Invisible Guardian: The Biggest Winner

Sun Zhengqing was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to open the door, he stopped again.

I remembered the organization's regulations. If I opened the door at this time, I might be misunderstood by the messenger.

Killed by mistake, there is no place to cry.

He could only give up opening the door and bent down to pick up the envelope.

After entering the underground warehouse, Sun Zhengqing opened the envelope and read the contents above:

[It's not convenient to meet up during this time, if you have any questions, you can write in the letter, according to the previous contact information, the letter will be delivered to me.In addition, Comrade Gu Cheng, I have some unfortunate news to convey to you.Your son, Sun Zumin, died in the secret service prison three days ago, please mourn. —Number two. 】

"My son...is dead?"

Sun Zhengqing only felt his head buzzing. He hadn't seen his son for nearly ten years.

But no matter how he thought about it, when he got news of his son again in the past ten years, it turned out to be his death!

Sun Zhengqing only felt that his eyes were darkened, and everything was over.

I don't know how long it took for Sun Zhengqing to recover. He read the letter again, and after learning the news of his son's death, he couldn't help weeping in pain.

He immediately picked up his pen and wanted to ask Number Two.

Why was my son caught by the secret agents and sent to prison?

Why die in prison?

Sun Zhengqing stopped writing the letter less than halfway.

Because he knew that No. [-] would definitely not approve his request.

How can you use the power of the organization because of personal matters?

But Sun Zhengqing was so unwilling, his son died so inexplicably, how could any other father be willing to let it go?

"correct……"

Sun Zhengqing stood up involuntarily, and took out the hidden suitcase.

Opening it, Sun Zhengqing's eyes flashed as he looked at the neatly laid out dollar bills: "The organization can't help me, so I can only check it myself."

"Yellow Bird...give the money to me and let me transfer it to the organization instead of him handing it over to the organization directly. There must be a reason for the incident. Maybe he is cut off from the second channel."

"This money...I will use it for the time being. After I find out who killed my son, I will slowly earn the money back and hand it over to the organization."

After Sun Zhengqing made up his mind to pay attention, he put away the cash box and used it as funds for his own investigation into the cause of his son's death.

……

Half a drink.

In order to take care of Fang Min's emotions, Lu Wen gave his employees several days of paid leave.

"Boom, boom, I'm coming in."

Without getting permission, Lu Wen still opened the door and came in. He glanced at the food on the table, but still didn't move.

"Fang Min."

Lu Wen came to Fang Min's side and said softly, "You haven't eaten for several days."

"I'm not hungry, I'm going out."

Fang Min had a cold face.

Lu asked, "What are you doing out there?"

Fang Min: "I want to go out and relax."

Lu Wen lifted the pillow, and a shining fruit knife lay there.

He said: "You promised me not to take it out. I agreed to let you go out to relax."

Two days ago, Fang Min said he wanted to go out to relax, but Lu Wen's subordinates had no objection, as long as nothing happened to Fang Min.

However, these two subordinates did not expect that Fang Min secretly rushed to Yahui News Agency to find Xiao Tu with a fruit knife.

Fortunately, those two subordinates were only low in IQ, not mentally handicapped, so they quickly grabbed Fang Min and brought him back.

"Why do you care about me!"

Fang Min pursed his bloodless lips, stared at Lu and asked, "I don't want you, a traitor, to control me!"

Lu Wen picked up the fruit knife and said calmly, "You think I, like Xiao Tu, are traitors, right?"

"Is not it?"

The death of Fang Hanzhou hit Fang Min hard, he had mental problems, and even hated the house and black people: "You always say you are patriotic, but everything you do is the work of traitors!"

Lu Wen was not angry, and Fang Min was not wrong to think so, because she knew too little, so she came to the wrong conclusion.

"At nine o'clock tonight, Major General Tokuzo Okamoto of the Japanese Army will meet his colleagues at a Japanese-style bar in Hongkou."

Lu Wen looked at the fruit knife and observed its sharp edge.

"Tonight, I'll kill them... just use your knife."

Looking up at the delicate Fang Min, Lu asked, "Does this prove that I'm not a traitor?"

Chapter 0067

At nine o'clock in the evening, the door of a Japanese-style bar in Hongkou.

A man came out of the Japanese-style bar, came to the opposite restaurant, and sat down at Lu Wen and Fang Min's table.

