Wind Rises in Dragon City

The latest website: Dragon City, the headquarters of the National Statistics Bureau.

Su Tianyu left, but Gu Baishun still had to work overtime for him and provide him with information support.

In the conference room of the Military Department, Gu Baishun held a large tea mug dedicated to veteran cadres, pointed to seven or eight liaison officers and ordered: "Secretly enable the second-level network call password. Secret order, B-level at the second district site of the Regional Affairs Division Intelligence agents, enter a state of sobriety, and find out the department that arrested Lu Feng as soon as possible, as well as the current place of detention. If necessary, you can bear the risk of revealing your identity, but you must ensure the safety of your fellow team members and yourself."

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded. The liaison officer immediately turned on the computer, logged in to the website where the intelligence officer could be contacted, or social software, etc., and quickly made a secret call.

These liaison officers actually do not know the detailed information of the military intelligence personnel in each district. They only have the secret code book at hand, and they are mainly responsible for communication, and they have no real power themselves.

Gu Baishun is currently the deputy director of the Bureau of General Statistics and concurrently the chief of the military department. His personal power is only under Su Tianyu, and he arranges all the dispatched intelligence agents in the second and third districts.

All in all, Gou Liuzi has thoroughly studied Gu Baishun, and almost developed his sinister temperament to the maximum.

When the liaison officer was calling, Guo Zhengdao came in from the outside, and said softly to Gu Baishun: "Tell me, is the boss's mind crowded by the door? Why do you still take the initiative when you know that the situation in the second district has changed?" Drilling into a dangerous place?"

"Zi Liu Liu!"

Gu Baishun took a sip of tea, bent down and sat on a chair, and replied, "Others are not paying enough attention, and the Sixth Office will not pay enough attention. Lu Feng can't delay this matter, otherwise, once he is confirmed to be engaged in espionage activities, no one will be able to save him." Come out to him. The director is going to put pressure on the other party. After all, there is a canal to protect the body. As long as the other party is insane, they will definitely not do anything. Otherwise, how many foreign trade companies in the second district will jump up and scold their mothers? ! "

Guo Zhengdao bent down and sat down: "That's right, do you think Lu Feng will be ordered?"

"It's hard to say. But his accident is the beginning of chaos among Chinese non-governmental organizations. The first, second and third districts are all battlefields." Gu Baishun said very precisely: "Look, in the next period of time, the massacres surrounding changes in this area will not It will be less."

Guo Zhengdao nodded.

"Report!"

While the two were talking, a liaison officer stood up and immediately shouted: "Second District, the intelligence agent code-named Qingshan Rabbit responded. He said he had understood the order from the bureau and would investigate as quickly as possible."

"Call back, I wish you well." Gu Baishun replied holding a teacup.

"Yes!"

"Report, code name—the intelligence agents of the third production team have responded!"

"Ditto."

"Report, the intelligence agent code-named Dulong has responded!"

"...!" Gu Baishun put down his teacup for a moment, frowning and said: "Fuck, this code name is a bit catchy! Call back, Zhu An. The organization persuades me to change the code name. I suggest using a sunny and healthy one."

Within about an hour, six secret intelligence agents responded to the call and entered the working state.

…

Late at night, after nine o'clock.

In a coffee shop in Manchester, a middle-aged man who was driving a Chinese leader in a municipal unit was sitting by the window, waiting quietly.

He is a B-level agent of the Bureau of General Statistics, a military intelligence soldier code-named Pangolin. This person has been in the Second District for more than two years. He just started working at the Port of London Wharf. After being introduced by someone, he came to the Second District to drive for the leader.

B-level military intelligence agents are generally the kind of personnel who can enter the system or come into contact with the system. They are directly managed by the leaders of the local site, and the level of confidentiality is very high.

The pangolin was wearing a very ordinary cheap suit, sitting on a chair, turning his head to look out the window from time to time.

He was waiting, waiting for a friend from the airport ground handling department to come. According to the information released by the upper echelon, Lu Feng was arrested at the airport, so the management department must have received the wind in advance, so inquiring from this line is likely to be fruitful.

The time was passing by every minute and every second, and the time agreed by the two of them had already passed.

The pangolin was anxious, looked down at his watch, took out his phone, and was about to contact a friend.

"Squeal!"

Just then, a young couple walked in from outside.

The pangolin glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and then looked out the window. He saw two more cars parked outside the alley on the left.

This feeling is very bad! The pangolin looked down at the watch again, and finally chose to pretend to dial the phone, and walked towards the bathroom.

The essence of military intelligence work is actually walking on the tip of a knife. For a long-term dormant agent, it is also very taboo to contact the information target suddenly, especially this kind of information target that has already been revealed.

What is Ming Pai?

An accident had already happened at the airport. At this time, a driver from the municipal unit suddenly contacted the staff inside the airport to inquire about the situation. It was very suspicious in itself, even if the two parties were friends.

However, there is no way around this. The information requested by the higher-ups is too urgent, and the pangolin can only use the fastest speed to make itself effective.

However, when he walked to the bathroom, the pangolin still had some regrets. He looked up at the sign in the corridor and saw the English sign for the back door exit.

"Shua!"

The pangolin put his right hand into his pocket, quickened his pace, and headed straight for the back door.

"Tread!"

Immediately afterwards, hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the rear corridor.

Without even thinking about it, the pangolin started to run wildly. At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eye that the young couple and four strong men were chasing after him.

"stop!"

"Don't move, or you'll shoot!"

"...!"

There was a shout from behind, and the pangolin smashed open a large pile of glove boxes, staggered out of the narrow corridor, and came to the iron door at the back of the coffee shop.

"Squeal!"

The door opened, and just as the pangolin was about to rush out, it saw two men in sportswear and peaked caps, each holding a large Remington sprayer, squinting at him.

The pangolin was taken aback for a moment, thinking that they were local military agents, and instinctively raised its arms to shoot.

"You go."

At this moment, the two of them moved away.

The pangolin paused, then rushed out.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The two pulled the bolts at the same time, and pointed their guns at the narrow corridor.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

"boom!"

"...!"

Gunshots exploded into the night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Blood mist rose in the corridor, and the six Sixth Division officers who were caught off guard were beaten to a **** mess by Remington, and their corpses fell to the ground in many places.

The pangolin was dumbfounded.

After hugging the fire, the two turned around and left, very crisp and neat.

"You...you are from the Operations Department of the Bureau?" Pangolin thought that he had met one of his own people, so he raised his head and asked.

Next to an off-road vehicle with its license plate covered, a thin young man with a peaked cap on his head raised his head and shouted at the pangolin: "There are only six of them here. You've been exposed. Go back to your hometown. ...!"

"What?" asked the pangolin.

"You tell Director Su that the old friend saved his life, and he owes us a favor." After the young man finished speaking, he pulled the car door and sat in, waving his hands lightly and shouted, "Goodbye."

What old friend?

What favor?

The pangolin, the strongest agent, was also confused.