The northern suburb of Jinghua City, the capital of China.
The emerald green maple leaves swayed slowly with the wind and made a swishing sound. A few unknown birds jumped around tirelessly in the depths of the leaves on this rare afternoon without sandstorms, and occasionally made a few crisp and melodious sounds. tweet.
The sunlight tearing through the lush green leaves obliquely shines on the wall of a heavily guarded building. From a distance, the whole building exudes a mysterious color.
On the sofa near the rear window in the slightly empty director's office of the third national security department on the third floor, an elderly man in his fifties was sitting in a sitting position, but the habit he had developed for a long time made him In front of the subordinates who were standing in front of them waiting for orders, their bodies were also straight, like a cliff cut by a knife, giving people a feeling that they dare not look up.
Zhou Yueliang, the chief of the intelligence department, took out a box of red pandas, took a few steps forward and took out one and handed it to the director Song Mingji: "Director, there is news from Pearl Tiger Head that the kamikaze team from country r has recently joined forces with Taiwan in Hong Kong's three-in-one team." They are planning to take action at the upcoming concert to celebrate the return of the Pearl of China, do you think we should launch plan b to ensure the smooth progress of the concert?"
He took the lighter and lit it for Song Mingji, and then continued: "I guess Plan A alone may not be able to cope with these two sudden changes."
Song Mingji exhaled, silently looking at the head of the intelligence department who had followed him for more than ten years.
He moved his shoulders slightly and said slowly: "Deputy Section Chief Chen also notified me through a secret line last night, not only the forces of country r and Taiwan, but also some bad actors from country h that have been tacitly approved by their country Power, and country m seems to be unwilling to be left alone. It seems that even if plan b is launched, it may not be guaranteed to be foolproof."
He slowly stood up, walked around the coffee table a few steps back and forth, his brows were always furrowed.
Whenever he saw Song Mingji like this, Zhou Yueliang knew that he was weighing the pros and cons of a matter in his heart, and he just stood there quietly, motionless.
After a long time, Song Mingji finally stopped and raised his head to ask: "Is that trouble-loving boy from the wolf team safe in Mingzhu recently?"
Zhou Yueliang was slightly taken aback, but then he understood what he meant, he subconsciously leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "Director, are you goingto make that old man angry again?"
Now Song Mingji is like a fine old fox, with an exaggerated smile on his face, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seem to be stretching his waist: "Yes, if I remember correctly, that kid was changed from three to three. No. 1 Prison secretly proposed that it was only over a week before he was sent to Mingzhu, right? Although he committed an unforgivable crime some time ago, the meaning of the above"
Song Mingji pointed to the top of the ceiling: "Isn't it because of the old man's back that he acquiesced in this method of changing his identity, playing tricks, secretly sending Mingzhu away but reporting that he had been shot?"
When Zhou Yueliang heard the director mention this kid, his face was full of excitement: "Yes, although the old man of the Yue family was very angry this time, and even scolded Mr. Zhao, but everyone understands that he must be reluctant. Kacha, his precious grandson, after all, the old Yue family has to rely on that little bastard to carry on the family line, right?"
As he spoke, he attached Song Mingji's ear mysteriously: "I heard that the kid's grandma, Aunt Wang, separated from the old man because of this matter."
"Oh? You also know this? Why didn't I find it in the submitted documents?" Now Song Mingji was completely refreshed, saying that gossip is the monopoly of petty citizens. Also quite interested.
Zhou Yueliang sneered: "Gossip Hehe, but it is absolutely reliable. As for why you don't know, it's too simple, because who dares to send their old Yue's family affairs to you? If the old man Once you show off your power, I guess even if you and Boss Zhao go with eight bottles of top-quality Moutai, I'm afraid he will have to repair it and go home lying down"
Hearing what Zhou Yueliang said, Song Mingji couldn't help but tremble: "I'm afraid I'm not so lucky to go home lying down? If the old man is really angry, I guess you will have to go to Babaoshan to report to me afterwards "
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The phone on the desk rang quickly.
Song Mingji waved Zhou Yueliang who wanted to answer the phone, and picked up the phone himself: "HelloI'm Song Mingji."
Zhou Yueliang walked over to the sofa against the wall. He knew very well that it is better not to hear some words than to hear them.
After a long time, when Zhou Yueliang stubbed out the fourth class cigarette, Song Mingji?It's always coming, isn't it? Now that there is nothing bothering to patronize, why don't you happily let your eyes appreciate the long legs of the beauty in a miniskirt who just passed by?
The long-legged miniskirt beauty tilted the flower umbrella in her hand, looked up at the sun, and then quickly lowered her head, isn't it? The evening sun is not so strong, but why do I always feel my legs are warm?
She looked back subconsciously, and saw a man in ordinary clothes staring at her legs with an evil smile, couldn't help blushing, and cursed in a low voice: "Rogue"
But in exchange for a frivolous whistle from Yue Qi.
Just kidding, have you ever seen such a handsome gangster? Yue Qi muttered angrily in his heart, his eyes kept following the beauty's figure until he could no longer see clearly, then he shook his body slightly and made a satisfied expression.
Yue Qi took the cigarette butt from his mouth and threw it into the trash can beside him. Although few people smoke in public places on the streets of Mingzhu, Yue Qi doesn't care about it. If we don't support the tobacco industry, wouldn't the country have a lot less tax revenue? This is also a disguised form of support for the construction of the four modernizations, isn't it?
The more Yue Qi thought about it, the more he felt that he would not only kill people, but also worry about the country, and he couldn't help being secretly proud. Looking up at the Jiajiale supermarket across the road, I suddenly remembered that I needed to buy some daily necessities.
What to buy? Hmm At least I have to buy toothpaste, and every time I mess with that fat man, I will be muttered and scolded madly. Yue Qi was thinking about what to buy this time while crossing the road.
Just when he was halfway to the road, there was a sudden screeching sound of brakes, and the front of a silver-gray car barely stopped beside Yue Qi.
Yue Qi turned around and looked up at the traffic lights in the direction of the car.
That's right, it is indeed a red light. As long as it is reasonable, I can travel all over the world without fear. He raised his foot and kicked the silver-gray front of the car! He said in his mouth, "You didn't fucking have eyes? Didn't you see that it was a red light, and you almost ran into me, do you know?"
With a bang, the door of the car opened suddenly, and a foot in red pointed high-heeled shoes stretched out.
Yue Qi looked up along the shoes, and a white and slippery calf full of sensuality without stockings came into his eyes, which made his heart beat faster suddenly. He opened his mouth and swallowed the words he was about to scold.
He raised his head and glanced at the woman who got out of the car. She was about 1.70 meters tall, with a white baseball cap on her head and a pair of oversized sunglasses on her face. She was wearing a black v-neck cut-out long-sleeved dress, revealing her snow-white skin, and a silver collar hung from her neck with a silk thread, hanging in front of the looming deep groove. Below is a knee-length black fur skirt, and the bare calves are even more dazzling to our men's eyes.
Yue Qi swallowed his saliva, and looked at the car again, it was a Lamborghini. He murmured to himself: "Damn it, whose mistress drove a Lamborghini on the street to show off? I'm not afraid of being molested by my father." (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com