Ling Feng cautiously touched the sixth floor. At the top of the staircase were two gunmen, still killed by one shot. The door to the stairwell opened with a thin slit outward, and I thought that the wind had already entered inside.

Standing against the wall for about two minutes, Ling Feng didn't hear any movement, so he gently pushed open the door and walked in.

The sixth floor is very spacious and pitch black.

Ling Feng had just turned into a corridor when a hand suddenly reached out around the corner to cover his mouth.

Li Qufeng made a silent movement, stopped Ling Feng's resistance, pointed to the door on the right, and said softly, "Inside." ”

The sound of opera coming from inside the door could be faintly heard outside the door, and it seemed that the people inside were listening to the play.

Ling Feng looked around.

Inside the door is a spacious lobby with a stage in front of it, and several people in costumes are singing Peking Opera on stage. There was a circle of people sitting with their backs to the door, about a dozen people, men and women, and three or four children.

Li Qufeng observed for a while, pondered for a moment, put the gun into his coat, and then pushed the door and walked in quietly.

Ling Feng followed the door and looked around a little nervously.

Li Qufeng walked straight behind a man sitting in the middle, pointed a gun at the man's back through his clothes, lowered his head and whispered, "Don't move, don't make any expressions or movements that make me misunderstood." ”

The man's figure froze, but then he relaxed, and looked back slightly calmly.

Several men and women who were watching the play glanced at the two people standing behind Ouyang Chi suspiciously, but when they saw that Ouyang Chi did not have any abnormality, they thought that their subordinates had something to report. I didn't care about it and continued to watch the play.

&Recently, some Xinjiang people have infiltrated Beijing, what news have you received? Li Qufeng asked directly.

Ouyang Chi hesitated for a moment and didn't make a sound.

& Only one address is required. Li Qufeng continued to ask.

Ouyang Chi still didn't answer.

Ling Feng lowered his head and whispered, "Think about your child. ”

Ouyang Chi turned his head and glanced at his daughter sitting on his wife's lap beside him. The daughter seemed to feel her father's gaze and smiled innocently.

Li Qufeng's pistol in his coat stretched forward and pressed against Ouyang Chi's back.

Ling Feng tore off a note and handed it to Ouyang Chi.

Ouyang Chi snorted coldly and wrote a line of words on the sticky notes.

Li Qufeng took the note and looked at it, then turned and stepped back, and Ling Feng followed and retreated into the darkness.

As soon as the two men walked out of the door, a group of gunmen pushed open the door on the other side and rushed in.

& What do they eat? People don't even know when they touch here, a bunch of rice buckets! Ouyang Chi stood up and scolded loudly, pointing to the door behind him. Chase! ”

A group of gunmen hurried through the lobby and chased them out in a mess. Li Qufeng and Ling Feng had already walked downstairs quickly, roaring away in the car.

& Drop" The communicator on Li Qufeng's wrist suddenly rang, and he put on a headset to connect the phone.

& Long. According to the intelligence of the Ministry of Public Security. Terrorists will carry out a bomb attack on Peking University tomorrow. Xu Ming's voice came from the phone.

Xu Ming, an in-house agent of G9, is a doctor of electronic communication and electronic decoding.

Needless to say, Peking University's status in China is a little angry when he heard that the East Turkestan Islamic Movement actually targeted Peking University for terrorist attacks, and if the terrorists succeeded, the influence would definitely be no less than that of > that year

Li Qufeng pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked. "What's going on at Peking University tomorrow?"

>> Professor Tuofeng gave a lecture on "Spring and Autumn" in the auditorium. Xu Ming did a quick search on the computer and quickly replied. It is said that many experts and scholars at home and abroad who like Chinese studies will go to observe. ”

Li Qufeng glanced at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng naturally understood what Li Qu Feng meant.

To be honest, when he first heard the news, Ling Feng also had the urge to attend the lecture, not to mention those experts and scholars at home and abroad who had admired Xie Tuofeng for a long time. Master Xie is a national treasure-level master of Chinese culture, and in recent years he has rarely given public lectures, but this time he held the Pan-Pacific International Economic and Trade Talks in Beijing, and only at the request of a certain principal leader of the country did he agree to give public lectures and promote Chinese culture.

Hung up the phone, Li Qufeng frowned slightly, obviously there were some questions unresolved.

> Do you know how to drive? Li Qufeng asked suddenly.

Ling Feng's old face turned red and said, "I don't have a driver's license yet." ”

……

The night wind was bleak, and Ling Feng sat alone on a park bench looking up at the night sky.

Could the terrorists be targeting the leaders of the countries who come to the Pan-Pacific International Economic and Trade Talks? If so, the impact is huge.

However, Ling Feng faintly felt that it would not seem to be so simple.

Li Qufeng walked over with two paper bags containing food.

& Bunker?" Ling Feng was a little puzzled.

&, don't like to eat? Li Qufeng smiled and said, "Boss, if you don't like to eat, I'll eat it all." ”

Ling Feng snatched a paper bag and said, "How is it possible? I eat everything. Just ......"

&What is it? Li Qufeng picked up a burger and took a big bite, and said vaguely, "Doesn't Starling look like a burger eater?" Haha, then you're wrong, starlings love this, but they've been eating less lately. ”

Two people sit on a bench and munch on a hamburger in their hands, like two greedy children.

Ling Feng let out a long hiccup and said with satisfaction, "It's so refreshing to eat!" ”

Li Qufeng smiled slightly and said, "I really miss the old days." ”

When he was young, he was on missions all over the world, and he often ate hamburgers.

>&nb, what is the purpose of this terrorist attack on ETIM? Li Qufeng suddenly asked.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment, "I don't think the goal of the East Turkestan Islamic Movement should be the Pan-Pacific International Economic and Trade Talks." ”

Li Qufeng asked with interest, "Why do you say that?" ”

If it attacks the Pan-Pacific international economic and trade talks, it will definitely offend some developed countries in Europe and the United States, and some of the gains outweigh the losses. ”

"Go on." ”

> I think that the terrorists should use the attack on the Pan-Pacific international economic and trade talks to attract attention, but in fact, it is likely that there is another purpose. Ling Feng said softly, "This may just be a sound blow." ”

>> If you don't strengthen the security of your talks, you won't feel so reassuring. Li Qufeng sighed.

>> I think that the ETIM was able to carry out so many bombings throughout Beijing in one day, which is probably beyond the capacity of the ETIM, and I think it is likely that there are other forces involved or facilitating the ETIM. ”

The Lingfeng analysis makes sense.

But is that really the case?

Li Qufeng fell into deep thought. (To be continued......)