The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 35 Triumph
"Fight?" Zeng Haifeng's eyes widened in surprise: "How can we fight? If we fight, something will happen. When the time comes, we will have diplomacy... and hold people accountable."

"You think you'll be fine if you don't fight?"

Zhou Qinghe gave him a look of death that he realized on his own.

"The director's beloved cup has been smashed. If it's too late, they won't be the ones who get beaten."

Zeng Haifeng was excited and thought of Virgo's family law. He broke out in a cold sweat and then turned into anger, with a trace of cruelty flashing on his face.

Without saying a word, he took out his gun and loaded it with a click, walked out of the car door, strode toward the manor, and walked in front of the crowd.

Looking at the Japanese opposite, he raised his hand and fired a shot into the air, saying loudly: "The Secret Service is handling the case and arresting the suspect Shinichi Fukawa. If you resist law enforcement, he will be punished as a gangster. Disperse!"

The people on the second floor were a little surprised that they actually dared to shoot here. However, without their orders, the guards below did not move at all and did not give in at all.

The Japanese internal guard still stared at Zeng Haifeng with fierce eyes, clenching the stick in his hand and moving slightly.

Zeng Haifeng snorted coldly, "Affiliated to the Intelligence Department, the first team rushes in to arrest people. If there is resistance, they will subdue them on the spot. The second team is armed with guns. If they encounter anyone who resists with weapons, they will be killed on the spot."

"No need to ask for permission!"

"Yes!"

An unusually high roar sounded.

finally come!

The 80 people from the Secret Service have been waiting for a long time, and their anger has been building up for a long time!

The Secret Service of today is not the Secret Service of the future. It is not the Secret Service where cats, dogs, hooligans and gangsters can enter.

Today's secret service has a formal structure, and its personnel are either soldiers recruited from the army or student soldiers recruited from the military police academy.

He is of high quality, strong in action, and has a lot of passion that he never dares to extinguish. He may not dare to take action in the face of power, but in the face of the Japanese, as long as he has orders, he will never give up.

At the moment when the roar ended, a team of 40 people put their guns in their waists, stared at each other, and stepped forward step by step with bare hands.

Behind them, 40 people from the second team were aiming their guns with cold eyes.

The situation became increasingly tense. As a group of personnel approached, the sticks in the hands of the Japanese became tighter. They were also waiting for the order to attack from the second floor.

Step by step, the personnel of the intelligence department were standing face to face with the manor's guards, unable to advance.

The person holding the wine glass on the second floor bet that the Secret Service did not dare to take action and was only threatening.

But Zeng Haifeng, whose life is in his own hands, has no choice but to retreat.

"Resist law enforcement and get beaten!" he yelled.

The team members directly raised their fists and smashed them into the face of the Japanese in front of them with their bare hands.

Forty versus forty, two rows of people are just right.

But they were using their bare hands. If the Japanese counterattacked, the power of the sticks would kill them.

But no, no one raised their hands.

Bang, the beating became intense from the beginning. The members of the Secret Service did not just hit him and be done with it. It was a rare opportunity to vent their anger. They punched him to death with one punch after another, focusing on hitting important parts of the face.

The Japanese could only evade and did not dare to fight back because they did not receive an order to attack.

In just 30 to [-] seconds, the faces of the Japanese on the ground were all bleeding, mostly from nosebleeds.

And right here, a person walked out of the inner room. He looked like a butler. He raised his hand and shouted: "Stop!"

Damn it, you wasted me just now, now I am wasting you!Just stop if you say stop?

Zeng Haifeng was very unhappy. It would have been nice if he had not been punished for his good work.

He waited a few more seconds until the other person walked out quickly and yelled "Stop" several times in front of him, then he picked his ears and pretended to hear it.

"Stop." As soon as he said this, the team members stood up in unison with smiles on their faces, as if nothing had happened.

There were looks of hatred on the ground, sticks that had been pinched for a long time but were useless were scattered everywhere, and there were also some unbearable low screams of pain. Of course, there were blood stains, but they all belonged to the other party.

The players didn't care, they just played, it was great, it was great.

"How dare you hit people! It's so lawless!" A man who looked like a butler stepped forward and shouted angrily at Zeng Haifeng.

Zeng Haifeng sneered: "Who do you think you are? Get out of here and let Puchuan Shinichi come out!"

"You?" The housekeeper was trembling angrily, obviously he hadn't been humiliated like this for a long time.

