Zhou Ping, 30 years old, 1.78 meters tall, came from the military, and is now an ordinary prison guard in the Western District Prison.
When Zhou Ping opened the door to the cafeteria, he suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ears. The voice was very cold and he said to himself: "Don't close the door!"
It turns out that Zhou Ping also had a military background, and had even carried out operations to rescue hostages from terrorists while in the military. He had seen the storm, so he shouldn't have been affected by such a sound.
But in fact, that cold, blade-like voice not only frightened him, but also scared him so much that he didn't dare to actually close the door. And he himself would never admit this. The most he could do was admit that when he
When I saw the owner of that voice, I was frightened by the owner of that voice!
In fact, strictly speaking, I was not frightened by the owner of the voice, but by what he squeezed into his hands! I remember that the owner of the voice was an ordinary man wearing a prison uniform. When he said
When he finished this sentence, he squeezed something to himself.
Zhou Ping took a quick look at that time and saw that the thing the man squeezed for him was a red book with the words "Chinese Ministry of National Defense" written on it...
The Ministry of National Defense is a high-level official department of China. Zhou Ping never thought that he would have any interaction with this department. But now, this department has really come into contact with him. For a while, Zhou Ping didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
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Since he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, he had no choice but to pretend that he was following the instructions from his superiors and did not close the door to the cafeteria. Instead, he followed the riot regulations and went straight to the prison warden's office to report.
"Zhou Ping, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Just before Zhou Ping went to the warden's office, a woman suddenly pushed open the door and walked out.
How to describe this woman? Maybe put it this way, this woman is not too beautiful, that is, she is passable, and she is quite old, over thirty, she can be regarded as a middle-aged girl, but there is spring in the corners of her eyes.
There is even a mole of ecstasy on the corner of her mouth, and you can tell at a glance that she is the kind of woman who eats a lot in bed.
And this gluttonous woman is called Li Li, her name is ordinary just like her appearance, but this ordinary woman is actually the secretary of the prison warden. A secretary may not be much outside, but in the prison, she is definitely inferior to one person.
, a high-ranking official above tens of millions of people.
Zhou Ping knew that Li Li was Ma Yuping's secretary rather than his lover. Therefore, Zhou Ping did not dare to offend this woman. Even if the situation was so urgent, he would greet her first: "
Hello Sister Li, I want to see Warden Ma!"
"Oh?" Li Li was stunned for a moment, looking a little surprised, "Didn't you know that Warden Ma asked for leave today?"
"Well?"
Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment. Why didn't he ask for leave earlier and later? Why did he ask for leave only on the day of the riot? Suddenly, Zhou Ping saw a stack of documents in Li Li's hand. There was a densely written piece of paper at the top of the document.
The writing on the paper was so sparse and dense that Zhou Ping couldn't see clearly what was written, but he could recognize that there was a familiar symbol at the header of the paper. He had seen that symbol before, just now, that
There is also such a mark on the certificate that says China's Ministry of National Defense.
"Sister Li, what is this?" Zhou Ping suppressed his shock and said to Li Li.
"This?" Li Li looked at the piece of paper and didn't care much, "There's nothing there, just some meaningless numbers!"
"Oh, can you let me see it?" Zhou Ping said, took the piece of paper and started reading it. This sight immediately frightened him to the point of shock.
Indeed, the numbers on this piece of paper have no meaning to outsiders, but Zhou Ping knew that the words on this piece of paper were Morse code, and the decoded information was——
Warden Ma Yuping:
There will be a huge riot in the Western District Prison on the night of November 18th. You should not take any action then.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Ping was so frightened that the Ministry of National Defense actually knew that there would be a riot today, and even ordered Warden Ma to stay out of this matter, so that Warden Ma had to take leave to escape. What was going on?
The frightened Zhou Ping looked at the piece of paper again, and saw that after deciphering the code on the paper, it was signed by a man named Jin Haotian. Who is this Jin Haotian?
"Jin Haotian, Minister Jin?" Zhou Ping suddenly remembered that when he was in the army, his leader came for an inspection. The platoon leader deliberately called him to his dormitory the day before the inspection, and said to himself solemnly: "Xiao Zhou, tomorrow
Minister Jin is coming to inspect, please tell the brothers to wake up and don't embarrass me."
Now that Zhou Ping thought about what happened back then, he couldn't help but connect Minister Jin with Jin Haotian. Could it be that they are the same person? The more Zhou Ping thought about it, the more certain he became, but the more certain he became, the more worried he became.
Zhou Ping remembered that Minister Jin was supposed to go to the military region to inspect, but in the end he did not come, and the platoon leader was demoted for no reason. When he finally retired from the army, a group of brothers raised funds to entertain the commander of the military region, but in the end he
The commander was not invited, only the commander's secretary was invited.
The senior secretary was also a little drunk that day. During the dinner, when he and others mentioned the platoon leader's demotion, the senior secretary even revealed some inside information, "Minister Jin has always kept a low profile. I heard from the commander that he planned to come incognito to inspect the situation."
, but that guy actually helped Minister Jin spread propaganda all over the world, so that Minister Jin didn’t come in the end, so the commander stewed him together!"
"Stewed?"
At that time, Zhou Ping and his buddies didn't understand what this meant. It was only after he was discharged from the army that he realized that it was a southern dialect and meant demotion.
The final conclusion was that his platoon leader angered the low-key Minister Jin, so the commander stewed him, and now the always low-key Minister Jin actually wrote a letter to Warden Ma in his own name, which means that
It seemed that he was going to take this matter upon himself.
Zhou Ping didn't dare to think about something that was so contrary to Minister Jin's character, but the more he stopped himself from thinking about it, the more he couldn't help it, "Does Minister Jin have any big plans to carry out!"
Zhou Ping didn't know the escape plan of Qin Yifeng and others until now, so he could only regard it as a secret mission arranged by Minister Jin, and this riot was carried out to complete the mission.
"Xiao Zhou, have you finished reading?"
Seeing Zhou Ping's pale face, Li Li couldn't help but feel curious, but she was just curious. What really made her say this was that Zhou Ping wasted her time here, and her time was very precious.
, I remember that the handsome man I caught online at noon has already booked a room in the hotel and is waiting for me!
"It's over!" Zhou Ping came to his senses. Now he knew a big secret, which made him feel both scared and proud, and his mood and temperament became very contradictory.
"oh?"
Li Li took the worthless piece of paper in her eyes and suddenly saw Zhou Ping, who had a contradictory temperament. She immediately felt excited, her heart was beating loudly, and a certain part of her lower body was also wet.
She was thinking about how she should call her husband and the tough guy in the hotel to explain that she would not go home or keep the appointment.