Mercedes-Benz SUVs sound their sirens and quickly pull out a gale through the street under the escort of motorcycles. The dust was flying, and pedestrians retreated to both sides as soon as they saw the convoy coming.

A convoy that dares to pull the wind like this on the streets of the capital must have something urgent. Even the leaders don't dare to be so arrogant, since they dare to be so arrogant, something must have happened.

The shrill sirens almost resounded in the sky, and the quiet side streets were full of police, whose only task was to guard order, and the inner floor, surrounded by the police, was full of mysterious people wearing long black trench coats and the same as the black super special police.

A large number of onlookers craned their heads to see what was going on in the besieged area, but they were firmly guarded by the police outside the cordon.

In fact, the police are also very depressed, especially those criminal policemen, who should have been their part in the murder case, but now they have been taken over by a large number of people in black, and the other party still has the privilege of being issued by the highest level, and you deserve to be angry.

The Mercedes-Benz convoy suddenly turned around from the corner of the street and rushed towards the scene of the incident like a whirlwind. Seemingly completely oblivious to the crowd in front of them, their speed is to crush the crowd.

But before the convoy arrived, a large number of black-clothed people rushed out of the cordon, and under the stunned eyes of the police, they separated the crowd of onlookers as quickly as possible, making way for a road large enough for the convoy to pass through Guò, and the convoy drove towards the place of the incident without any slowing down of the security cordon of the Guò border.

The crowd of onlookers who were blown by the stirred wind retreated again and again, and many people scolded these people for their arrogance, but then they saw the eyes of those people in black, and they honestly shut up!

The convoy came to a halt in front of the small hotel, as if it had been rehearsed tens of thousands of times, as if one person was pressing the brakes at the same time. The sound of screeching brakes and the grinding of tires echoed through the streets all day, but the people in black standing next to the car were not half shocked.

The door of the car in the middle was opened very neatly by the black-clad agent, and Nighthawk, who was also wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses, stepped out of the car.

It's been almost three months since Nighthawk returned to China from Fuso, but he's only just returned from abroad.

With so many comrades-in-arms dying in Fuso, Nighthawk's mood was very sad. He personally gave the monkey's relics to the monkey's father, and the man who had started selling breakfast had started a two-story breakfast shop.

He hugged his son's uniform tightly and wept silently, tears wet the uniform, but there was a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

The only thing this stern father wants to ask Nighthawk is whether his son was brave when he died.

Nighthawk can't tell him that the monkey died in the line of duty, only that he died in special training.

He can't say anything high-sounding to a father who has lost his son, the only thing he can say is that your son is the bravest warrior I've ever met!

Nighthawk left the monkey's house and went to Fang Hui's house soon after, and the same parting of life and death made him very uncomfortable. He took a two-month leave to accompany Zhou Zhou and his son to Yangzhou, and he felt much better in that quiet city.

But he didn't have to rest for long, and the sudden appearance of the NSA agents and special planes took him away from his warm home. He and Zhou Zhou said goodbye to their parents and children, and embarked on a new journey with the agents who came to pick them up.

Nighthawk's eyes looked at the other row of cars parked in front of them, which did not have any license plates, but the national flag was hanging on the front of the car.

"Has Director Niu arrived?" Nighthawk asked the agent beside him.

"Yes, Deputy Director, the Director arrived an hour ago!" The agent replied quickly.

After returning from Fuso, Nighthawk and the main team members were not awarded first-class merits, and his position was promoted to deputy director of the National Security Bureau, where he was in charge of execution and operations.

As for the stabs and mines, the ranks of these people have also been promoted, and Yaksha has been rated as a major general one step ahead, becoming the fastest among the veterans after Nighthawk.

Nighthawk nodded at the agent and headed for the inn.

He came back in a hurry, and came here immediately after separating from Zhou Zhou at the airport, and he didn't even have time to contact his teammates.

The innkeeper was surrounded by three agents, sitting behind his cash register and looking around in horror, while the agents repeated questions that they had asked dozens of times to determine whether what the boss was saying was true.

The small hotel is probably newly renovated and has a bit of a chain hotel flavor. There was a strong smell of paint all around, and I don't know how the people who lived here could stand the smell.

The third floor was almost full of people, and when he saw the Nighthawk coming, he quickly made way for him, and Director Niu, who was standing at the end of the corridor, nodded at him with a heavy face, and waited for him quietly.

Director Niu's signature smile is gone, which is very unusual, and Nighthawk knows that no matter how tired and hard he is, Director Niu's smile is always around.

If he doesn't even bother to hang out a smile, it means that he has really encountered a big event!

