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Chapter 422 Follow-up 3
"No, sir, it must be a misunderstanding."

Sha Luxun was really in a hurry. He knew the behavior of the intelligence agency. Even if he was a member of the British military intelligence agency, the other party would never hesitate to kill him. He was in danger today.

"No, no, Mr. Sha Luxun, you have misunderstood. I am not here to listen to your explanation. I am just curious about the kind of person who is in charge of the British intelligence network in Jinling. The result is disappointing.

You have made a lot of Chinese people through your identity, which is amazing, but why don't you look behind, or do you think we will never find out these little secrets. "

Regardless of Sha Luxun's increasingly ugly face, the young man raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I want to remind you that the officer you were waiting for will not come, he should be waiting for Your Excellency in hell now.

I will give you two options, one is you aim at me with that broken gun, and then you will be shot dead, and your wife and three children will be tortured to death by a group of inhumane robbers tonight.

Or you sit here enjoying your last cup of black tea, looking back on your life, and in a few minutes you will die pain-free and your family will be safe and sound back in the UK, now, choose. "

The young man said while tasting the dessert. Some people said that the sweet taste would bring pleasure, but compared to the satisfaction brought by controlling the life and death of a British spy, this pleasure was not worth mentioning.

He really didn't expect that a deputy manager of Jinling Power Plant could control so many moles, and what was even more unexpected was that the other party's contacts did not do any anti-tracking, and even contacted directly by phone.

Maybe it's the strength gap between China and the UK, or maybe they have never been in danger. In short, MI2 has to pay the price for underestimating the enemy, such as a regional leader and an entire intelligence network.

Sha Luxun's head was a little confused. On the one hand, the whole family was killed, and on the other hand, only himself was killed. It seemed to be a good choice, but who would want to die? Resistance might have a chance of life.

But a flash of light on the roof in the distance made him dispel this delusion. It was the reflection of the sniper sight. The other party was using this method to warn himself that if he moved, his head would be smashed.

Having experienced the war, he understands how dangerous it is to be targeted by a sniper in such an open environment. There is only one dead end for fleeing and resisting. The Chinese are well prepared.

"It's been 1 minute. It seems that Mr. Sa Luxun has made a choice. It's very good. I like dealing with smart people the most. Then I won't bother you. Have a good day and see you sir."

The young man drank the black tea, got up and left with the waiter's hesitant expression on his face, then put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and walked slowly on the street full of fallen leaves, listening to the sound of broken leaves under his feet.

Life is like a leaf, which undergoes germination, growth, withering, and then disappears completely. It has been brilliant, beautiful, and finally dies. It is a beautiful and fragile process.

"Drip, drip."

Suddenly a truck appeared in a quiet neighborhood, driving on the road at a fast speed. When approaching the coffee shop, the driver desperately honked the horn and waved his hand at the pedestrians.

"Get out of the way, the car is out of control."

The driver yelled at the top of his voice and avoided panicked citizens. Anyone could see that this person was trying his best to control the car. Unfortunately, sometimes disasters and tragedies are unavoidable.

"Boom~"

In the end, under the horrified eyes of everyone, the truck rushed into the coffee shop and smashed Sha Luxun who was sitting at the open-air table into pieces, and the fresh blood slowly soaked the fallen leaves.

"Dead, hit dead."

Some people covered their faces and yelled loudly, some people were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, and some people left in a hurry.

The young man didn't seem to hear the chaotic movement behind him, and he still walked under the plane tree in a leisurely manner, gradually walking away from the crowd watching the excitement, with a faint smile on his face all the time.

Walking a few hundred meters from the coffee shop, he turned into an alley, where a black car was parked, and two stern-looking Chinese tunic suits stood beside the car.

One of the bald heads said: "Section Chief, Sha Luxun is dead. A truck weighing several tons collides at full speed. Even a god can't escape him. I'll go to the police station to check later to confirm the news."

"The driver can also rest assured that the Central Hospital has determined that there is no cure for his illness. If he wants to leave something for his family, he must shut up." Another Chinese tunic added immediately.

These three people were naturally Zuo Zhong, Gui Youguang, and Wu Chunyang. Except for a driver who traded his life for money, there were only the three of them in this eradication operation. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

"Evacuate first."

Zuo Zhong said a word, got into the back seat and began to clean up the disguise on his face, and asked: "The driver probably won't survive, I promised him a thousand oceans, and I will give it to his family after the limelight passes."

"Yes, Chief."

Wu Chunyang nodded. It is indeed a major event for a British person to be killed. The police department will definitely investigate. If they know that someone has sent money to the other party's home, they may think of murder.

Gui Youguang, who was in the driver's seat, turned on the ignition and drove the car out of the alley, heading in the opposite direction of the scene, and soon disappeared into the evening rush hour traffic. No one knew that there had been a conspiracy here.

"Section Chief, apart from Sha Luxun, other MI2 moles should have been eliminated. Deputy Section Chief Gu led Lao Song and Lao Wu to do it himself. I didn't explain the specific reason, and they didn't ask too much."

