Life needs motivation.
For a better life, people always need some motivation.
This motivation is very simple, it is nothing more than fame, fortune and the temptation of beauty.
Some are for money, some are for sex, some are for power, some are for...
It seems that everyone is a common person, but in fact, everyone is a common person.
Are there any otherworldly people?
Of course there are, albeit few, but they still exist.
However, most of the time, they are unknown to the outside world. Most of the time, they live in the shadows and never see the sun.
Sitting behind the desk, Shadow carefully read the file that the Security Bureau had brought over. When he finished reading, he pushed the file back to her.
"So, their goals have changed?"
"Yes, we think we can close the net."
The woman sitting in front of the shadow said.
"We already have enough evidence to imprison him in Lubyanka, but... you need him to pass on something."
In fact, sometimes enough evidence is not necessarily needed. After all, there are always empty cells in Lubyanka Prison. Maybe times have changed and will change in the future, but some things remain unchanged.
"So far, through them, we have initially mastered the intelligence network that the British used to infiltrate with banner men. Moreover, through them, we have completed some tasks that were inconvenient for us to complete."
Intelligence work is like this. Sometimes, it is necessary to release false information through some spies, and in order to pass on false information, of course some real information is needed. The spy game is never simple black or white.
"But it's different now. After analysis, we believe that the network should be closed. They have directly threatened the security of the empire."
"Every spy threatens the security of the Empire."
Shadow said directly.
"We all know that there are millions of people living in the Tang Dynasty and India who are full of hostility to us. They once rode on our heads to dominate us. They may infiltrate us as spies at any time.
How many people like that do we have here? Is it 100, or 1,000? Or more? However, if we grasp their movements, we can perform some tasks as needed at any time, just like now..."
Looking at the file, Shadow said.
"There are a lot of low-level spies here. But there are a lot of high-level spies like this. Keeping her around is useful for the time being..."
"this person."
She leaned forward and took a picture of the photo on the top of the file.
"What about him? He has leaked a lot of information and has a wide range of interpersonal relationships. This time he obtained some confidential information through working relationships. This confidential information may pose a threat to the war."
"really."
Shadow nodded slightly and said.
"The bureau believes that he is no longer useful and it is time to get rid of him."
After that he made corrections.
"No, it should be said to be garbage disposal..."
"What about her?"
The woman asked, pointing to the woman holding the child in the photo.
"she……"
Shadow smiled.
"The identity of a widow...is very tempting!"
As he spoke, he pulled out another photo.
"Now she should get in touch with higher-level people..."
…
In the white Borgward minivan on the roadside, there was a driver wearing a blue T-shirt sitting. He seemed to be smoking, and he seemed to be peeping and waiting for something.
At 7:30, there was movement in the house diagonally opposite.
A BMW sedan drove out of the garage. It stopped for a moment on the side of the road. The driver looked at the cars passing by on the street, then got on the road and drove off at high speed.
The Fuwo truck parked opposite immediately followed the BMW car, and the two cars walked in tandem.
It was a clear morning. Over the Oriental Forest Park, the scorching sun jumped out of the horizon. He had been monitoring here since 5 o'clock, and no one would pay attention to him. On the other side of the road, a driver wearing a driver's uniform
Sitting in a truck, the back of the truck is loaded with various goods, it is a normal morning.
The BMW and the Borgward were driving one behind the other. When they reached the intersection, the leading BMW was a hundred meters away from the intersection. The man on the roadside put down the newspaper in his hand, and the truck on the other side of the intersection
The driver who got on immediately stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the BMW as it was about to pass the intersection.
In the violent impact, the car was knocked over and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
"ah……"
The man on the roadside saw this and ran over quickly, shouting as he ran.
"Save people quickly..."
When he ran to the car, the dying driver called for help.
"Save, save..."
The man hurriedly bent down and tried to drag him out of the driving position, rescuing and comforting him at the same time.
"Don't worry, an ambulance will be here soon..."
The next moment, the man who seemed to be trying to save the person forcefully broke the injured man's neck...
In the end, he rescued the injured. But by this time, the injured had turned into a cold corpse.
Almost half an hour later, the police arrived at the scene of the accident. This was just a traffic accident. There were many such traffic accidents on the road. After a simple investigation, they could conclude that it was just a simple accident.
At the scene of the accident, the police found the deceased's ID card.
"Li Huafeng, ah, he is actually a senior engineer of Nanhua Company. What a pity..."
Another policeman looked at the photo in his wallet with regret and said.
"It's quite pitiful that his wife, who is so young and beautiful, has become a widow, an orphan and a widowed mother..."
"Hey, that driver is quite pitiful. After the war broke out, he started working consecutive shifts...working for more than ten hours and accidentally fell asleep."
While the policemen were shaking their heads in regret, they would occasionally cast their eyes on the driver who was scared to death.
He's also a poor guy... to meet with such an accident.
After the accident investigation report came out, people continued to live their lives. If nothing else happened, the truck driver was sentenced to one year in prison, suspended for one year...
The next day, at the funeral, Jin Biyun, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in front of her husband's tomb. She looked sad, although her face was pale, but she was still very charming. Any man who entered the mourning hall could not help but take a look at her.
.
"If I want to be pretty and filial, the ancients will not deceive me..."
Looking at the woman holding the portrait, the shadow sitting in the car sighed, but he didn't even notice the woman in the passenger seat next to him rolling her eyes at him, and just said to herself.
"This heat should be almost done."
When he saw the man following the woman, Shadow couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
all the best!
They've hooked up.
While the funeral was going on, Shadow drove a car away from the cemetery.
"What to do next?"
the woman in the passenger seat asked.
"Secret surveillance."
Shadow answered bluntly.
"Aren't you the best at this job?"
"You know that's not what I'm talking about. He has already sent the information out. That information may cause great harm. That's what I'm talking about."
The woman rolled her eyes at him and then said.
"The Security Bureau is responsible for domestic counterintelligence. We will never allow anything that damages the interests of the empire to happen!"
"I can agree with this, but..."
Shadow said to the woman next to him.
"But sometimes, some things are not as simple as we think!"
Shadow's answer made the woman look at her, then shook her head and said.
"In your world, maybe the answer is not that simple. But in our world, black is black and white is white. There is no other color in between."
The woman gently moved her hair, and the shadow glanced at the woman. Then he cast his gaze into the distance and said.
"Yes, black is black and white is white. Everything we do is for this world of black and white. And we will always be shadows..."
I wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!
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The old group has died and a new book club group has been established: 739209015. Everyone is welcome to join and discuss and deduce the plot together.
(End of chapter)
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