The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 34
Office of the Chief of the Medical Unit.

Zhou Qinghe was drinking coffee behind his desk with a leisurely expression, thinking about practicing physical fitness later.

He didn't know what was happening outside. The medical stocks here were cheap, few people came, and there were no convenient channels for disseminating news in this era.

However, he saw Zeng Haifeng taking someone out in the morning, and more than two hours had passed and the person hadn't come back yet, so he guessed that the trip was not going well.

"Catch someone to complain, what the hell is Zeng Haifeng doing?"

Zhou Qinghe was a little surprised when Secretary Mao called him to tell him to go to the director's office.

"Director is looking for me? Yes, come right away."

What does the arrest have to do with him?
Press doubt and go to the director's office.

"Director." Zhou Qinghe stood still.

Looking at Dai Yunong's frown, the word "Sichuan" was unusually obvious, and he knew how bad Dai Yunong's mood was.

"Qinghe."

Dai Yunong's face was full of anger, and he directly scolded him by name: "That idiot Zeng Haifeng did not do things well and made the situation passive.

I can't catch even a single Japanese businessman. Now I estimate that there are a lot of people in the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Finance waiting to see my joke.

For every minute he stayed there, the Secret Service would be slapped in the face for every minute longer.

If a Japanese businessman is arrested and I, Dai Yunong, are asked to go there in person, I think the secret service will be completely disgraced.

Go and bring me back. "

When the matter comes to a head, there is no room for argument or overthinking.

Zhou Qinghe agreed without hesitation, shouting "Yes!" with a serious face and determined to perform military salutes.

Turn around and leave the door.

"Chief Zhou."

Secretary Mao stopped him.

"Secretary Mao." Zhou Qinghe put down his thoughts and stood still.

Secretary Mao glanced at the closed door of the director's office and whispered: "The director is very angry. You have to think of a way and bring the person back, otherwise the future will be difficult."

This was something he said from the bottom of his heart. Don't look at it. He only said 'yes' in front of the director today, that's all.

But this is a military order. If you fail to complete it, you will be responsible for the consequences.

But this matter is easy to solve, at least for Zhou Qinghe.

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "I know, Secretary Mao, what's the situation over there now?"

Secretary Mao looked at Zhou Qing and smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know why the director asked you to go. I don't even know the situation there, but forget it, there are mainly five gangs there now."

“The first group, our people.

The second group of people, the guards in the villa.

The third group of people are Chinese and foreign reporters.

The fourth group of people are the people watching the fun.

The fifth gang, policemen from the National Police Agency.

This group of people was originally called to help, but in the end they took orders from someone and went straight to the show. They are now maintaining law and order and not allowing reporters to get in. "

"Bless yourselves." Secretary Mao patted Zhou Qinghe on the shoulder: "Hurry up, the longer you delay, the more embarrassing the boss will be."

Secretary Mao actually didn't think Zhou Qinghe could solve the current situation.

Not to mention Zhou Qing and a captain, now even the deputy directors can hide when they can. Some have taken leave to see a doctor, and some have simply unplugged the phone line and closed the door of the office. No one wants to touch it anyway. thing.

Boss Dai can solve the problem in person, but to arrest a businessman in person would be equivalent to putting the entire Secret Service's power on the same line as the businessman. This would simply be embarrassing to grandma's house.

I finally had the dignity to deal with the Major General a while ago, but all of a sudden it was gone. Even if I won, I would also lose.

How will I meet people in the future?

Zhou Qinghe nodded, walked back to his office, put on his military uniform and a big-brimmed hat, then took out the attendant's ID from the pocket of the clothes he changed into and put it into his military uniform pocket.

Then let Wang Yong drive to the manor.

At this time, the outside of the manor was almost completely surrounded, and the gene of watching the excitement was engraved in my bones, and it was indispensable everywhere.

When Zhou Qinghe's car arrived, many reporters could already be seen taking pictures of the scene in the manor with cameras.

If no one can take it back today,
I believe that there will be a large space in tomorrow's news about the fact that the Secret Service broke into the foreign manor for no reason, causing a bad impact and ultimately arousing public outrage, and then it sadly bowed out.

For this reason, it is absolutely inevitable that Boss Dai will be scolded by the principal.

"Chief."

"Honk the horn, drive to the door, and block the passage for me." Zhou Qinghe, who was sitting in the back seat, said. "yes."

Wang Yong carried out the order decisively.

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The sudden sound of the horn suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Everyone knew the situation inside now, and the black car that appeared at this time was very intriguing.

The crowd of spectators made way for the car, and many reporters turned their cameras around. Flashes flashed in an attempt to capture what was going on inside the car, but they were blocked by the opaque window glass. No one knew who was sitting inside. who.

