Volume 6 [The tiger is also strong when it goes to sea] NO.100 The inner ghost
The false evidence given by Commander Pinyiwei is different. Everything can be destroyed. You are deceiving Liu Liu.
However, she is not afraid of showing off. On the streets of Shenzhen, you can see foreigners coming and going. They are all different. Ayani is wearing a white dress. The only difference is that this Da Qin jewel is also covered with a white gauze on her face.
The scarf is very hazy, but it adds to the charm.
Just following Zhang Bi like this, many people on the street stopped to admire him.
A photography enthusiast even took a snapshot of Zhang Ben and the three of them. The photo taken out of the Polaroid was really unique. Katyusha licked the lollipop and shouted that she would take it. Zhang Ben shook his head helplessly.
Gave her the photo.
"Your daughter is so cute and beautiful. The photographer is an uncle. Wearing a pair of glasses, he shook his long hair with a smile, and then waved his hand: "Thank you, the exotic style is really pleasing."
"
Zhang Ben didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He turned to Katyusha and asked: "Sasha, do I look old?"
"Hey? Brother looks very young." Licking the lollipop, Zhang Ben held her hand. Ayani was on the other side, her hands naturally clasped in front of her chest, like a holy nun in the Vatican, where
Walking slowly, who would have thought that she is actually the messenger of Allah?
It's a pity that women are filthy and filthy in the original teachings, but in the eyes of outsiders, they are beautiful, pure and sacred.
"Brother, where are we going?"
Katyusha asked.
Zhang Ben smiled and said: "Go to Hangzhou for two days.
He smiled a little reluctantly. Simply put, he and that girl Xia Zhenzhen made an appointment to meet in Hangzhou. Of course, the focus was on how to explain Ayani's existence, and he was quite confused.
"Damn", what should I say then?
He was troubled in his heart.
Is this my mistress? My Iranian mistress? I'm sorry, "I cheated on you?"
There was a blur in his mind. After all, he had an irresponsible attitude toward himself. Xia Zhenzhen liked this very much. When he left China for a foreign country, he could be sure of this.
He didn't want to let down Xia Zhenzhen.
"Don't we go home? The Lun family misses Sister Zhenzhen very much. Little Loli looked up at him, her eyes were innocent and innocent, but it was a pity that it would only make Zhang Ben feel more guilty.
Already.
"Because, because your sister Zhenzhen promised to go to Hangzhou, let's go there together."
His face twitched, and he lamented in his heart. As for Liu Zhen, she stayed in the parking lot and did not follow. This disciple of Sanxuantang did his job as a pawn with all his heart.
Kaohsiung and Zhang Bi didn't have time to reminisce about old times. To be precise, there have been a lot of troubles recently, and sometimes manpower is stretched thin. When he was promoted to office director, he now dared to go out and talk to the director of the branch with his hands on his hips.
On May 8th, just after the Golden Week holiday, the business and bustle began to resume. If you go to Hangzhou at this time, there will be a lot of people. The West Lake at this time is still very beautiful.
The main reason is that at this time, the lotus roots that were originally in decline began to float, the wind suddenly picked up, ruffling the spring water, and the catkins flying on the edge of the lake embankment were absolutely beautiful.
People around the West Lake are tired of seeing the scenery, but for those who come here only once a year, the scenery is unique and has a different style.
Shang He is very careful. He is thorough and meticulous in everything he does. He is known as a monster brain in the entire intelligence department and is the ace in the General Staff.
But when he left Shenzhen, he had a worried look on his face. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. However, he was quite caring about Zhang Bi. All the conveniences made people admire him.
I bought some things on the street and it took me a long time to finish shopping.
"Brother Zhang, have you bought it?
"Um
"Brother Zhang, I came here and Liu Zhen quickly loaded the things into the car and packed them in large and small packages. The flight at seven o'clock in the evening did not have to be rushed, and it would arrive in the middle of the night.
When they flew from Tehran to Hong Kong, Boss Shang asked No. 1, No. 2 and Kaohsiung to pick him up. Zhang Bi was quite surprised, but "Kang Gao and Zhuang Qianyuan still fulfilled their duties and reported the matter in detail.
Zhang Ben and the others saved a lot of things and checked into the hotel directly.
After getting on the plane, in the first class cabin, Katyusha was playing with her mouth all by herself. She seemed to be bored and played Plants vs. Zombies with her iPhone.
It took a long time before I fell asleep with a groan, no longer full of energy.
In the capital, Negroponte, director of the US National Intelligence Agency, had just boarded a plane bound for San Francisco. When he came to China this time, he somewhat understood the mood of the people in Panmunjom after the armistice on the Korean Peninsula.
The Chinese have understood the temper of the Americans. They only believe in fists, and only fists can allow them to negotiate. The rest are all details and clouds.
