to Bond's ear, her red lips moved lightly, and whispered, "Every good CIA agent of mine." ”

"They shouldn't have died on Hong Kong Island."

The bartender turns his back to bartangle the other guests.

He really didn't want to witness the flirting scene between a handsome young guy and an old woman.

It would make him feel like a pervert.

Bond leaned into Mrs. M's ear and said, "As you know, I also sense that the Hong Kong Island police are investigating our valuable agents, but we are ready not to send any more agents in the next operation." Now, even if they check, they won't be able to find a few of our elites, and at most they will find a few peripheral personnel. ”

"I almost forgot, I did it once."

"They may find me, but I'm not afraid, just as you are." James. Bond preached.

Mrs. M picked up the delicate wine glass in front of her and took a shallow sip of wine: "But the operation to eliminate the apostasy continues!" ”

"I've made a plan, and I'm going to contact the people of Unit 701 to do it." James. Bond mentioned another terrible name, so terrible that Mrs. M was a little surprised: "You mean those transhuman troops secretly supported by the military?" ”

"Cut! What a transformation man! James Bond was a little disdainful: "It's just some inferior experiments that use drugs to cut off pain nerves, which have been studied in various countries, but they are always inferior and only worthy of solving some dirty work." ”

"Mr. Hong Kong has some connections with the military, and he can also mobilize people from Unit 701." James. Bond raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey, sighed in amazement, and said with a comfortable face: "After carrying out this operation, the military will clear Unit 701!" Civilized society doesn't need them! ”

Mrs. M's face showed a little sympathy, but as an intelligence officer, even if it was a female intelligence officer.

She also understands reality.

The sympathy on the face quickly faded.

Unit 701 is still under the jurisdiction of the military, and there is no plan to eliminate it, and there has been no large-scale defection.

However, it is said that there has already been a defection.

Of course, Unit 701 still has merit, and even the training it received is more brutal and more powerful.

It's just that the side effects of drug modification make them easy to lose their minds, causing them to be unable to perform high-level tasks, and eventually abandoned by the military.

James. Bond looked down on them, but did not deny their strength, so they would carry out the plan in place of MIA to eliminate the renegades. And he took the agents of the Military Intelligence Service to quietly hide behind the scenes, plan the operation, and continue to work for the Hong Kong Island Government.

Be a man... Regardless of the country, the brain is the key.

"James! I look forward to seeing you back! Mrs. M raised her glass, and James smiled gentlemanly, "Bond, please call me Bond." ”

"Ding!" The two touched each other's glasses, James drank all the drinks in one gulp, and happily took a picture of Zhang Pound: "Qsir is waiting for me at home." ”

"You don't just play with the old rich woman, you also play with the man?" The bartender turned his head and watched James leave, with some surprise in his eyes, and then deep regret: "I knew that I should have asked this gentleman for a contact information..."

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Next.

Evening.

Central, in front of a Western restaurant.

Mr. Chan Ying-kit, the head of a department of the Education Bureau, brought his family to the dining room.

After the family of five finished eating, they walked out of the door of the restaurant holding hands and smiling with a smile on their faces.

A six-member joint protection team, dressed in suits and carrying weapons, gathered around the family.

A group of people have the feeling of a big boss dining, hugging each other in front and back, and the bodyguards in suits are mighty, with one thing to say, and the pomp is very sufficient.

But "Chen Yingjie" is not a big boss, and the joint protection group is not used to put on a show. They show up because they're in danger!

At this time, several gunshots rang out in a row, and at the flower garden at the entrance of the restaurant, a few flowers flew petals. Sensing the danger, the elite of the protection team reacted quickly, and two of them killed three bullets for the VIP, and then a gunshot rang out at the door of the restaurant, and the whole restaurant screamed and panicked.

……

At night.

Seven.

In a high-end apartment in Kowloon, a section chief of the Education Bureau sat in his study, holding a fountain pen and thinking about a document.

Starting today, the Chinese in the Education Bureau who plan to stand on Zhuang Shikai's side have all stood up with a clear banner and started to intervene in the reform action from the administration.

To tell the truth, the Governor of Hong Kong is so determined to carry out education reform that there is no need to vote or vote at all. Because the top management of the Education Bureau is all ghosts, it is completely in the hands of the Hong Kong Governor, and even if you vote, you can't stop it.