Wang Yong's car stopped sideways at the gate of the manor, almost knocking the Japanese guard out.

"Go and ask who the leader of these policemen is and tell him to come over."

"Yes."

Wang Yong opened the front door and got out of the car. The flashlights focused on his face. Wang Yong didn't care. He faithfully performed his task. After some negotiation, a man in police uniform, about 50 years old, entered the passenger seat.

He was still smiling when he bent down and came in, thinking that some big shot had arrived, until he sat down and saw the military rank on Zhou Qinghe's collar.

"Who are you?" He felt like he was being tricked, and his tone was unkind.

"Your position." Zhou Qinghe did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Ha." The man sneered: "A captain who uses chicken feathers as a command arrow dares to interfere with things here. Who gave you the courage?"

He confirmed that he had never met Zhou Qinghe. He knew all the high-ranking people. He could not be a high-ranking official at such a young age, and he was definitely not the nephew of a big shot.

Zhou Qinghe met his gaze, his tone did not change, and he handed over the certificate from the attendant's room calmly as usual: "It gave me the courage, count how many chicken feathers there are on it."

"Hey." The man reached out to take it nonchalantly, with a smile on his lips: "I want to see who gave you the courage to get involved in anything. I'm sorry, I said something wrong and my subordinate made a mistake. "

Just looking at the three words "attendant's room" that witnessed the document, his face turned pale, his expression was panicked, and his arrogant attitude was gone forever. He even bent down a little, for fear that Zhou Qinghe would report his words to him.

If these words were exaggerated and used as internal reference in the attendant's office, he would probably be dismissed from office tomorrow and transferred to Laohuqiao for further study.

"Position." Zhou Qinghe didn't talk nonsense to him.

"Peng Sanhuai, deputy director of the Nanjing Police Department." Peng Sanhuai quickly finished his report and asked hesitantly: "Sir, you don't know me?"

Although the Deputy Director of the Police Department is not a high-ranking official in Nanjing, where there are many high-ranking officials, he can still be regarded as a middle-ranking official. He should be somewhat famous. Peng Sanhuai didn't understand, but he was sure that this certificate must be authentic.

Because it is impossible for fake people to leave Nanjing alive.

"Do I have to know you?" Zhou Qinghe asked calmly.

"Yes, I made a mistake. I wonder what the order from the attendant's room is?"

"Give you 10 minutes to prepare, organize the police force, form a wall of flesh, restrict the entry of all journalists, confiscate all recording equipment, and wait for orders before returning it."

"Yes! I humbly accept the order and execute it immediately." The order from the attendant's room was unquestionable, and Peng Sanhuai immediately got out of the car to make arrangements.

"Wang Yong, call Zeng Haifeng over." Zhou Qinghe remained calm.

"Yes."

At this time, the atmosphere in the manor was tense. No one dared to take action, and no one dared to retreat.

The personnel of the Intelligence Section were all dressed in black civilian clothes, holding short guns with their muzzles drooped, and staring at the opposite side.

The Japanese guard on the opposite side had a fierce look in his eyes, pointing his stick at the ground.

Leading on one side was Zeng Haifeng and his two captains, standing at the front.

On one side are three agents in Japanese samurai costumes, standing in front.

Wang Yong arrived, and Zeng Haifeng listened to Wang Yong's whisper in his ear and walked toward the door without saying a word.

After getting in the car, Zeng Haifeng's eyes were surprised, but not that surprised. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I really don't know what to do if there's no one here anymore. My legs are sore from standing there. Why?" Come on, what does the director say?"

To be honest, what Zeng Haifeng was surprised about was what Zhou Qinghe could do when he came.
At least a deputy director?

"Zeng Haifeng obeys the order." Zhou Qinghe's words were calm and without any emotion.

Zeng Haifeng was startled, and then his softened waist slowly sat upright. His smile disappeared and turned serious. His intuition made him feel that Zhou Qinghe could not be joking.

"Yes."

"I'm only going to say it once. The director ordered that the person must be taken back."

"Yes, your subordinates obey!"

After Zeng Haifeng finished speaking, his aura softened and he smiled bitterly: "Brother, I understand the truth, but how to do it? It's obvious that they won't let him go, so I can't end it."

Zhou Qinghe looked through the car window, into the venue, and then toward the two figures on the second floor.

He had very good eyesight and could see that the two people were also looking at the car he was in, this new car.

Zhou Qinghe said lightly: "Chief Zeng, is this still difficult to deal with? Since someone resists law enforcement, then beat them until they die."

(End of this chapter)