"Stealth, even the most high-definition cameras can't capture it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info through the wall, even pinholes can be slipped out by him. It comes with simulator-level computing capabilities, and the derived special functions are almost unfathomable. Zhuang Yan looked around and took out a special cigar for the embassy, cut the cigarette butt, and suddenly looked up at Xing Yan: "How much prisoner information do you have?" ”

"Secret Service 9 was almost set up against what you call 'prisoners'. But there was too little information to achieve much success. "What we can do is to infinitely strengthen the personal security of the leaders, and use all the high-tech protection systems and monitoring equipment within our power to create a safe office environment to prevent the leaders from being assassinated by these prisoners for no apparent reason—perhaps against Western leaders, the 'prisoners' need to use methods such as 'public executions' to set an example." But in the face of the united Chinese Republic, assassination is almost the only effective means that the 'prisoners' can take. ”

"So you hurriedly arrested me and returned home." Zhuang Yan said.

"Because only the country is safe. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Ninth Special Service Department did a very awesome thing, that is, it established an inspection force led by Zhan Ji - the 'Fourth Column', which was responsible for tracking down the traces of prisoners in the territory and chasing them until they left the country. Xing Yan leveled the cigar on the table: "If there are prisoners entering the country, the Ninth Special Service Department will be responsible for tracking down to the end." ”

"So there's a prisoner in the Qifeng base - you also know it?" Zhuang Yan asked suddenly.

The cigar in Xing Yan's hand fell to the ground.

"Impossible!" He shouted categorically, "In two years, there has been no record of prisoners entering the country!" ”

"It seems that the four verticals are not as good as you say." Zhuang Yan shook his head, "I can warn you with certainty that there are prisoners mixed in the Qifeng base, which directly threatens the future of the country. That's why I was desperate to find a technique to kill the prisoner - the arrow was on the bow and had to be sent. ”

Xing Yan sat on the sofa. He suddenly thought for a while, and asked Zhuang Yan unwillingly: "Do you have evidence?" From the beginning to the present, you have been talking without providing half a point of evidence. ”

"It is precisely because there is no evidence that the people at the Qifeng base treat me as a madman. But Xing Yan," Zhuang Yan asked him earnestly, "can you afford this risk?" What if I'm not crazy? What if I'm right? ”

Xing Yan's body was cold. He was speechless and bowed his head to admit the facts.

He, Xing Yan, the special service executive officer of the first column, absolutely could not afford this risk. Once Zhuang is right, the prisoners will set off a huge wave of earth-shaking waves, and the republic will be completely defeated, like the Yellow River bursting its banks out of control—and hunting prisoners is the mission of the Ninth Special Service; If the prisoner succeeds in lurking, it will be a dereliction of duty on the part of the first column of the special service, and he will definitely be remembered for 10,000 years.

Xing Yan said: The function of the Ninth Special Service Division is to investigate unclear situations until the situation is clear. As the executive officer of the first column, he supported nearly 2,000 special service personnel under his command and held the power to access the intelligence systems of 23 provinces at any time. If, with such a strong intelligence force, the First Column failed to complete the pursuit mission, missed the whereabouts of the most critical "prisoner", and caused the Republic to lose everything, then it proved that there was no need for the Ninth Special Service Department to exist, and the huge and meticulous intelligence network of the "First Column" was nothing more than a group of burdens that ate the emperor's food.

Therefore, when he heard Zhuang Yan tell the story like a river, he would sweat on his forehead, because he couldn't believe it, he had to believe it, and he didn't dare not believe it. No matter how ridiculous Zhuang Yan is, as long as there are a few words of the plot and Xing Yan's information, Xing Yan must take precautions to investigate it with Zhuang Yan.

Xing Yan can reduce his salary and demerit, and he can condone and cover up. But he didn't dare not work hard, he didn't dare to be careless.

When Zhuang Yan told Xing Yan that his purpose was to kill and injure the "ancient snake", Xing Yan was destined to be a thief ship of Zhuang Yan.

Xing Yan hugged his head in pain for a while, and muttered: "So you beg the squad leader to arrange for you to have access to it." You ran out because there were prisoners in the base. ”

"How do you know the squad leader!" Zhuang Yan shouted, he felt that Xing Yan was simply omniscient, almost to the point of madness. As soon as he asked, greater doubts came up, Zhuang Yan didn't care about the squad leader, shook his head and asked vigorously: "Slow!" How did you know about the prisoner?! ”

"This is mentioned in the encrypted order issued directly by the staff level, and you have no right to know - I can only say that the smooth name 'prisoner' is still you gave them, and in the special forces, we don't call prisoners. We call them 'capitalist poisoners'. Xing Yan hurriedly stood up and began to think about how to arrange police forces to ensure Zhuang Yan's safety at the Rockefeller Museum. After the situation was explained, he was more anxious than Zhuang Yan.