Therefore, if the Chinese want to stop the education reform action, they can only adopt the "three nos" principle: "refuse to cooperate, refuse to obey, and refuse to implement". The ghost senior management can't approve every document by himself, and write every copywriter by himself, right?

And under the influence of Zhuang Shikai, now the ghost can't even find a printing factory! No Chinese printers on Hong Kong Island dare to cooperate with the Education Bureau, and the funny thing is that due to the low profits of printing houses, there are no British-funded printing houses on Hong Kong Island at all.

What do foreign adults think of this small business? The Education Bureau wanted to buy the printing house at a high price, but no one sold it, not because Zhuang Sir would offer a higher price, but because Zhuang Sir released his words.

It is said that the Hong Kong Governor's Office is considering plans to purchase printing equipment from abroad and re-establish a printing plant on Hong Kong Island.

Of course, by the time he bought the printing equipment back, the education reform campaign would have been scrapped long ago. No matter how much you buy, it's for nothing.

Now the work of the Education Bureau has come to a standstill, and gradually the rest of the bureaucrats and even grassroots employees have begun to take the initiative to contact the people around Zhuang Ye in an attempt to respond to Zhuang Ye's call.

The snowball began to roll slowly again, the cohesion became stronger and stronger, and the titan level figure had also set off!

Section Chief Zhao finished thinking about it and finally put pen to paper: "Respecting Chinese history is the primary principle of Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong and Hong Kong people loving Hong Kong......

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Outside the apartment, a fierce gunshot rang out, and the police officers of the joint protection group shouted loudly and exchanged fire, while Section Chief Zhao did not move at all, did not panic, and continued to write hard.

Some of the feelings of Hong Kong Island have reappeared.

The next day.

Morning.

Zhuang Shikai finished a high-level meeting of the Operations Department and immediately returned to the office with Zhuo Jingquan.

Zhuo Jingquan just took the initiative to come up, and he looked like he was going to report to him, it seemed that something was wrong.

I saw Zhuang Shikai sit back in the chair thoughtfully, pick up the coffee, take a sip of hot coffee and ask, "Did the military intelligence department do it?" ”

"It's not their people, is it?"

Since the MIA's first assassination of Mrs. Faye could have taken the form of hired killers, it could have also been done in this way for the assassination of most Chinese bureaucrats.

This is also the reason why Zhuang Shikai wants to divide the thorough investigation of intelligence personnel and the protection of political targets into two actions...

If the other party goes directly to the field, it is simple, the two actions are combined into one, and it is good to act directly to kill.

Anyway, the emotions are already in place.

The number of supporters has also increased.

Zhuo Jingquan nodded: "That's right, the person who did it was not an agent of the Military Intelligence Service." ”

"Here are photos from the scene. Judging by their modus operandi, they are more like professional killers. Zhuo Jingquan handed out a stack of photos and put them on the table: "It's still a top international killer!" ”

Zhuang Shikai lowered his head and picked up the photo, and kept thrusting his hands, alternating, and browsing.

He looked at the blood and the corpses of the guys in the photo.

Shen Sheng asked, "Did the brothers sacrifice a lot?" ”

Zhuo Jingquan took a deep breath: "More than a dozen." ”

"It's still holding on!"

"VIP didn't die?" Zhuang Shikai put down the photo and asked again.

"Not a single one!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "There were six assassinations last night, one escaped through the back door of the restaurant, one protected the target and hid in a safe house, and the remaining four were until the police and stormtroopers arrived in the jurisdiction and successfully repelled the criminals. ”

"Hit the streets!"

"The ghost guy's military intelligence department really doesn't know how many killers there are!" Zhuang Shikai's eyes were stained with murderous intent, and he asked in a rough voice: "Didn't you drag a few killers' corpses back!" ”

"Yes!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "Last night, Senior Inspector Shi Qingyun of the Mong Kok serious case brought people to the scene to support, led people and killers to fight hard, and killed one. ”

"The point is... The point is that the autopsy report is strange. Zhuo Jingquan saw Zhuang Sir's expression... That's the expression of mobilizing soldiers and horses to slaughter the killers.

"What's the strange?" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Jingquan, looked him up and down, and then simply picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Yazi, go to the forensic department to get an autopsy report." ”