Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 12: The death of the "big man" is shocking!

When something like this happened at the funeral, the subsequent funeral process had to be ended in a hurry.

Zhao Li's relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms each paid a brief tribute and then left on their own.

"Come out another day, let's get together, brothers." Wu Ye stood next to the Rolls-Royce, looked at the three comrades and said hello.

Wang Changping nodded, but his thoughts were not here at all.

Liu Wenyuan did the same, turning his head and looking at Zhao Li's tombstone with a complicated expression.

"Grandpa, grandpa, was the grandpa who passed away today...a great hero?" Wu Tong ran to Wu Ye and asked curiously with wide eyes.

Hearing this, the four comrades were stunned at the same time.

Wu Ye couldn't help but breathe quickly, and there was a flash of fear in his eyes, but he suppressed the emotion, lovingly touched his little granddaughter's head, and said with a forced smile: "Yes, that grandpa is a great hero! A well-deserved hero. !”

Wu Tong showed an expression of realization, smiled happily, and then nodded heavily.

The three grandsons behind her lowered their heads with red faces, respecting Zhao Li even more in their hearts.

But then, Wu Ye looked up at the other three comrades.

Their expressions all became unnatural.

hero?

No, Zhao Li is not a hero.

But it is an existence that they cannot imagine and dare not imagine...

Zhang Zheng waved his hands towards his brothers: "Come on, let's go back first. We'll discuss this matter another day."

After saying hello one by one, Wu Ye, Wang Changping, and Liu Wenyuan's luxury car slowly started to leave.

"Zhang Chu, it's time for us to leave," the deputy reminded.

Zhang Zheng was looking at the tombstone, his dark eyes still filled with a little fear and complexity.

"Well, let's go."

After saying that, he stepped into the car.

The black crowd let out a roar and then drove away from the Ridge Cemetery.

So far.

The cemetery was completely quiet, completely different from the "lively" scene just now.

Only Zhao Li's tombstone is left, and this ordinary tomb that will forever imprison him.

But starting from today, this tomb has become no longer simple.

Because the owner of the tomb had an extremely legendary, mysterious and complicated life.

…

Fenglan City, Intelligence Information Bureau.

Affiliated to Guoanju and subordinate to the Eleventh Branch.

Director Fu Yuheng was dressed in a crisp suit, followed by two clerks, and walked towards the administrative building.

Buzz——

Just as Fu Yuheng had just walked to the administrative building, a black Volkswagen with white background drove over.

Fu Yuheng paused and looked sideways.

Click——

The car door is opened.

Zhang Zheng, with a slightly confused look on his face, stepped out of the car from the back door.

"Pay the game!" Zhang Zheng stood up straight as soon as he got out of the car, looked squarely in his eyes, and moved smoothly.

Fu Yuheng nodded and asked casually: "Have you finished attending the funeral?"

Fu Yuheng knew that Zhang Zheng had asked for leave from him about attending the funeral.

Upon hearing Fu Yuheng's question about the funeral, Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said hesitantly: "Participation... is over."

Fu Yuheng ignored it, said "hmm" and prepared to walk into the administrative building.

"Fu Bureau! There is something I think I should tell you..." Zhang Zheng quickly called to Fu Yuheng who wanted to leave.

Fu Yuheng just raised his foot and put it back to its original place. He turned back and stared at Zhang Zheng in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Zheng looked at the security guards on both sides, then walked to Fu Yuheng in a few steps: "Fu Yuheng, please take a step to speak."

Fu Yuheng's doubts became more serious, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Following Zhang Zheng to the side, Fu Yuheng said with a straight face: "What on earth is going on? It's so mysterious."

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Zheng whispered in Fu Yuheng's ear: "Fu Bureau, didn't I go to the funeral today? But something strange happened at the funeral..."

Zhang Zheng told Fu Yuheng exactly what happened at the funeral without adding any fuel to the fire.

Fu Yuheng's face turned blue and white as he listened. After hearing the white-haired old man appear, salutes were fired, and war songs were played. When he saluted, his face became even more unsteady, full of disbelief.

"There's still this matter!" Fu Yuheng stared at Zhang Zheng in disbelief with his eyes widened.

Zhang Zheng nodded heavily: "It's absolutely true, pay the bureau. I saw these with my own eyes. Although there is no video to prove it, you know that if the video was taken..."

Fu Yuheng raised his hand to interrupt, his brows furrowed.

"I'm asking you again, is this true? Did you really see the old unlicensed red flag, the man in black, and the old man with white hair?" Fu Yuheng asked again to confirm.

After all, this is not a trivial matter. If it is an own mistake, the consequences will not be something he can bear.

Zhang Zheng was not bored. He nodded again and said seriously: "Fu Bureau, I can swear to God that everything I said is true."

hiss--

Fu Yuheng stopped for a long time, digesting the sudden news.

"Okay, I understand. You should go back first. This matter must be kept secret and no one can tell it. Do you understand?" Fu Yuheng confessed, turned around and walked towards the administrative building.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand and saluted: "Yes! Pay the game."

Then, he put down his hand, looked at Fu Yuheng's hurried away figure, and sighed.

Brother Zhao's identity is definitely beyond his reach.

Moreover, through this funeral, he had a vague feeling that this incident would also cause an uproar in Guoan and even the entire China.

Until Zhao Li's identity was found out, as well as... his mysterious past.

…

The administrative building of the Intelligence and Information Bureau, in the office of the Bureau.

Fu Yuheng sent his deputy away and sat alone in the huge desk.

His brows were always furrowed and his eyes were fixed on the desktop, although there were no files on the desktop.

If what Zhang Zheng reported is true, that is, at the funeral of his old comrade, there really was a red flag without a license plate, a man in black holding a black umbrella on a sunny day, and a man in black with white hair who was full of aura. The old man... and the mysterious man sitting in the back row of the red flag who has never been seen but has a strong momentum.

Just from Zhang Zheng's description, Fu Yuheng knew that Zhao Li's identity was by no means simple!

The presence of such a figure at his funeral is enough to show that Zhao Li's identity is likely to be a high-level person, or someone he does not know about at all.

If his idea is true, then Fu Yuheng needs to report it to his superiors.

This is not a trivial matter, and it is even beyond the reach of his level.

This matter can only be reported to the superior immediately and let the superior handle the matter.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuheng made up his mind.

He picked up the landline phone on his desk and dialed a number decisively.

Toot toot—

After a while, there was a blind tone.

The phone was connected, and a pleasant female voice came from the phone.

"General Administration of National Security, Bureau Fu, what can I help you with?"

Fu Yuheng's tone was a little hasty and he said hurriedly: "I want to find Mr. Fang. There is a very important matter that needs to be reported to him."

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