"What happened?" Nighthawk walked up to Director Niu and looked at the open door in front of him, where a corpse had been covered with a white cloth. Staff in white hazmat suits are carefully searching the room for clues.

The NSA's secrecy work can be said to be extreme, and no one has revealed the slightest information to Nighthawk along the way. He was dragged away at will, and even though he was already the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, his subordinates had no intention of telling him secretly.

"A researcher, someone killed here. The neck bone shattered, killing him with a single blow. Very clean and professional. Director Niu said in a calm voice.

"It's not that simple, even your dignified director has condescended to be noble, then something big must have happened!" Nighthawk looked at Director Niu with burning eyes, although he was smiling, but his eyes were full of sternness.

"Yes, something big has happened!" Director Niu's face looked ugly, as if talking about that would make him feel evil.

He pulled Nighthawk aside, it was just the two of them, and no one else would hear them talking. There were a large number of people in front of them, and of course none of them would come and eavesdrop on them.

"The name of the deceased is Li Ping, the last reviewer of important projects. Someone killed here yesterday, we found this morning! ”

Director Niu said with a gloomy face: "But this guy died at noon yesterday, but in the afternoon, a Li Ping entered our most heavily protected core area, passed all the inspections, and finally stole our most critical research and development results." And he also released a virus in our computer before he left, burning all the numbers! ”

He sighed: "But it's okay, we already have a backup, otherwise it would have been really too much loss!"

Nighthawk was also surprised, as the deputy director, he had only heard of the underground research room, but he had never been there.

The reason Nighthawk knows there is a perverted equipment department that conducts research on the second basement floor, and always researches something perverted but powerful.

The flamethrower that can burn half a mountain was designed by the Equipment Department, including the Sky Eye system, which was made by those perverts.

But what is being studied in the third layer, Nighthawk doesn't know. It's probably a more mysterious place there, specializing in machine qì people and the like, Nighthawk is cranky!

"It's aviation technology!" Director Niu seemed to see Nighthawk's doubts, and said slowly: "It's not that I won't tell you, it's just that some things are top secrets, and only a few people, including the supreme leader and me, know this, you have to understand this!"

Nighthawk smiled: "Don't be nervous, I know what the secret is, it's completely superfluous to explain it to me!"

Nighthawk certainly knows, and some secrets are never known. Even if you are in a position of power and know secrets that you shouldn't know, you will bring a terrible threat to yourself!

Director Niu nodded and continued: "The person who disguised himself as Li Ping is very professional, he can be described as the world's top makeup master, and he is also a spy with a very strong psychological element!"

"He disguised himself as someone else with a mask made of nanomaterials that had just been invented, and if he wasn't very close, he wouldn't have noticed any flaws at all. He even copied Li Ping's eye mask and pasted it in his eyes, deceiving the inspection equipment along the way, but we don't know how he copied the number of walks in the end. The examination did not find that he was carrying any electronic devices, and even the bones were scanned, which is really unbelievable! ”

Although Director Niu was very unwilling, he also had to admire the spy's superb skills. His infiltration is an art entirely, a great art in the history of espionage.

Nighthawk smiled with interest: "It's really interesting to hear you say that, such a strong spy must not only have superb means, but also have a strong psychological element." Breaking into our National Security Bureau alone like this, and stealing the most important things right under your nose, this psychological element is already dozens of times more than ordinary people! ”

Director Niu said with an embarrassed face: "That's why I'm looking for you!"

Nighthawk knew what he was going to do after listening to Director Niu's initial words, and only when something big happened would he use himself as the deputy director!

"The other party is a powerful agent, and the fact that he can successfully infiltrate the NSA shows that there must be a particularly strong team behind him to help him. This task can only be carried out by you, and you can call on all the forces of the National Security Bureau, and if necessary, any military and political forces in the country can be mobilized by you. There is only one request, to get back what was lost, and all those who know the secret must disappear from this world. Even if the other side is the president of a country. ”

Director Niu spoke very gloomy, and for a while he changed from an office clerk to a conspiracy maker.

Director Niu did not explain what exactly was to be recovered, but only vaguely said that it was aviation equipment. Nighthawk had a faint feeling that what was being implicated this time might be more dangerous than anything he had ever encountered before.

"You must be guaranteed to complete this task!" Director Niu didn't give Nighthawk a chance to think, and gave a decisive order.

"Of course, that's the value of my zài!" Nighthawk didn't hesitate either, he heartily agreed!

Nighthawk's eyes stared at the human skin mask that had been casually thrown on the ground in the room, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth!

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