"Returning home? Back to the Netherlands? Zhuang Yan does not give up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Back to the Netherlands? Zhuang Yan: Are you applying for denationalization? Xing Yan asked with a cigarette and squinted his eyes.

Zhuang Yan quickly diverted the topic: "Why did you catch up so quickly?" ”

"I can't tell you now. After you left the Qifeng base, I received an order from the director to put down other work and carry out 24-hour round-the-clock control for you, the first is to protect your life and safety, and the second is to prevent you from leaking confidential information. Xing Yan shook off the cigarette ash and proudly sought truth from facts: "This job can't be done by ordinary police forces, so it can only be done by the National Security Bureau." So when you were gathering intelligence and planning kidnappings, I was watching you. But yesterday morning, I cracked new information and captured a group of bounty killers in advance, and the intelligence showed that you have become a hot assassination target on the bounty list, and as of today, the number of assassins who have been arrested has reached 4. ”

Xing Yan looked at Zhuang Yan categorically and said, "When you go abroad, the professionalism and equipment accuracy of the bounty killer will rise to a notch. Israel is not safe, you must come home with me. ”

"Who's going to kill me?" Zhuang Yan's words changed.

"Rothschild Bank never divulges private customer information." Xing Yan shrugged, "We can't find the person behind the scenes, only one thing is certain, the other party is also a master who is not bad for money, otherwise he would not be able to spend thousands of dollars to buy your head." ”

Zhuang Yan sat on the hard trunk, lowered his head and thought for a while: First, although he had not heard of Xing Yan's name, the Ninth Special Service Department was known as the National Security Bureau, and even Zhuang Yan had heard of this establishment for the first time, and the level of secrecy was obviously relatively high. Xing Yan arrested him Zhuang Yan and returned to China, presumably it would not be so polite as "control", and it would definitely become "control". Now Zhuang Yan is worried about the safety of a large number of people in the base, and let him sit down and drink idle tea, which is more uncomfortable than killing him. Second, if you don't return to China, how can you escape? Even if he escapes Xing Yan's control, how can he deal with the bounty killer's open guns and hidden arrows? Although he is easy at bullying good people, in the face of the bounty killer who kills people for profit, Zhuang Yan asked himself that it was difficult to win.

Xing Yan is extraordinary, confident that Zhuang Yan can't win himself whether he runs 100 meters, marathon, standing long jump, or hurdles cycling, so he smoked calmly, squinted and asked Zhuang Yan: "Have you thought clearly?" Honestly follow me back to China, I won't make you suffer. ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly raised his head and shouted, "I remembered!" You're the unreasonable little flathead in the café! Right? ”

Xing Yan said angrily: "Who is unreasonable? Someone dripped ****** in that cup of coffee, and you can't even get out of the café after one sip. I'm saving you! ”

Zhuang Yan sneered and pouted: "That's right, the National Security Bureau, killing people is justified, what is it to grab coffee." ”

Xing Yan valued his reputation the most, glared at Zhuang Yan, and kept pointing his fingers: "Pay attention to what you say, be careful that I beat you." ”

Zhuang Yan sat at the bus stop, raised his head and continued to speak: "What are you majestic, this is Israel, you have no law enforcement power, you can't be powerful, the personal freedom of a democratic country is above all else, I will say that you are domineering, I want to scold you and bite me?" If you have the ability, do you dare to tie me up? ”

Xing Yan stared at the round eyes, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and muttered: "Damn, if I don't teach you a lesson, you will still be capable!" He rolled up his sleeves and pounced on the handcuffs Zhuang Yan.

The two men scuffled again, and the passengers waiting for the bus at the station covered their mouths and screamed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhuang Yan caught a glimpse of two Israeli patrolmen who had already crossed their waists and were squinting at this side, taking the opportunity to shout and shout, and at the same time desperately resisting.

The Israeli patrol officer stared at Zhuang Yan for a long time, and when he saw the two scuffling, he immediately rushed over like a fighting out of the cage, blowing a whistle and calling for support.