Taking off his top hat, the man was obviously Hu Yibiao. He said, "Sir, the target has appeared. Besides, he has three colleagues."

"Three more? Very good, let's kill them."

Lu Wen picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then asked, "How's the defense inside?"

"The defensive strength is a bit strong..." Hu Yibiao dipped his hand in tea and drew a schematic diagram on the table: "After entering the door, turn right to the third table, which is the target. The second table before which, With the fourth one, the first, second, and third tables on the other side are all Japanese military police..."

"Apart from the fact that the target is not counted, there are more than a dozen Japanese to deal with."

Hu Yibiao persuaded: "I said... Mr. Chu, this assassination is not appropriate, please take it easy? Even if you succeed in killing them, this is the territory of the Japanese, and you can't escape."

Lu Wen said indifferently: "I have a solution, and it's not a head-on confrontation. Just wait for the good news."

He said that when Lu asked to get up, he was about to leave.

But Fang Min grabbed Lu Wen's wrist: "It's better... forget it. Even if you don't do this, I believe you are not a traitor. Before... I was too emotional."

Her childhood sweetheart had rebelled, her father was dead, and she didn't want to lose another person who was kind to her.

"Don't worry, I will come back safely." Lu Wen took Fang Min's hand away: "I am also partly responsible for your father's death."

Picking up the top hat, covering his head, he turned and left the restaurant.

"land……"

Fang Min anxiously wanted to catch up, but Hu Yibiao took Fang Min's hand and said, "Miss Fang, just listen to your husband and stay at ease. You won't be able to help much if you go."

After a pause, Hu Yibiao said again: "Also, don't call out Mr.'s name, this is a Japanese place, if it is written down, it will easily cause trouble..."

Seeing Fang Min glaring at him, Hu Yibiao shut up wisely, just at this time the waiter came to serve the food, he said: "Come, have something first. The sir will be back soon."

Fang Min glanced out of the window worriedly. After being disturbed by Hu Yibiao, Lu Wen's figure had long been lost.

Entering the bar from the main entrance, every move will be stared at by the Japanese inside the store, which is very inconvenient to move.

Therefore, Lu Wen went around to the back door of the bar.

It happened that there was a waiter smoking at the back door, the flame on his mouth was flickering, and he was looking up at the night sky, as if he was thinking about his future life.

Lu Wen took a look, sneaked over, grabbed his chin from behind, and twisted it lightly, breaking his life.

Dragging him to a dark corner, only a rustling sound was heard. When Lu Wen walked in the back door, he had already put on his employee uniform.

Coming to the busy back kitchen, Lu Wen took the initiative to say in Japanese after entering, "I am the new Ishida, please take care of me."

"Oh."

The Japanese responded indifferently, and then pointed to the appetizers on the table: "Send them to tables No. [-] and No. [-]."

"Hi Yi."

Lu Wen picked up two appetizers, didn't rush to start, and honestly delivered them to tables No. [-] and No. [-].

After confirming the location of the Japanese military police and the location of the target, Lu Wen began to act.

When he came to the bar, Lu Wen said to the bartender: "Mr. Okamoto wants a bottle of 80-year-old whiskey to reward his subordinates."

Whether it's true or not, the bartender can't run over to make sure.

The bartender turned naturally and picked up a bottle of 80 year old whiskey.

"I'll just come."

Lu Wen took the whiskey, uncorked the bottle, took out a pack of Shengtian powder bought for ten points from his pocket, and poured it in.

As the name suggests, after drinking this stuff, the soul will ascend to heaven, which is more exciting than taking drugs, and it is limited to one time per person in a lifetime.

Western wine only needs to pour a third or a quarter of a wine glass, and it will make people suspicious if it is too much.

Therefore, this entire batch of whiskey was poured into more than twenty goblets.

When the glass was placed on the tray, the bartender reached for a glass: "This is a few more glasses."

"..."

In this regard, Lu Wen gave him the most sincere smile, and he couldn't stop him from dying.

When he came to a table of guests, Lu Wenjiang put down the wine glass and said, "This is a gift from our store for free. Please take care of me in the future."

"Thank you."

With free wine, they are naturally not polite.

If you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard.

However, free things are the most expensive things in the world.

Lu Wen nodded his head and walked to the next table.