My wife wants to divorce me every day

Chapter 1015

Mr. Zhong didn't want to resent his grandfather because of this. He knew that his grandfather also wanted him to quit. But it wasn't until he joined the international rescue organization that he realized the hardships of the world and the fact that so many people were not very happy.

He suffers from his powerlessness.

The only consolation is that he can't use the resources of the Mars family, but his own skills are not bad. When rescuing refugees, he can lead them out of dangerous places very well.

Mr. Zhong finally found something he could do. He thought it was very good. He charged forward like a soldier. As long as he could save more people, he didn't really care about his identity.

Just when Mr. Zhong gradually found a little confidence, he found that the world is not so beautiful, and his so-called rescue organization is only doing selfish things in the cloak of charity.

"Why didn't the supplies we gave to the refugees arrive?" Mr. Zhong came out from the hail of bullets, wiped the blood off his face, grabbed the collar of the commander of the operation, and shouted fiercely.

Their task this time is to rescue a group of hostages held by violent terrorist organizations, and then send them to the designated refuge. In the refuge, there should be the supplies they promised to these civilians before, but Mr. Neng Zhong led the civilians to drive away. When we arrived, we didn't see any supplies, just an empty shelter.

Mr. Zhong's young face was full of anger. He couldn't believe that this was something the organization he had always trusted would do.

He would rather believe that there was something wrong in the middle, and then something went wrong, and the relief supplies would be delivered soon.

The captain in charge of this operation also looked at him with a puzzled face. He was also very innocent. He was just directing the operation. He didn't know exactly how the above arrangements were made.

Seeing his indescribable face, Mr. Zhong also let go of his breath, and let go of his hand, "Forget it, you don't know anything either."

After this incident, he went to find the person in charge of the organization, and the person in charge explained to him kindly, "It's not that we embezzled the rescue supplies, Tyre, it's that the supplies didn't promise to be delivered to us, and you know that too." , The organization also has no source of income, it is just a transfer station, as long as the supplies do not reach us, we have nothing to give to the civilians."

After all, Mr. Zhong is from aristocratic background, if he can't see that the person in charge of this charity organization is telling a lame lie, then he is ashamed of his grandfather's teachings.

He didn't say anything, just quit that rescue group.

Since then, Mr. Zhong has become a lone ranger, and he no longer uses his previous name, but another name: Zhong Feiqing.

Whenever someone called him something, he would say, "My name is Zhong Feiqing."

This somewhat awkward name was miraculously remembered by more people, and Mr. Zhong himself was a little surprised.

After being a Lone Ranger for about a year, Mr. Zhong's reputation is even greater than when he was in the rescue organization.

He is often asked for help.

In one year, he rescued hostages, rescued refugees, lurked violent terrorist organizations, and worked as an external support for Interpol.

Mr. Zhong's life is even more fulfilling than in Ares Manor.

He remembered that about a year later, when he was resting one day, the Interpol suddenly found him and said that he needed his help. Their undercover agent lost contact in the drug lord's den.

They suspect that there is a traitor inside, and they are investigating now, and their people can't be used. Ask Mr. Zhong if he can help them find the colleague who lost contact.

At that time, the head of the field team of Interpol had a very low tone, as if he felt that the undercover agent should have been exposed and sacrificed. Mr. Zhong remembered that the team leader of the field team said with emotion, "That is our best colleague."

As long as human life is at hand, Mr. Zhong is obliged to do so. He decisively agreed to the matter, and then began to collect information on drug dealer organizations.

Mr. Zhong's skills in all aspects have greatly improved during his one year as a lone ranger. He sometimes laughs when he recalls it. If it was three years ago, when he was the heir of the Mars family, how could he I can't even believe that I can even be a hacker.

Human life is at stake, Mr. Zhong's investigation is very fast, and he quickly found a loophole in the drug trafficking organization, pretending to be an addict, and then disclosing the drug dealer's information to another drug trafficking organization when the drug dealer was trading , Taking advantage of the black and white of both sides, saved the life of a small leader of this drug trafficking organization.

The trust of desperadoes is not so easy to gain, and Mr. Zhong did not think twice about breaking into them. He only needs a reasonable identity to sneak in.

Mr. Zhong was placed in an inconspicuous position by the little boss, which was exactly what Mr. Zhong asked for. He needed this kind of unobtrusive position so that he could collect other people's information.

He plays a cowardly junkie, the kind who is happy as long as he can get a little drug every day.

Such a person is the least threatening, and no one will worry that he will be ambitious and take other people's positions, because such a person may kill himself one day.

Within two days, someone took the initiative to talk to Mr. Zhong, a boring gourd.

"Zhong, I brought something good again, do you want to have a taste?" the man said mysteriously.

Mr. Zhong made a look of embarrassment and said, "No, if something happens, I will be cleaned up by the boss."

Even though he said so, Mr. Zhong's eyes were still looking longingly at the thing in the man's arms.

The man chuckled, stuffed a small bag of white crystals in his arms into Mr. Zhong's hand, and said, "Can't you just let the boss know?"

He glanced around, and after making sure there was no one there, he leaned into Mr. Zhong's ear and whispered, "New products, the ones sold outside are on fire, and I'll bring them here for you to try."

Mr. Zhong showed an expression of eagerness when he heard the words, quickly put away the things in his hands, and then repeatedly confirmed with him, "Is it really all right? I won't be killed if the boss finds out."

"No, no." The man shook his head to reassure Mr. Zhong, and said, "Boss is busy guarding an undercover police officer recently, so he has no time to investigate you."

Mr. Zhong was taken aback, "What, an undercover police officer sneaked in?"

"How fresh, we are such a big organization, how many undercover agents have to come in a year, it turns out that they will be discovered when they come in, this is just a little longer, but it doesn't matter, it will not be discovered by us in the end, our organization is Invincible, I guess this can be hidden for such a long time because it looks so good-looking."

Mr. Zhong doesn't understand how there is any relationship between being too good-looking and the length of time he hides.

The man patted Mr. Zhong and said, "You are stupid. Usually the undercover agents who come here choose the kind of inconspicuous looking ones, and try not to attract attention. This time their Interpol got a very good-looking one. Who can tell?" Thinking of being an undercover agent?"

With such an explanation, there seems to be no problem.

Mr. Zhong knew that the person he was looking for had already been found.

(End of this chapter)