Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Portland Street.

The second floor of an old house.

Two bartenders, dressed in suits and bow ties, stood behind the wooden bar.

They have white skin and blond hair, shaking the Boston shaker, making refreshing cocktails.

In the bar, there is a melodious jazz music.

This is a standard English cocktail, no matter the boss, waiter, or bartender, they are all white-skinned ghosts.

The guests are also dominated by ghosts.

Unlike most of the noisy dance halls, KTVs, and bars on Portland Street, the style, atmosphere and atmosphere are very good.

James Bond was wearing a black leather jacket. He walked to the bar and sat down, confidently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers: "Hi, man, the whiskey is sour! Shake well, don't stir!"

"Hi! Sir! As you wish!" A bartender smiled and greeted him very gently.

...

The bartender began to mix the wine.

A ghost lady wearing a white suit with curly hair, a little older, walking with a glass of cranberry wine, sitting quietly next to James: "Bond, long time no see."

The bartender presented a glass of whiskey sour.

James Bond tasted the wine and smiled: "Mrs. M, you are still as beautiful as your wine."

The bartender stood in front, raised his eyes, and looked to the ceiling.

He believes that if it were not for the pressure of life, the handsome guy in front of him would not open his eyes and talk nonsense.

What if the other party has started to talk nonsense? Oh! God! That must be a rich woman!

"I hope I can see you next time, and see every employee one by one." Mrs. M said here, put her head close to Bond's ear, her red lips moved lightly, and whispered: "Every one of me Excellent CIA agent."

"They shouldn't die on Hong Kong Island."

The bartender turned his head back to mix the other guests.

He really didn't want to witness a flirting scene between a handsome young man and an old woman.

This will make him feel like a pervert.

And Bond also leaned into Mrs. M’s ear and preached: “As you know, I also noticed that the Hong Kong Island Police are investigating our precious agents, but we are ready and we will not send any more in the next operation. Agents appeared on the scene. Now even if they check, they can't find a few of our elites, at most they can touch a few outsiders."

"I almost forgot, I did it once."

"They may find me, but I am not afraid, just as you are not afraid." James Bond preached.

Mrs. M picked up the exquisite wine glass in front of her, and sipped her wine briefly: "But the action to eliminate the defectors must continue!"

"I have made a plan and will contact the people of Unit 701." James Bond mentioned another terrible name, which was so terrible that Mrs. M was a little surprised: "You mean the transformation that the military secretly supports. Troops?"

"Cut! What transforms people!" James Bond was a bit disdainful: "It's just some inferior experimental products that use drugs to cut off pain. These experimental products have been studied in various countries, but they are always inferior. They are only equipped to solve some dirty tasks. ."

"Mr. Governor has something to do with the military, and you can also mobilize people from Unit 701." James Bond toasted and drank the sour whiskey, ah exclaimed, and said with a comfortable face: "After the execution of this operation, the army Fang will clear Troop 701! Civilized society does not need them!"

Mrs. M showed a little sympathy on her face, but as an intelligence officer, even a female intelligence officer.

She also knows reality.

The sympathy on his face quickly disappeared.

Unit 701 is currently still under the jurisdiction of the military, has not launched a cleanup plan, and has not yet defected on a large scale.

However, it is said that there has been a defecting incident.

Of course, the 701 unit still has merits, and even the training it receives is more cruel and more powerful.

It is just the side effects of drug modification that make them easy to lose their sanity, making them unable to perform high-level tasks, and will eventually be abandoned by the military.

James Bond looks down on them, but does not deny their strength, so they will replace the Military Intelligence Department to execute the plan and eliminate the defectors. And he took the military intelligence agent secretly to hide behind the scenes, plan actions, and continue to work for the Hong Kong Island Government.

Being a human being... No matter which country you are in, brain eating is the key.

"James! I look forward to your return with honour!" Mrs. M raised the glass, gentleman James said with a smile: "Bond, please call me Bond."

"Ding!" The two wine glasses collided, James drank all the drinks in one sip, and took a photo of Zhang pound happily: "Goodbye.M, Qsir is waiting for me at home."

"You not only play with old rich women, but you also play with men?" The bartender turned his head and watched James leave, with a little surprise in his eyes, and immediately regretted: "I knew I should have contact with this gentleman... "

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next day.

In the evening.

Central, in front of a western restaurant.

Mr. Chen Yingjie, the director of a certain department of the Education Bureau, took his family into the restaurant for dinner.

The five people in the family walked out of the restaurant with a smile, holding hands after dining.

A six-member joint protection group, dressed in suits, carrying weapons, and surrounded by a family.

A group of people had the feeling of a big boss dining. They shouted and hugged the bodyguards in their suits.

But "Chen Yingjie" is not the big boss, and the joint protection team is not used for pomp. They will appear because of danger!

