The office of the director of the Linhai HTD Bureau fifteen minutes ago.

The gray-haired director finished his recording, and then began to destroy the data on the computer. The uneasiness of connecting for a few days, after a phone call last night, all became a reality. The Director left his home, which had been closely watched by federal agents, arrived at his office half an hour early, as usual, and began to do what he was doing at the moment.

His expression was calm, and the wrinkles on his face were as meticulous as the striped tie around his neck. Ever since he became a member of the [***] army many years ago, he knew that his life would end in this way. Whether as a professor of psychology at the First Military Academy or later transferred to a federal department, he was mentally prepared for this.

The director didn't know why he was being targeted by the FBI, and the level of secrecy of the actions against him must be very high, because Shi Qinghai was in the fourth department, but he didn't find any abnormalities...... Thinking about it, Shi Qinghai has also entered the monitoring range.

After destroying all the call records in the computer, the director opened the safe, bent down with some difficulty, and took out a stack of papers from the mezzanine, which contained some codes and codes, which were the foundation of the entire network he was responsible for. At the moment when science and technology are extremely developed, anything recorded in intelligent tools can be repaired at least partially after the fact, and the spy network of the [***] army has always been very careful to use this most primitive recording method.

Stuffing the paper into the shredder and filling the waste paper basket with shredded paper, the director walked into the bathroom attached to the office, covered the smoke temperature sensor with a wet towel, lit the lighter, and began to burn the codes and codes that were vital to many people's lives.

Flushing the ashes into the underwater tunnel, the director let out a long breath, secretly glad that the FBI officials probably wanted to get more information, so they left time to deal with the aftermath.

Walking back to the office, the director's thick fingers subconsciously played with the lighter, which was a gift from Shi Qinghai to his fifty-year-old. He took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, confirming that there were still a few minutes before the time he had agreed with Shi Qinghai, and that kid should not have entered the café at this time, so he was relieved.

Clumsy fingers press a button on the phone, and a pre-prepared recording is encrypted and uploaded to a temporary file storage location on the network.

The director turned back, quickly locked the thick door of his office, and then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass, carefully watching the increasingly crowded Shuanghui Avenue and the quiet side alley under the glass window.

Not knowing what he saw, he calmly took a pill, took a pistol from the drawer, and pulled the trigger at the floor-to-ceiling window—there were a few cracks, and a few small round holes appeared in the sturdy, windproof floor-to-ceiling window, but the arrangement was a little inappropriate.

The chief shrugged, thinking to himself that when he was training in the mountains, he always thought that marksmanship was not a very important thing, but now it seems that he was really wrong.

Panting, he picked up the heavy swivel chair and smashed it against the floor-to-ceiling glass, which bounced back into the window with a crack that pleased him.

At this time, there was also a sound of slamming the door outside the door.

The director put the phone back in his hand, looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass full of spider cracks, and hit it headlong!

The door was forced open by the agents, and at the same time, the director's fat body smashed through the glass and began to fall towards the ground very high, far away.

The wind was howling, and the director in the air couldn't help but smile when he saw the subordinates downstairs who were eating breakfast.

And then die.

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There were screams and screams at the interface between Shuanghui Street and the side alleys, and in the early morning, no matter who saw such a tragedy, saw the deformed corpse, and the blood and water slurry sprayed, they would be speechless with disgust and fear.

Shi Qinghai held the sandwich bread tightly in his hand, and walked into the crowd without attracting attention, he stared at the gray hair of the director of the automobile bureau, and his face quickly turned a little pale, which was not much different from the faces of the people around him.

Not far from the car, on the ground covered with snow, was a mobile phone that had been smashed to pieces and was difficult to put together in a short period of time.

Snow white, blood red, Shi Qinghai's round eyes, as if he couldn't stand the stimulation of this contrasting bright color, blinked.

Today, the wind and snow in Linhai Prefecture have stopped, but people are still used to wearing windbreakers with snow hats, and he is no exception, he is like a pedestrian occupied by panic and disgust, lifting the snow hat to cover his face, walking slightly but not too fast through the main entrance of the HTD Bureau building, towards the distance.

Shortly after he left, seven or eight FBI agents from the capital burst out of the building, rushed to the car, and began nervously calling something over the intercom.

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"It's a pre-recorded recording. ”

"If you can hear this recording, it shows that you haven't been exposed, or that you haven't been caught by a political axe. All my contacts have been monitored, and I can only use this last method to talk to you. ”

"I had been in contact with Vice Minister of National Defense Yang Jinsong, and I wanted to use my friendship to try to get some information from him. But not so long ago, he died, and I seemed exposed. ”

"I asked myself that the contact with Vice Minister Yang had always been within the scope of the contact between the dean of the First Academy and a professor at that time, and he was a top anti-Qinglongshan soldier. So I don't understand why his death would expose me. ”

"Yang Jinsong's death should be related to the Linhai Stadium incident, if someone wants to relate that incident to the organization, then the connection between me and Yang Jinsong is the best way. ”

"You're the person I'm most close to, and you know Xu Le, so you should be part of this plan. ”

"I confirm that there is a traitor at the top of the organization, and from now on, you can trust no one but him. If exposed, you can try to find someone in the port city, and that person's address is in ......"

