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Chapter 331

When Zuo Zhong said that he was an underground party, Wang Lizhong's head suddenly exploded. How could it be possible? The intelligence section chief of Guodang's trump card spy agency turned out to be an underground party intelligence agent.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

The other party was born in a wealthy family in Ningbo, and the teacher was a high-ranking chief of the Secret Service. The chairman of the committee received and commended him many times. With such a profound background and such a bright future, why did he join the underground party.

This person can get everything that others can't even think of, so why bother to be an underground party at the risk of beheading, but seeing Zuo Zhong walking over with a hammer in his hand, it doesn't seem like a lie.

Confused, he suddenly yelled hysterically: "Help, come quickly, someone from the underground party has killed someone, who will save me, I am Wang Lizhong from the Secret Service Headquarters, the Secret Service..."

"Oh!"

"what!."

Just as Wang Lizhong was about to reveal Zuo Zhong's identity, he was hit in the mouth with a hammer. Red blood and white teeth immediately opened up on his face, and half of his tongue flew out.

Zuo Zhong looked at the traitor who was thrown into the air with his hammer, and said calmly: "I advise you to save your energy, no one will hear it, there are no houses within ten miles of this place, and there are no roads within five miles.

I said, I want to smash your bones little by little, how can I let others disturb you, Mr. Wang, enjoy it slowly, have you heard that pain is a precious wealth in life, I am here to help you. "

Wang Lizhong didn't refute, because the hammer just made him fall into a semi-consciousness, why is he semi-conscious, because he couldn't lift a finger, and he could clearly see Zuo Zhong approaching.

"Gacha, gacha."

The sound of shoe soles rubbing against gravel finally stopped behind him. Wang Lizhong wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a burst of numbness in his right little finger, followed by severe pain.

"Ah! Ah!"

The severe pain in the face that had just been numb was also awakened by the severe pain in the fingers. The two pains caused Wang Lizhong to faint completely.

Cool water, adrenaline.

One of these two makes people awake, and the other keeps people sensitive to pain. Of course, Zuo Zhong asked him to taste the good stuff, so after a few seconds of blissfully unconscious, Wang Lizhong woke up.

that's it.

After falling into a coma again and again and waking up again and again, the three injections of adrenaline brought by Zuo Zhong had been used up, and Wang Lizhong had become inhuman and lost all senses.

Even with the hammer down, he just shook his muscles, which was a natural physiological reaction, and there was no other movement, but adrenaline helped him maintain the last bit of vitality.

Only when the hammer swung past, the light of hope flashed in his eyes proved that this person was still a living person. At this time, what this person hoped for was to die happily.

But there is no such cheap thing, the traitor will be punished.

Half an hour later, Zuo Zhong finished the last hammer and wiped the sweat off his brow. He had already smashed all the bones, and now there was only one last step left, to light a blazing fire to send the opponent away.

When you come out, you must keep your word. If you say you will be sent away with fire, you must be sent away with fire.

He dragged Wang Lizhong's thigh to the back seat of the car. His blood-soaked clothes and bloody body rubbed a bright red mark on the ground, like a striking sign.

Perhaps because he knew that his death was approaching, the corners of Wang Lizhong's mouth, or the corners of his mouth that he used to grin, finally didn't have to suffer, and he didn't even care about bumping his head against stones and tree stumps.

Zuo Zhong got to the side of the car and opened the door, threw Wang Lizhong to the back seat, then took out a small bucket of kerosene from the trunk, and carefully poured it on the inside and outside of the car, as well as on some rotten meat.

Although the tools and cars were stolen and prepared long ago, just in case, he decided to burn these things. For his own safety, he could not leave any evidence.

Locar's law says that as long as a criminal act is committed, it will directly or indirectly affect the victim and its surrounding environment at the scene, leaving traces consciously or unconsciously.

After preparing all this, he lit a cigarette and stood in front of the car. After taking two puffs, he lit a match again and threw it lightly. With a bang, the surface of the car caught fire.

Soon, the flames poured into the interior of the car along the opened door, and burned more and more vigorously with the help of kerosene and cloth interior, and then he found that the dying Wang Lizhong raised his head.

Zuo Zhong was outside the car, and Wang Lizhong was in the car. The two looked at each other through the flames. The meanings in their eyes were very simple, one was anger, the other was hatred, maybe there was regret, but it was too late.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

Zuo Zhong muttered something in a low voice, took off his gloves and threw them into the car, and walked towards Jinling City without looking back. When he walked not far away, there was a creepy scream behind him.

Whether Wang Lizhong pretended to be a tough guy, just like his life choices, whether character determines fate, or fate determines character, this question is too profound for Zuo Zhong to understand.

