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Chapter 485 Winter Solstice (Addition for the Leader Fengliang Wenyue)
On the day of the winter solstice, the temperature is 0°C.

Jinling had been under heavy winter rain since the night before, and the ground became extremely slippery. Xu Enzeng sat in the car a little irritable, because his convoy had been blocked for half an hour.

Originally, it only took an hour to travel from the Secret Service Headquarters to Jiujiaxu, but they hadn't left the city yet. It would be ridiculous if the roundup of the underground party was delayed due to traffic jams.

"Meng Ting, go and see what's going on."

He finally couldn't help rolling down the car window, shouted at Meng Ting who was guarding on the side of the road, and then immediately closed the window and cursed inwardly, the wind was like a knife, and it hurt people's faces.

After a while, Meng Ting rubbed his hands and went to the car, knocked on the window, and said loudly, "Director, the two cars in front collided with each other. Now it has been cleared up, and the road will be passable in a while."

Xu Enzeng closed his eyes and sat in the back row, and waved his hands when he heard the words. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party. It was ten o'clock. After passing the main city, the traffic became less and he could speed up. Two hours was enough to reach Jiujiaxu.

A few minutes later, the car queue slowly flowed, and the team from the Secret Service Headquarters honked their horns and rushed out in a rampage. The police pretended not to see it, and picked up their batons and threw at the intruding pedestrians.

This is a huge convoy. There are more than [-] trucks for escorting prisoners alone, plus a vehicle for secret agents and executioners from Tiger Bridge Prison, there are a total of about [-] vehicles.

As the cars left, two people in the crowd whispered.

"Notify the section chief, hurry up."

"Yes, Deputy Section Chief Gu."

Xu Enzeng didn't know that the car accident was man-made, thinking that he was getting closer to Jiujiaxu, his heart was burning, and finally he opened the car window, trying to calm himself down with the cold wind.

He put his hands on the car window and looked at the pedestrians wrapped in clothes and shoulders shrunken with a smile on his face. There was a disdainful expression on his face.

Now Xu Enzeng just felt like falling into the clouds, imagining what would happen after the underground party was wiped out, and he was dizzy. When he recovered, the convoy had already passed the Admiralty Building.

From here, drive a few hundred meters and pass a small bridge, turn left at the end of Zhongshan North Road, and drive one kilometer to the destination of this trip, Jiujiaxu, which will be the grave of the underground party.

He glanced back viciously at the truck behind him. The people in the car were all diehards. They had been imprisoned for several years without leaking any information. They were really a bunch of lunatics.

"Crench."

Just when Xu Enzeng was gnashing his teeth, the car suddenly stopped suddenly, and he hit the front row with a bang, which made Director Xu very angry, what happened to his driver.

He stopped abruptly two days ago, although there was part of his reason, but what is the reason this time, could it be a ghost? He raised his head to look outside, and then opened his mouth wide.

To hell with it.

Why is the little Wang bastard surnamed Zuo here, with dozens of subordinates, in a dark, imposing manner, and several cars across the body to block the bridge to death.

Xu Enzeng's face suddenly turned livid. Taking all precautions, the Secret Service got the news, and even rushed to the execution ground one step ahead of time. What does this mean? It means that the other party has detailed information.

When they submitted the application to the national government, they didn't publicize it, but handed it directly to Yu Hong. Outsiders didn't know about it, not even the chief of Yu Hong's department.

How did Zuo Zhong know the location of the execution? There is only one possibility, that is, his secret service headquarters became a monk, and told the secret service of his hope of turning over. Damn it.

"Director Xu, the winter solstice is good. You don't eat glutinous rice balls at home, what are you doing with so many people running to the riverside? Could it be that you are here because you want to go fishing." Zuo Zhong walked to the car and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at Old Xu, feeling like he was caught in bed, no, why did it feel weird, anyway, he was very relieved to see the other party upset.

Over there, Xu Enzeng knew that Zuo Zhong had to be sent away quickly, otherwise the underground party would see the bastards from the Secret Service, and they would probably be decoupled, so he reluctantly opened the car door and walked down.

"Zuo Zhong, I advise you to leave immediately. Today's matter is very serious. You can't get involved. If you are sensible, take someone away. Otherwise, you will be shot in the face. I am definitely not joking with you."

As soon as Lao Xu got out of the car, he uttered a few cruel words, but with his little face flushed by the wind, there was no deterrent force at all. Not only was Zuo Zhong not afraid, but he laughed out loud.

"Director Xu, you are wrong. I heard that you went to Jiujiaxu in your busy schedule. I waited for you in the cold wind for several hours. It's fine if you don't appreciate it. Why are you hurting people?"

After he finished speaking, he put his index finger and thumb into his mouth and whistled. Dozens of intelligence agents with submachine guns were drilled in the ditch on both sides of Zhongshan North Road, looking at the convoy with murderous expressions.

Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "We always say that games have rules, if you can't afford it, don't play, otherwise people won't mind dealing with you outside the rules, right, Director Xu?"

Xu Enzeng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood that the previous car accident was caused by the Secret Service. They were trying to delay the time. It was already 10:30, and there were less than two hours left before the execution.