At this time, several gunshots sounded in succession, and at the flower garden at the entrance of the restaurant, a few flowers flew petals away. The elites of the protection group who smelled the danger responded quickly. Two of them pawned three bullets for the VIP. Then a gunshot rang out at the restaurant door, and the whole restaurant screamed and panicked.

...

at night.

Seven o'clock.

In a high-end apartment in Kowloon District, a section chief of the Education Bureau is sitting in the study, holding a pen, and thinking about a document.

Starting today, the Chinese of the Education Bureau who intends to stand on Zhuang Shikai’s side have all stood up with a clear-cut stand, and started to intervene in reform actions from the administration.

To be honest, the Hong Kong Governor is determined to implement education reforms, and there is no need to vote or vote at all. This is because the top executives of the Education Bureau are all ghosts, and they are completely in the hands of the Governor of Hong Kong, and even voting cannot be stopped.

Therefore, if the Chinese want to prevent education reform, they can only adopt the "three no principles" of "refusal to cooperate, refuse to obey, and refuse to implement." Guilao executives can't approve every document by themselves, and write every copy by themselves, right?

And under the influence of Zhuang Shikai, Guilao can't even find a printing factory now! Hong Kong Island does not have Chinese printing companies who dare to cooperate with the Education Bureau. The funny thing is that there are no British-owned printing houses on Hong Kong Island because of the low profits of the printing plants.

How do foreigners think about this little business? The Education Bureau wanted to buy the printing factory at a high price, but no one sold it, not because Sir Zhuang would pay a higher price, but because Sir Zhuang made a statement.

It is said that the Governor’s Office is considering purchasing printing equipment from abroad and re-establishing a printing plant on Hong Kong Island.

Of course, when he bought the printing equipment back, the education reform campaign would have been scrapped. No matter how much you buy, it's nothing.

Now the work of the Education Bureau has stalled, and gradually other bureaucrats and even grassroots employees have begun to take the initiative to contact the people around Zhuang Ye in an attempt to respond to the call of Zhuang Ye.

The snowball began to slowly roll again, and the cohesion became stronger and stronger, and the hero-level figures had already set off!

Section Chief Zhao finished thinking and finally wrote: "Respect for Chinese history is the first principle for Hong Kong people to govern Hong Kong and Hong Kong people love Hong Kong..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Outside the apartment, a fierce gunfire sounded, and the joint protection team officers shouted loudly and fought hard, while Section Chief Zhao remained motionless and not surprised, and continued to work hard and scribble.

Some of the feelings of Hong Kong Island back then have reappeared.

the next day.

morning.

Zhuang Shikai finished a high-level meeting of the Operations Department and immediately returned to the office with Zhuo Jingquan.

Zhuo Jingquan just came up on the initiative, looking like he was going to report it to him, it seems that something has happened underneath.

I saw Zhuang Shikai sitting back in the back chair thoughtfully, picked up the coffee, took a sip of hot coffee and asked: "Did the MI Department do it?"

"Not theirs?"

Since the Military Intelligence Department’s first assassination of Mrs. Faye was able to employ assassins, it was also possible to adopt this method for the assassination of most Chinese bureaucrats.

This is why Zhuang Shikai wants to divide the thorough investigation of intelligence personnel and the protection of political targets into two operations...

If the opponent is directly on the court, it would be simple ~www.readwn.com~ The two actions are combined into one, and the direct action is good.

Anyway, the emotions are in place.

Supporters have also increased.

Zhuo Jingquan nodded: "Yes, the person who did it was not an agent of the MI Department."

"This is a live photo. Judging from their methods of action, they are more like professional killers." Zhuo Jingquan handed out a stack of photos and placed them on the desktop: "Still a top international killer!"

Zhuang Shikai lowered his head to pick up the photo, and kept pulling his hands, alternately, browsing.

He looked at the blood on the floor and the bodies of the guys in the photo.

Shen Sheng asked, "Did the brothers sacrifice a lot?"

Zhuo Jing took a deep breath: "A dozen."

"Still holding it!"

"VIP is not dead?" Zhuang Shikai put down the photo and asked again.

"No one!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "There were six assassinations last night, one escaped through the back door of the restaurant, one time to protect the target from hiding in the safe house, and the remaining four times were to support the arrival of police and stormtroopers in the jurisdiction. , Successfully repelled the criminals."

"Push the street!"

"Gui Lao's Military Intelligence Department really doesn't know how many killers there are!" Zhuang Shikai's eyes were stained with killing intent, and he asked in a rough voice, "Haven't a few killer corpses come back?"

"Yes!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "Senior Inspector Shi Qingyun, who was involved in the serious case in Mong Kok last night, rushed to the scene to support him. He led a **** battle with the killer and killed one."

"The key is... the key is that the autopsy report is strange." Zhuo Jingquan saw the expression of Sir Zhuang... that was the expression of mobilizing soldiers and horses to slaughter the killer.

"Where is the strange?" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyes to Zhuo Jingquan, looked at him up and down, and then simply picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Yazi, go to the forensic department to get an autopsy report."