Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

In the car leading to the branch station where the incident occurred, Wu Mian looked at the ambulances speeding toward the business district, the wealthy people's private medical teams, and the rows of fire trucks. He asked Shen Jiahong next to him: "Our people,

Have they all been evacuated?"

"Don't worry, everyone who hidden the dragon has withdrawn!"

Shen Jiahong nodded and responded somewhat happily: "If you hadn't stepped forward to intercept Zhou Fuguang before, our people would have been surrounded."

"Zhou Fuguang is suspicious by nature. If I show up, he will definitely think that I have something to do with the killers. With his character, after seeing me show up, he will definitely think that I have sent the killers away."

Wu Mian lowered the window and let a ray of night breeze blow on his face: "I'm very lucky tonight, Zhou Fuguang didn't dare to gamble."

"I don't think this is luck, but an inevitable result. Zhou Fuguang and you are both in high positions. No one would have thought that you would take risks for a group of gunmen unless they knew your identity."

Shen Jiahong rubbed his palms and looked at Wu Mian: "You used to never take risks for other people."

"The use is mutual, and the trust is also mutual. Although the bottom members of the Hidden Dragon Organization don't know who I am, they are working for me after all."

Wu Mian recalled how he had just taken the risk to show up and cut off the Hidden Dragon Organization. He once again thought of Nan Ci, who had a private deal with Zhang Xingxian, and felt helpless: "It seems that some things are really contagious."

Shen Jiahong obviously did not understand the meaning of this sentence: "Infectious?"

"Zhang Xingxian knew my name and saw my portrait when he was dealing with Nan Ci before. I can't come forward to interrogate him. I'll leave this matter to you."

Wu Mian lazily changed the topic: "Before Zhou Fuguang sees him, he must get the confession... Since Zhang Xingxian has relatives in the security department, let him choose a more dignified way to die."

…

In another car, Zhou Fuguang's face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears: "Have the identities of the attackers been found?"

The young police officer next to him showed the bracelet projection in front of Zhou Fuguang: "Those weapons are all purchased on the black market, and their identities have nothing to do with each other. The only thing they have in common is that they all have experience of serving in the army, but they are not comrades in arms, nor are they from the same hometown.

We haven’t caught anyone alive, so we can’t make a judgment without making any confessions, but the investigation team has already begun to trace the identities of these people.”

Another police officer interrupted: "You don't need to think about it. They are all Wu Mian's people. Just check Wu Mian!"

"Check Wu Mian? How many lives do you have?!"

The young man who reported the situation glanced sideways at his colleague: "Wu Mian is also a policeman, and his administrative level is one level higher than that of Zhou Chu. It is as difficult for outsiders to get close to Zhou Chu as it is to get close to Wu Mian! As a member of the Ninth Division, Wu Mian

The spy chief has always been known for his unscrupulous tactics. Who is going to investigate? You go?"

Zhou Fuguang suppressed the argument between the two with one sentence: "It is indeed unrealistic to start the investigation from Wu Mian. His identity is very sensitive. If we investigate him without evidence, he can find any excuse to kill our people.

This is giving someone away! Without evidence, even if you know that those killers are related to him, there is nothing you can do!"

The young police officer turned off his bracelet and made a sworn promise: "Don't worry Zhou Chu, I will order the people in the investigation team to do their best to identify the killers. Once the connection between them and Wu Mian is found, we will find out the identity of those killers."

Report it as soon as possible."

"I know this is difficult, but it depends on people. Let the people below pay more attention. As long as we can get the evidence that Wu Mian colluded with the killer to steal everything, we can trample the Jiu Chu under our feet."

Zhou Fuguang knocked on the armrest of the seat, with anger that could not be hidden in his eyes: "If I can bring down Wu Mian, I will go to the ministry and ask for credit from all the three departments."

The member next to him was about to say something, but was interrupted by a phone call. After a brief chat, his expression changed drastically: "Chu Zhou, there is a call from the branch saying that Zhang Xingxian is dead!"

"died?!"

Zhou Fuguang sat up straight: "Wu Mian, this bastard, what is he doing?!"

"People from the branch said that Zhang Xingxian committed suicide. When Section 9 questioned him, someone from the branch was supervising. Zhang Xingxian bit into pieces a tooth that was hiding poison..."

"Bullshit!" Zhou Fuguang yelled: "Do you think the Ninth Branch needs to do it personally if it wants to kill a stained person like Zhang Xingxian? Hurry to the branch. I want to see how Wu Mian explains it to me!"

…

Although Wu Mian and Zhou Fuguang are both elite agents of the coalition government, their working relationship is entirely within the police system and not directly under the Congressional Office. This is why Wu Mian used the excuse of "protecting important witnesses" to take away Zhang Xingxian.

s reason.

After the head of the branch received the news of Zhang Xingxian's suicide, he sat on the chair for a long time with weak legs and could not stand up. He does not have the deep background of Wu Mian and Zhou Fuguang. Once this kind of thing is investigated, he will definitely take the blame.

that person.

After Zhou Fuguang entered the office, he completely ignored the pale-faced branch director. Instead, he walked up to Wu Mian and asked without any pretense: "Wu Mian, what the hell do you mean today, first..."

"Zhang Xingxian's matter has nothing to do with me."

Wu Mian knew that Zhou Fuguang was angry, so he did not adopt a tough attitude, but interrupted him calmly: "You also know his background, and with the face of his brother-in-law, we cannot take coercive measures against him, nor can we take any coercive measures against him."

There is no interrogation, only routine questioning, during which he has the freedom to speak on the phone."

Zhou Guang sneered: "Do you think I will believe this excuse?"

"This is the fact. Believe it or not is your own business. The reason why I said there was no need to kill Zhang Xingxian is because he had already confessed about the Spiritual Religion before his death, and I had no reason to continue killing him.

"

Wu Mian threw Zhang Xingxian's transcript on the table: "He wanders among several major companies and has all kinds of shady information in his hands. With such a big commotion in Xianlefang today, it is inevitable that there will be no one."

The company was unsure and threatened him. The middleman is a hard-working business, and the news of our arrest cannot be hidden from the company’s intelligence department."

"Have you obtained the confession?"

Zhou Fuguang didn't know about Zhang Xingxian's previous deal with Nan Ci. According to normal logical analysis, except that Wu Mian wanted to monopolize the information, he really couldn't think of Wu Mian's reason for killing Zhang Xingxian. The doubts in his heart faded a little, and he stepped forward and picked up the table.

As he flipped through the transcripts, his face became more and more ugly: "Damn it! Didn't Director Zhao say that this spiritual sect is a non-governmental organization? This information seems to be so evil?"