Now no matter what conditions the other party puts forward, I have no choice but to accept the other party's conditions, or just give up the action, such a vicious plan, the bastards of the Secret Service.

He looked at a group of men and horses that were full of murderous looks, stared at the dead fish eyes, and his cheeks were swollen with anger, like a sad frog. He put his hips on his hips and thought for a long time, and finally spoke in a deep voice.

"Zuo Zhong, let me say it again, this matter is related to the underground party, the chairman and Director Chen are paying attention, if it is because of you that the underground party escapes, you will have a few heads chopped off.

Big deal, I'll just let your intelligence department give it a name, but the main credit must be from our secret service headquarters, otherwise it will be separated, and then let Director Chen and Dai Chunfeng have a good chat. "

"Okay, happy~"

Zuo Zhong slapped his hands violently, waved to Song Minghao, Wu Jingzhong and others behind him, and said with a smile, "I just like your temper, you speak quickly, and you see that lowly job guarding this bridge?"

Xu Enzeng gritted his teeth and nodded. He could only comfort himself. The intelligence department is very strong. It would be a good thing for an extra group of people to block the retreat of the underground party.

"Zuo Zhong, the underground party is very vigilant, you have to hide well, if your reasons reveal your actions, even if I risk my old life, I will drag you both master and apprentice to hell."

Old Xu put on an unsmiling look, not knowing who he was scaring, but he was a little self-aware, knowing that he had done too many immoral things in the past, and he would definitely go to hell after death.

"What you said is wrong." Zuo Zhong replied with a proud face: "The accident has always been your secret service headquarters, don't worry, I brought all the elite this time, and I can escort Director Xu."

Humph.

Xu Enzeng let out a cold snort from his nostrils. It was really difficult to answer the words. He turned around and got into the car with his buttocks pouted.

Zuo Zhong stood on the side of the road with his arms folded, watching a caravan of serious agents pass by, including Meng Ting who pretended not to see him, Bai Wentian and that old Liu.

He smiled lightly.

Today's big show is a bit interesting.

But when the truck passed by, he became full of anger again. The underground party in the car was wearing only a thin singlet, which was full of marks of whipping, fire and torture.

What was even more horrifying was that the collarbone of these people was put on a wire by a gang of animals, and they stood one by one in the carriage, and when they shook a little, blood gushed out.

Zuo Zhong understands that this is to prevent people from escaping, but they are compatriots with the same blood, why is this happening, this is not what should happen in a civilized society, these beasts.

"Pooh."

Suddenly someone spat bloody spit on Zuo Chong, who looked at him coldly, raised his head high, and then all the underground party members passing by expressed their contempt in this way.

"Chief, I'll help you"

"no need."

Zuo Zhong stopped the angry Song Minghao, and said with a light smile, "These redheads are about to die, let them vent, and treat it as a good deed, by the way, brothers are all well hidden."

"It's well hidden. Except for the 50 people here, the 30 people in the reeds by the river are all hidden. Once the underground party dares to come, we can double-team from the left and right sides and catch them all."

Song Minghao patted his chest to reassure, and at the same time asked in a low voice: "Chief, there is no problem with Chunyang, right? The underground party will really come from Taikoo Stadium, why don't I send some people to Jiujiaxu?"

"Yes, Section Chief." Wu Jingzhong on the side was also a little worried, and frowned, "It's just a dozen people, so many of us are guarding here, isn't it a bit of a fuss?"

Zuo Chong took a look at these two guys, and walked towards the opposite side of the bridge. You have to sit in the front row when watching a show. When the battle starts, walking on the bare bridge deck is courting death. It's better to get your seat early.

Seeing this, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong hurriedly followed. They didn't know what the section chief thought. They left the execution ground alone and had to stay on the highway. A dozen or so underground gangsters would be enough to keep twenty people.

"Section Chief, it's still Pai."

"Old Wu, there are some things you don't know very well. The underground party members who came this time are all professional soldiers, and their fighting power is more fierce than the Imperial Forest Army like the 88th Division. They are not so easy to deal with."

Wu Jingzhong was still a little unwilling to give up, but he was interrupted by Zuo Zhong just halfway through his sentence. After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he shook the mud from the sole of his shoe, said Wu Chunyang's "reasoning" again, and finally asked back.

"So, we just need to block this group of people. A dozen elite operatives of the underground party are enough for us to explain to the higher-ups. Do we really have to fight each other to the death?"

Afterimages of Song Minghao and the two shook their heads.

Zuo Zhong smiled when he saw them like this, and led them into a pit on the south side of the road, squatted down, looked at his watch, checked his weapons, and waited patiently for the arrival of the Chinese detachment.

Just like that, at 11:40, the secret agents of the intelligence department finally saw several groups of sneaky figures appearing in the north. Just as Zuo Zhong was about to order an interception, he heard a loud noise.

"Boom~~~"

The small bridge connecting the urban area was blown up to the sky. Thinking that he had just walked over it a few minutes ago, Zuo Chong's back was in a cold sweat, and then he thought of a key question, who did it.

Secret Service?

one place?
Or the underground party?
(End of this chapter)