The Master of Destiny In The City

"Section chief, they are dead, everyone is dead!" He Zhen said blankly and indifferently.

"What are you talking about? All of them are dead?" Du Bin's face suddenly changed wildly when He Zhen said what he said. He stared at He Zhen with wide-eyed eyes, and said in astonishment.

"Yes, section chief, all of them are dead." He Zhen nodded and said.

"All of them are dead, how did you survive?" Du Bin quickly noticed He Zhen's strangeness, and he sternly said to He Zhen.

According to common sense, all the people who went with He Zhen are dead. Shouldn't He Zhen be disillusioned and painful? How could it be as ordinary as it is now?

That kind of feeling is like those who are dead are not his subordinates, but cats and dogs who have nothing to do with him!

As the chief of the Central Secret Service Section, Du Bin has no idea how much he has gone through. The experience is extremely rich.How can he not detect He Zhen's abnormality?

While he was speaking, his right hand was already holding the handle of the gun at his waist.As long as He Zhen made any abnormal behavior, he would shoot He Zhen to death in the first place!

"Chief, the reason why I didn't die is because the judge of death did not kill me." He Zhen said. "540 Death Judge, he saved my life and asked me to come back and pass a word to you for him.

"What did he say?" Du Bin looked at He Zhen without blinking, and shouted.

He Zhenhu grinned, but did not answer. He stretched his right hand to his pocket.

"Take your hand out! Otherwise, I would shoot!" Du Bin snapped out the gun and pointed it at He Zhen, and said harshly.

"Section Chief, you don't need to be so nervous, I don't carry any weapons on my body." He Zhen spoke as he took a palm-sized piece of paper out of his pocket.

"If the death judge asked you to pass it to me, write it on it?" Du Bin stared at the piece of paper in He Zhen's hand and asked.

"Yeah." He Zhen nodded and said. "Chief, can you lend me a pen and use it?"

"What do you want a pen for?" Du Bin's eyes were full of alertness.

"Without a pen, how can I write down what the judge of death said?" He Zhen asked back.

"You don't have to write it on paper, just tell me (ahfg)." Du Bin shouted.

"Section chief, this kind of thing is not okay, the death judge ordered me to write it down on paper for you to see." He Zhen said. "The death judge's order is absolute, and I must not disobey it!"

"He Zhen, are you crazy? You are a member of the Central Secret Service of China, not the running dog of the magistrate who killed the judge. Why do you obey his orders?" Du Bin shouted.

"Section chief, the death judge's order is absolute." He Zhen said blankly. "You can either lend me a pen or shoot me directly."

"Damn it! What a wicked one!" Du saw the unreasonable look on Bin He Zhen's face, and thought of Qi Xuan and Xie Fei who committed suicide in a strange way, and he couldn't help but cursed fiercely.

"Here!" While pointing a gun at He Zhen, he found a pen from the contortion and threw it to He Zhen.

Although, his reason told him that it is best not to meet He Zhen's request. However, in his heart he wanted to know what the death judge would let He Zhen bring him.

Therefore, he finally made a decision and gave the pen to He Zhen!

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"..

After He Zhen took the pen, he immediately wrote on the palm-sized piece of paper.

"Bring the paper over, I want to see that so-called death judge Du Bin saw He Zhen finished writing, and immediately pointed a gun at He Zhen and said loudly.

However, before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly. And his bright eyes also became dull in an instant. That look, as if he had changed his soul, completely changed into another person!

"Section chief, do you know what you should do now?" He Zhen talked, stepped forward, and reached out to grab the gun in Du Bin's hand.

"Well, I see." Du Bin nodded blankly and responded.

Facing He Zhen's hand that grabbed his gun, he turned out to be indifferent. Even he took the initiative to plug the gun in his hand to He Zhen.

"Now that you know, go and complete your mission." He Zhen took the gun and said.

Du Bin turned around and strode out to the outside.

After He Zhen watched Du Bin leave, he reached out and took out a lighter from his pocket and burned the palm-sized piece of paper to ashes. Then, he pointed the muzzle at his head and pulled the trigger forcefully!

A few hours later, Jingshi, in a low-key and luxurious mansion.

"Old Geng, I'm sorry, the mission failed." Du Bin knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said in a heavy voice.

"What are you talking about? The mission failed?" Upon hearing this, Geng Lao immediately showed a shock and incredible expression on his face.

Du Lin, that is the most powerful officer under his hand. He has performed countless tasks. No matter how difficult the task is, he will complete it successfully. What he didn't expect was that Du Bin actually failed this time!

"Old Geng, Du Bin is incompetent, please punish me!" Du Bin said.

"Tell me what happened, I want to know the reason." Old Geng thought for a while and said.

"Old Geng, there is only one reason for my failure, that is, the death judge is not a person at all, but a god of death who has come out of hell!" Du said.

"Du Lin, are you serious?" Geng Lao's expression changed again and shouted.

"Old Geng, there are some things I can only tell you alone." Du Bin squinted at the guards standing on the left and right sides of the old man, and said.

"You go out first." Old Geng hesitated and said.

"Yes!" The two guards responded and left the office.

"Okay, you can talk now." Old Geng looked at Du Lin and said.

The recruiter, at this moment, Du Bin, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up suddenly.

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