"Chief Zeng"

At this time, in the villa, Shinichi Fukawa and Noda Fukawa came together in suits and ties. They held the position of colonel and looked middle-aged.

Noda Fukawa said: "There is an old saying in China, what you do today will be repaid tomorrow, believe it or not, how you took Shinichi away, you have to bring Shinichi back, and I dare to bet you, It’s noon and this will happen before sunset.”

Pu Chuanzhen smiled, smoothed his suit, and expressed his approval with a provocative expression.

Zeng Haifeng's eyes were cold and he shouted: "Take away!"

Two team members stepped forward to detain the person. Shinichi Pukawa showed no resistance and was immediately put into the Intelligence Division's car.

"Let's go." Zeng Haifeng led his team members without stopping, and all the troops began to withdraw from the manor.At the door.

"Let's go, we can't block the door anymore."

Zhou Qinghe watched the development of the situation through the car window and watched the incident being resolved. He glanced at Fuchuan Noda's eyes and returned to the car.

It would be difficult for others to solve this matter, but it was easy for him.

Dai Yunong came to see him. He was the chief of the medical unit. His qualifications were not outstanding and he had no one under him. What did he have that no one else had but only he had?

Medical skills, certificate, the only certificate of the Secret Service.

This is why Dai Yunong came to find him. It is easy and not difficult to guess.

As for the second thing, how to regain the lost face of the Secret Service?

That would be easier, just step on the other person's face and pick it up slowly.

The car gradually moved away.

"Check, who is in that car?"

Noda Fukawa watched the mysterious black car go away, and the police officers actually took action. As a result, none of the reporters he arranged came in. The beating was worthless.

Who is it?He received no news at all.

After Zhou Qinghe left, there was still a bit of chaos outside the manor.

"Quiet, quiet, the camera will be returned to you, wait for the order! I told you to wait for the order!

What?The officer's car drove away?

What about the camera?
Niang Xipi! "

"oops."

"What's wrong, Chief?"

"fine."

Zhou Qinghe forgot about Peng Sanhuai, forget it, just forget it, let him deal with this trouble by himself, who made him like watching theater so much.

If you feel unhappy, ask the attendant's room.

Zhou Qinghe was the first to leave, and the car arrived the fastest. When the car drove into the Secret Service Office, he saw Secretary Mao standing there with his colleagues from the Secret Service, greeting them with smiles.

Apparently phone lines run faster than cars.

As Zhou Qinghe got out of the car, warm applause broke out.

"Welcome Chief Zhou to his triumphant return."

"Welcome Chief Zhou to his triumphant return."

The male and female voices were mixed together, which sounded elated.

"Secretary Mao, are you trying to kill me?" Zhou Qinghe joked.

"How dare I? The director arranged it. Okay, let's go."

Secretary Mao waved his hand, and the male and female team members began to leave. Zhou Qinghe had good eyesight, and he actually saw a female staff member ogling him, without concealing her enthusiasm.

Zhou Qinghe couldn't help but smile slightly, speechless, are you so proactive?
"The boss is very pleased with your performance."

Secretary Mao put his arm around Zhou Qinghe's shoulders and led him inside. He said with a smile: "Your performance this time is as good as Section Chief Zeng's, especially your decisive action to beat the Japanese. That’s the power to kill them hard.”

"The director said it. Although he didn't say anything, Zhou Qinghe did everything. This is called telepathy."

With this move, he really dared to fight, but he regained all the face that the Secret Service had lost.

"Especially that sentence, resisting law enforcement and being punished as thugs. When the time comes in the newspaper, we can say that the previous confrontation was not to cause trouble, but to give them a chance to change their ways.

It's because they brought it upon themselves and refused to repent, that's why we strictly enforce the law. "

"Good fight! Great fight!"

Secretary Mao praised me hard and hard.

Zhou Qinghe asked with a smile: "Secretary Mao, the director should praise me for these words, why do you praise me? Where is the director?"

"Director?"

Secretary Mao’s smile widened: “The director is meeting with the consul at the Japanese Consulate and has invited journalist friends to attend.

Otherwise, if others falsely accuse the person in the car of being the director, and think that the Secret Service has no capable people, wouldn't your trip be in vain? "

Boss Dai slapped the Japanese consul in the face. He was waiting for the Japanese consul to answer the phone. Killing two birds with one stone.

Zhou Qinghe gave a thumbs up and praised: "High."

(End of this chapter)