Wu Chunyang handed a Chinese tunic suit to Zuo Zhong, and calmly reported the situation. According to his description, apart from the unfortunate car accident just now, there will be more than a dozen more accidents in Jinling today.

For example, some people will burn to death because of the fire, some people will drown because of swimming in early autumn, and some people will fall off the cliff outside the city because of the brake failure of the car.

These people are either military and political officials, influential businessmen, or top figures in the world, and they are all close to the British. Of course, this is just a coincidence.

"Oh, fire and water are ruthless."

Zuo Zhong put on his Chinese tunic suit, stuffed the windbreaker and camouflage into a paper bag, and expressed his opinion with regret on his face. It was indeed a pity that the British spies could not be captured openly.

Yes, the order that the bald head gave him was to kill a few British guys to vent his hatred, but in order to avoid conflicts between China and Britain, secret operations must be used.

Secret action is actually an elegant term for assassination. It is impossible for the bald head to directly order them to cover their faces and shoot black guns.

So after finding the downlines of Salut Hoon, the secret removal became the best choice. As long as they don't tear their faces and carry out large-scale arrests, the British will just pretend that this incident never happened.

"Find a place to burn these things and go back to the place, and then verify the casualties of the accident. If there are any dead or clean, please help, and make sure they leave without pain."

Zuo Zhong pointed at the paper bag, feeling that he was too kind, and then added: "Remember to take pictures, this is for Shangfeng, please don't make bloody shots, it will spoil the appetite of the superiors."

Wu Chunyang showed a piercing smile: "Don't worry, section chief, I will go to the hospital to check in person to make sure they go away quickly, and the camera is ready, and the photos can be developed before tonight."

He knew who the section chief was referring to as Shangfeng, and he often went to the interrogation room to inspect, so naturally he wouldn't lose his appetite because of the photos, and then contacted today's task, so the so-called Shangfeng could only be the chairman of the committee.

While talking, Gui Youguang drove the car into a wasteland, and the three of them got out of the car and poured gasoline on the paper bag and ignited it. The flames shot up high with a bang, and the paper bag burned to a mass of ashes in a short time.

After the ashes stopped burning, Wu Chunyang carefully found a wooden stick to crush the ashes, poured another pot of water, and completely destroyed the evidence of this operation, appearing very cautious.

"What's going on in Shanghai? Before dawn tomorrow, I must knock down the Special Department of the Public Concession Police Department. The other party knows that Sha Luxun died, and they will definitely call a meeting."

After sitting in the car again, Zuo Zhong issued a new order. The special department was the stronghold of the British MI[-]. He originally planned to find a truck full of dangerous goods and detonate it to carry out demolition.

However, considering that this move might scare the bald head and Dai Chunfeng to death, they replaced the detonation with a crash, and let these proud British guys know that even if they hide in the concession, it is not safe.

Gui Youguang, who was in the driver's seat, turned around and said, "Okay, the personnel have been identified, we didn't come forward for safety reasons, but asked Ma Tianchang of the Cao Gang to find someone who is not afraid of death to take charge of the action.

This person is a native of Shanghai. His younger sister was raped by British soldiers in the concession, his parents were pissed off because of this, and he himself suffered a broken kidney. His condition is that Ma Tianchang take care of his wife and children. "

"Promise him."

Zuo Chong's face was slightly gloomy: "Tell Ma Tianchang, since he has agreed, he must do it. If he dares to bully orphans and widows, I will personally send him to see his master, as I said."

There were too many things that happened to the driver in the Republic of China. He couldn't control other people. He could only keep his word and help the other party take care of his wife and children, so that this person would die with the British without regret.

Don't think that the Anza people are very human. What they did in Africa, America, and Asia is not much better than that of Little Japan. If the driver falls into the hands of the other party, it will never be possible to live.

In order to keep the secret, the driver had to bite the poison sac in his mouth at the last moment. Zuo Zhong wanted to give the other party an illusion that the Secret Service did not mind sending professional intelligence personnel to take revenge.

Offending a black state element would be a headache at most, but offending an intelligence agency, and it is still the kind that will never die, even the empire on which the sun never sets has to weigh it carefully.

"okay."

Gui Youguang replied with a murderous look, ready to deal with the bosses of the Cao Gang at any time, and the leader of the Jinling Vigor Group, Ma Tianchang, then he suddenly mentioned a few people Zuo Zhong had almost forgotten.

"Section Chief, all the people in Nandou and Beidou are dead, but the puppet Manchurian spies, Wang Deyong and Liu Gui are still alive. How to deal with them? It's not a problem to keep occupying the detention center."

Zuo Zhong patted his head, Ye Jinzhong and those Puppet Manchukuo spies have been imprisoned for so long, they really should be dealt with, just send Wang Deyong to prison, as for Section Chief Liu Guiliu, it is not so easy to want to die.

(End of this chapter)