On a quiet street near the sea, under hardy birch trees, there is a small telephone booth covered in light snow. In the phone booth, Shi Qinghai carefully listened to the last words left by the director and teacher, fell into silence, and his eyes became moist.

Walking out of the phone booth, he raised the already cold sandwich bread in his hand and took a bite, the sweet and sour ketchup making his stomach twitch and almost throw up. Throwing the bread in the trash, he waved a taxi.

Dozens of minutes later, the taxi passed by the Linhai Office Building, Shi Qinghai looked through the glass, looking at the strange silence of the floor where the four departments were located, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes gradually narrowed.

He smiled at the driver in the lower driver's seat and said, "Big brother, how much will it cost if I charter your car to go to Ueno?"

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The convoy stopped on the tarmac of Linhai State Airport. Tai Zhiyuan, who was wearing a brown trench coat, stepped out of a brand-new black car with no logo, his face was as pale as usual, staring at the document in his hand, and a few angry flushes gradually appeared in the paleness.

He hastily read the document in the car, only to succeed in destroying his composure. Tai Zhiyuan threw the document into the snow in annoyance, and said to Steward Jin beside him: "What bullshit! Yang Jinsong, the director of an HTD Bureau, and then Shi Qinghai...... What do those rubbish in the political axe want to do? Do you want to tell me that those soldiers who carried out the assassination were obtained from Shi Qinghai's information?"

Steward Jin followed his footsteps and walked quickly, and whispered beside him: "The evidence is conclusive, the FBI has found the record of the overly frequent phone calls between Vice Minister Yang and the HTD director, although there is no part related to the stadium incident, but who knows if there is any other way to contact them?"

Tai Zhiyuan stopped suddenly, looked at Steward Jin and said, "Do you believe this so-called evidence?"

Steward Jin was silent for a moment and then shook his head: "Vice Minister Yang, Director, Shi Qinghai, Xu Le...... It is true that it is possible to point to some kind of possible surname, but the problem is that this chain of evidence is too weak. ”

"Not only is it not solid, there is no evidence at all, where did the chain come from?" Tai Zhiyuan's lips flashed with a rare sneer, "Some people are doing everything possible to get this matter related to the [***] army." ”

"Now there is at least evidence to prove that the director of HTD, who used to be a professor in the first college, was Shi Qinghai's teacher when he was in the first college, and both of these people are ...... [***] army spy. ”

"We knew a long time ago that Shi Qinghai was a member of the [***] army. Tai Zhiyuan looked at Steward Jin calmly, "And the political axe doesn't know, since this is the case, the problem must be with the HTD director, some people know his identity, and it just so happens that he can connect Yang Jinsong's tough soldiers with Shi Qinghai, Xu Le, and me." ”

"I don't care if there is something wrong within the [***] army. Tai Zhiyuan stared at Steward Jin and said, "I only know that some people are trying to take advantage of the fact that I almost died. ”

"I will not allow anyone to undermine the agreement reached between Mr. Pabur and the Qinglongshan side. Tai Zhiyuan accentuated his tone, "I am even more reluctant to let those wolf dogs from the Investigation Bureau focus their suspicious eyes on my friend Xu Le...... Shi Qinghai can't die, at least not now, since the Federation has begun to want him, you can think of some way to help him. ”

"There's very little we can do about that. Steward Jin insisted on his judgment, "And the federal political axe is only responsible for giving a logical answer, as long as Madame can't question the reasonableness of this result, we can only accept it." ”

"The twelve agents of the Secret Service didn't know your destination until that day, and that one of them, even if they could send information, it would be impossible for those soldiers to prepare in the middle of the night. ”

Steward Jin continued to say calmly: "The internal review of the family has also ended, and there is no suspicion, and at the moment, it seems that the only suspicion should be that Mr. Xu Le may have told his friends about his whereabouts...... I'm sorry that I made a mistake by not giving Mr. Xu Le a special advice on this matter beforehand. ”

Tai Zhiyuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after being silent for a long time, he said: "It can't be Shi Qinghai, even if the [***] army wants me to die, it can't be at this time...... It's like I infinitely hope that they all disappear, but I won't push the Federation to send troops to Qinglong Mountain at this time. ”

In the wind and snow stirred up by the airflow of the plane, Tai Zhiyuan tightened the scarf around his neck, walked up the gangway, embarked on a journey to visit Xu Le, and said the last word.

Although Xu Le has few friends, Shi Qinghai is not the only one. ”

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(To be continued)