He only understands that to be a human being, you have to do something and not do something. Speculators like the other party who violated their conscience and crossed the bottom line, even if they did not encounter a trough, would still walk on this dead end.

An hour later, less than 10 minutes before most of the secret agents went to work, Zuo Zhong ran into the compound of Department C in a tight suit, sweating profusely, as if he had just returned from a run.

The guard at the door hurriedly raised the barricade, smiled and flattered: "Section Chief Zuo, you are back, you still go out to exercise so early, do you want some brothers to accompany you in the future?"

Hearing what he said, Zuo Chong stood still and took a few more steps, then stopped and wiped his forehead with the towel around his neck, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you, why is no one on duty in the morning."

The guards were shocked. What they were guarding was the dormitory of the Secret Service. How could a small thief dare to make a mistake, so the shift change was a bit lazy, and sometimes there would be a gap of more than ten minutes in between.

After all, if they could go back to rest earlier, who would want to stand foolishly for more than ten minutes? This has become a habit of the guards. Zuo Zhong picked it out today, and the guards were all in a cold sweat.

But what should be said still has to be said, otherwise it will be troublesome if you offend Smiling Tiger. One of the guards bent over and explained: "Section Chief Zuo, please be considerate. The brothers are really tired after working in two shifts."

"Okay, don't talk about that."

Zuo Zhong raised his hand to stop the guard from crying, and thought for a while: "Well, let me mention it to the general affairs side, and ask them to arrange another team, and by the way, I will give you some night shift allowances."

Hearing this, the guard was so happy that his back molars came out, and he quickly praised: "Thank you, Section Chief Zuo, don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, otherwise we will come and see you."

"I want your heads to be useful, be careful, they are all the family members of the brothers in the office, if there is any mistake, they can tear you apart without military law.

Remember to record the entry and exit registration and hand it over to your team leader for verification. In the future, anyone who enters and exits must record the identity and time, and we section chiefs are no exception, and the chief must lead by example. "

Zuo Zhong taught the guard a few words, walked into Section C without any haste, and said in his heart that these bastards really thought that no one knew about their laziness, if it wasn't for leaving a back door, they would have been dealt with already.

Right now, using the time difference between shifts to cover up whereabouts, presumably my last sentence will let the guards fill in the time for me to go out, they still have some insight.

But clearing out the traitors only avenged half of Lao Zhang and Xie Jiuwen's husband and wife. If you want to have a clear mind, those beasts in one place must pay the price, and the ten dead are just interest.

Zuo Zhong went back to the dormitory to change his clothes, and drove back to the Secret Service slowly. Looking at the secret agents whispering in the corner, he knew that the news about Quanye's venue might have spread.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the office, Bao asked Song Minghao to come to the door, with a happy expression on his face: "Chief, something happened to the Secret Service Headquarters. It is said that one of their safe spots was taken over by the underground party."

Zuo Zhong was holding a water bottle to water the green plants on the window sill at this time. He had seen too many sinister and fickle things in the world in the Secret Service. Seeing more green plants is good for physical and mental health.

Hearing Song Minghao's words, he asked without turning his head, "Be safe?"

Song Minghao picked up the small scissors next to the flowerpot, handed them to Zuo Chong and nodded: "Yes, according to reliable information, the safe spot is at the Quanye meeting place, and there is an important person from the underground party inside."

"So it is."

Zuo Zhong took the scissors and trimmed the dead branches of the green plants, and pondered for a while: "It seems that a call file is to investigate the underground party, but the bunch of waste is enough, how many people died at the scene."

"That's not clear. The scene was completely burnt down by a big fire, and the corpses were all burned to ashes. Anyway, according to the rules, there should be at least one or two teams of five in such a safe spot."

"The general's incompetence exhausted the three armies."

Zuo Zhong put down the scissors and snorted coldly, and picked up the towel in Song Minghao's hand: "What else can Xu Enzeng do except listen to the corners, and he doesn't care about the poor quality of the secret service headquarters.

Subordinates are like dead branches and bad leaves. They need to be cut and pruned frequently, otherwise the subordinates will be turned upside down. Does he not understand this truth? Go find out the specific situation and report to me as soon as possible. "

"Yes, I'll go now."

Song Minghao was beaten a bit, and ran out in a hurry, thinking about what cut, cut, and repair is. Could it be that the section chief reminded himself, which made him startled.

Thinking about the ship of German handicrafts that had just arrived at the port, he felt that he needed to get out as soon as possible. The money he earned before was enough to cover his expenses for two lifetimes.

Zuo Zhong didn't know what he said casually, so he scared Song Minghao enough and decided to wash his hands in a golden basin. He sat at the desk and rubbed his chin for a while, and decided to go back to the Quanye meeting place to have a look.

　Urgent update, typo pointed out, change tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)