"Capitalist poisoners?" Zhuang Yan exclaimed, "This code name is simply amazing, subtle and hidden, even if the order is deciphered, who would have thought that the 'capitalist poisoners' in your mouth refer to aliens?" ”

"I'm, I'd still be more happy to call a prisoner." Xing Yan paced back and forth, thinking desperately, his head turning like the flywheel of a steam train: "You prepare, I will arrange for you to have an ambassador's bulletproof car, with thirty armed police stationed abroad to protect you to the Rockefeller Museum." I'm with you, and I'm not going to give the bounty killer any more chances. ”

Zhuang Yan's heart was surging, and he couldn't help but hold Xing Yan's hand for the second time, and said with tears in his eyes: "Comrade! ”

Xing Yan untied Zhuang Yan's handcuffs, gritted his teeth and said, "You said that it is in my heart - I can't afford to gamble." Anyway, I can't delay long when I accompany you, so I'm used to you first. When the water comes out, if I find out that you have lied to me, I will have a wrestling with you between men. ”

Zhuang Yan glanced at the undulating muscles under Xing Yan's shirt, and said firmly, "I won't wrestle with you." ”

Suddenly, the door opened, and the sweaty counselor broke in, and when he saw the special police officer and the smuggling fugitive holding each other as if they were a family, the counselor held his face in horror and screamed hysterically: "Oh my God! What are you doing? Xing Yan! In the morning, you swore bitterly and hatefully that you would tie up the smugglers in sacks, pack them in boxes, and send them back to China by express delivery! What's going on? I'll just go out and see the ambassador, and you'll let the enemy rebel? ”

Xing Yan looked at the counselor solemnly: "What are you talking about?" This is the scientific adviser of the embassy abroad, you give me a little decent! ”

Zhuang Yan and Xing Yan were in the same breath, and the fox was fake and mighty: "Who is the rogue criminal?" Who are the enemies? Why didn't I see it? ”

The counselor walked out expressionlessly: "Xing Yan, you turn your face faster than a woman can turn a book." I can't see your world, don't expect me to help you anymore. ”

Xing Yan stretched out his hand and shouted, "Mochen! Where did I turn my face? ”

The counselor turned around and shouted: "I will make it convenient for you, skip the procedure to dispatch troops for you, and arrange extradition for you in advance, the ambassador has agreed to your unreasonable request and is ready to wrap Zhuang Yan into a dumpling and send it back to the motherland!" I've done so much for you, and then you've changed your mind? Your mind is like a starry sky, I can see it but I can't understand it! ”

Xing Yan hurriedly chased after him, took out the phone to dial, grabbed the counselor's arm and apologized: "Blame me, blame me, I'll go and talk to the ambassador." ”

The counselor shook off Xing Yan's hand, dusted off his suit, and said nobly and coldly: "I will never let you squander my youth again, it's a waste of my expression." Don't expect me to be with you anymore! Good bye! He snorted and pushed the door and walked away.

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, he saw Xing Yan standing helplessly in the door, tilting his head and trying to call: "Hey? Ambassadors? The plan has changed, Zhuang Yan has something to do with a top-secret case, and before extraditing him back to China, I will escort him to the Rockefeller Museum to check on one thing. Yes, I can't say. Uh-huh. It won't be long. Yes, I guarantee with the honor of the first column, this is my deliberate choice. Yes, yes – well, thank you Ambassador for your understanding, thank you very much. ”

Then Xing Yan turned around to comfort the stunned Zhuang Yan: "Xiao Mochen is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"Classmates?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Hair small." Xing Yan pretended to be calm and waited with a whistle.

Then the door was pushed open, Mo Chen raised his chin high, leaned against the door with his chest crossed, and said to Xing Yannu: "I didn't say what I said just now - the Rockefeller Museum, right?" I know the curator, come with me, and your communication efficiency will be twice as effective with half the effort. ”

Xing Yan smiled shyly: "You still have a good temper." Let's get in the car. ”

"Huh." The counselor stared at Xing Yan and laughed dryly, then turned his face and left. He muttered indignantly, "If it weren't for the ambassador's threat to withhold my salary, I wouldn't have taken your thief's car, bastard." ”

Zhuang Yan chased after him and stabbed Xing Yan, and asked worriedly: "Are you sure you don't need a written apology?" ”

Xing Yan speculated worriedly: "Don't use it, right? Don't need it, right? It will be fine after a while, although he is noble and cold, but he does not hold grudges, he does not hold grudges. ”

Ten meters away, the counselor's voice floated faintly: "Xing Yan, you girl's heart, hexagram maniac, this is the 374th time you have released my pigeon." ”

Xing Yan covered his eyes helplessly: "He's actually counting." (To be continued.) )