The assistant to the U.S. policy adviser wiped his sweat and let out a long sigh of relief after the incident was over: "It's nothing more than a war, it really makes people's hearts tremble."
"Hey, there will be some trouble in the future.
A major general from the general logistics department said with a smile.
Although he is a major general in the general logistics department, he obviously appeared here this time, although he does not know why he appeared here.
What's the name of Bu Wu? Shang Hexin is preparing to go to Tianjin Weibuwei for this mission. After the Jia Ding test in the capital, No. 17, who was driving, whispered: "Mr. Shang, someone is watching us.
"Jingren Shanghexin said expressionlessly. He didn't even bother to turn his head to see who was following them, and he didn't want to know why he was being targeted.
Because it doesn't make sense.
No. 1, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said coldly: "There is a mole."
Shang Hexin rubbed his temples, and suddenly remembered something. He shook the small bottle Zhang Bi handed him, poured out a blue crystal-shaped pill, translucent, like jelly, and said self-deprecatingly: "This
This little thing is really useful."
As the commander of the Jinyi Guards, he has never seen any storms. He Shanghexin can still bear this little battle. Back then, tens of thousands of soldiers and police surrounded Sun Zhong when he came out. He was finally imprisoned for three years. Such deeds are considered impressive.
Already.
If the hidden energy at home and abroad is a big dragon, Yibin is the body. The troops on standby are the minions, and their special service unit is the dragon's horns. They can hold one head whenever they want.
But he has a monk heart and is too proud to say that he is the king of heaven, but he can still afford it.
This is why he doesn't want to die. It's not that he is a monk and is afraid of death, but that he can't die yet. The people he trained have not really improved to the point where he can mobilize so many capable people like his arms.
Ziru, he still has a few more years to live, and he has to hold on even to the death.
"Mr. Shang, someone is here. Should we go back or go to Tianjin Wei?"
Number 1 turned around and asked.
"Don't worry, they won't have a chance to make a move on this road.
If you really can’t do it, just stop the car and fight with them. After all these years, are you still afraid of this?”
Boss Shang had a calm expression on his face, quite calm and calm as a mountain.
No. 1 nodded, but said in a cold voice: "Don't let the mole go unchecked."
Shang Hexin smiled indifferently, closed his eyes and said, "When you get to the place, wake me up."
At the same time, in Los Angeles, Director of National Intelligence Negroponte pounded the table and yelled: "Mole! Mole! There is a mole! There is a mole! Those damn Chinamen know everything about us. They know us."
They know the bottom line completely!”
"Sir, I think actually
"What do you think? What do you think? What do you think?! Youbi! Do you think they are walking a tightrope? Damn it! Potter is right, these Chinese guys have changed, they are different, but... the mole
It must be removed, it must be removed.”
Negroponte was yelling and slapping the table like a mad dog. He wished he could turn back time, curse the Chinese, and then leave happily.
This way he doesn't have to agree to the Chinamen's conditions for entering Africa. Damn it, that's just a slap in the face to him, those damn Chinamen!
At this time, a phone call came.
"Whose? I won't answer."
"It's the CIA, Director Portgus.
The assistant said softly Nono.
Negroponte seemed to have nowhere to vent his anger, and then answered the phone angrily: "Gus, what's the matter?"
"I think we need to meet, you know."
Portgus and Negroponte met in private, which was somewhat unreliable for George W. Bush, but fortunately both of them had greeted the White House, and they met at a golf club in Los Angeles.
Not far from the stadium is Mark Cuban, the owner of the Mavericks, but there is no intersection.
A golf cart drove slowly by, where several caddies quickly picked up the flying golf balls.
"Don't you want a drink?"
Under the sun umbrella, two middle-aged men were lying on the beach chairs. Wearing sunglasses, they looked a little at ease. Of course, it might feel better if their smiles were relaxed a little instead of forced out.
"Martini
“How does it taste?”
"Well, not bad
Negroponte nodded, as if he had forgotten his troubles for a long time.
But Portgus's words sent him into the abyss...
"George Harrington committed suicide
Portgus said this very calmly, as if he was talking about the unlucky guy who was involved in a school shooting, or maybe he was talking about a dog. Everything was weird.
puff!
"What?!"
Negroponte's eyes widened in disbelief.
Others might not have reacted that much, but this guy has a little bit to do with Negroponte.
George Harrington is the backbone of the U.S. national policy advisor think tank on China. He has been an outstanding person since the Clinton era. He is able to be popular and popular with both Democratic and Republican presidents. He is no ordinary person.
But now, *** committed suicide?
Damn it! This is written by a gentle and lovely soft girl. You have to support it even if you don’t read it! ISBN: Lian Bibi