Hearing the whistle, Xing Yan was a little dumbfounded, and his hands kept moving, trying to twist Zhuang Yan's arms and cuff them. At the same time, I looked around and found that there were patrols running in all directions, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Xing was only in charge of domestic affairs, and often had extraordinary means of dealing with cases under the national system, but he rarely went abroad for duty—he could not even speak a few words of fluent English. So as soon as he saw the patrol officers rushing over, Xing Yan first began to have a headache.

In terms of kung fu, Xing Yan can beat up this piece of patrol police to cry his father and mother, but that is attacking the police, even if this kind of crime is added to Xing Yan, it will make him unbearable, and his opponent still has a cunning Zhuang Yan, attacking the police will make Xing Yan's position even more unfavorable. So when the patrol police rushed over, Xing Yan, as the attacker, rationally let go of Zhuang Yan, raised his hand and surrendered under the patrol policeman's pistol, shaking his head in defense: "Peer, peer, I am also a policeman, I am here to arrest the fugitive." ”

The Israeli patrol officer could not understand Chinese, so he always raised his pistol and aimed at the two of them, looking left and right vigilantly, his eyes scanning back and forth over Zhuang Yan and Xing Yan, and shouting Arabic.

If the patrol can speak a few words of English, Xing Yan can still try to communicate, but the natives of Israel only speak Hebrew and Arabic, and these two languages are exactly the same as the bubbling sound of eight-treasure porridge in Xing Yan's ears.

"Secret Service Tiger" Xing Yan was stunned in place.

Then, as if he had seen a relative, Zhuang Yan greeted him in Hebrew, speaking more fluent than the interpreter, and took out his passport and documents, crying about the horror and anger of the sudden attack. The patrol first saw that it was Zhuang Yan who was beaten, and secondly, when he heard the familiar official language, he immediately communicated with Zhuang Yan fluently, carefully checking the fake Dutch passport, and at the same time looking at the suspicious Xing Yan with a scrutinizing eye.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan had already started language diplomacy first, Xing Yan was not to be left behind, and hurriedly reached out to touch his documents in his arms - this action frightened the Israeli police officer suddenly changed from standing upright to a horse step, splitting his legs, raising his gun to aim at Xing Yan and shouting: "Freeze! stop！ (Don't move!) ）”

Xing Yan wanted to cry without tears, and repeatedly affirmed with the only remaining English knowledge: "I, am, policeman! Please，check，my…… (I'm a cop!) Please check my ......! ）”

The Israeli patrol continued to shout hoarsely: "Freeze! stop！ ”

Xing Yan painfully found that the Israeli Association spoke less English than himself, and he couldn't help but be indignant when he turned over these two words, and swore that after the misunderstanding was resolved, he would definitely complain about these bastards who ate and waited for death, damn, patrolling near the international airport every day, eating big belly poop, and not learning English well, which made a mess for Lao Tzu.

Xing Yan succumbed, he raised his hands, and let the patrol police come up and search his pockets, while glaring at Zhuang Yan angrily, and kept repeating: "I am a policeman, I belong to the Ninth Special Service Department of the National Security Bureau of the Republic of China......" The English translation of his name was very slippery, and the problem was that the patrol police couldn't understand it at all.

Xing Yan didn't know that his own English pronunciation had a dialect flavor. This dialect flavor suddenly changed his English pronunciation from Mandarin to Hokkien. The Israeli patrol officers had a hard time listening to the BBC's standard accent, and they couldn't understand Xing's self-report.

Zhuang Yan understood, and he began to take the opportunity to remedy it, speaking Hebrew as if he were his mother tongue: "He claims to be a policeman, but he recognizes the wrong person!" I'm not the guy he's going to catch, he's going to catch a Chinese, but I'm Dutch, my name is Van der Waals Zhao, I'm an innocent flight attendant - I'm scared, please keep me safe! ”

Xing Yan saw that Zhuang Yan was desperately trying to win the trust of the Israeli patrol police, and he was so angry that he froze Zhuang Yan's heart alive. At the same time, I regret it, and I hate that I was in a hurry and didn't have time to contact my teammates; I hate myself even more for not working hard, and I didn't pass level 6 in English, until I used it. (To be continued.) )