Ye Huang, who walked out of the Hong Kong office of the National Security Bureau, seemed a little disinterested. Although Ishihara Taro and Ishikawa Daihui were dead, it did not mean much to Ye Huang. He wanted to get the news about Feng Ling's death.
As Taro Ishihara committed suicide by taking poison, it was again unknown, which made Emperor Ye a little depressed.
After leaving the office, Ye Huang was about to open the door, get in his car and leave, but Liao Chang, the deputy director of the National Security Bureau's Hong Kong office who was chasing him, stopped him.
"Director Liao, is there anything else?" Looking at Liao Chang running over, Ye Huang frowned slightly and replied calmly. After Shi Yuan died just now, Ye Huang went out to tell the whole story. At present, the office is already clearing up the quilts.
The secret room became a mess.
"Mr. Ye, regarding the matter of Ishikawa Dahui, the higher ups may ask about it in a few days. I hope you can come forward and explain it. After all, although this is just an office in Hong Kong, its level is not lower than the branches in various provinces.
." Liao Chang looked at Ye Huang in front of him and said kindly.
His subordinates had informed him of the situation in the secret room just now. It was mixed with fuel and even the walls were burned. The sarin gas and mustard gas behind it were enough to block tens of thousands of people, but the Ye Huang in front of him walked out of it without any trouble. This meant that
Liao Chang knew clearly what he was talking about. The strength of the young man in front of him was probably beyond what humans could understand.
As expected, no one who can enter Long Yan is a fuel-efficient lamp!
"Okay! This matter originally started because of me. If there is an investigation from above, just ask him to call me." Nodding, Ye Huang also knew that what Liao Chang said was right. Although Hong Kong is small, it is a special administrative region after all.
, its administrative level is the same as that of provinces and municipalities directly under the Central Government. The death of the director of the National Security Bureau here is not a small matter.
"Then thank you Mr. Ye, and I would like to thank Mr. Ye for taking action this time, otherwise our National Security Bureau is hiding in Ishikawa Dahui, and we don't know what trouble will happen." Liao Chang complimented with a smile.
"It's okay. This is what I should do. I'm also a member of the National Security Bureau. I can't just have free food all the time. By the way, I guess this place has been exposed. You'd better move out overnight. The National Security Bureau personnel in Hong Kong,
Finally, replace it to avoid missing any fish."
"If Mr. Ye doesn't say anything, I will handle this matter immediately." Liao Chang has also been in the National Security Bureau for many years. Although it is called the National Security Bureau now, in the past, they were actually agents and intelligence personnel.
errand.
The identities of these people are usually extremely secretive. If intelligence officers and agents from other countries know about it, it is estimated that not many of the dozens of people in the Hong Kong New Territories office will survive this year's Spring Festival.
The assassination between agents is far more cruel than imagined.
"That's good. If nothing happens, I'll leave." Ye Huang said.
"Oh, there is one more thing that may be related to Mr. Ye." After speaking, Liao Chang handed a piece of information in his hand to Mr. Ye and continued.
"This is our network monitoring data from the night before yesterday. The person being monitored is a man in his thirties named Huang Gun, who comes from Chongqing. The information he sent contains your complete information, Mr. Ye, and is addressed to Mr. Ye.
It was sent from overseas. We thought it was suspicious so we intercepted it. I wonder if it will be of use to you, Mr. Ye?"
"Huang Gun?" Upon hearing Liao Chang's words, Ye Huang frowned slightly.
"That's right! We've also checked out his information, and it's all here. Mr. Ye, this Huang Gun is very dirty, so you'd better be more careful."
"Haha, it's nothing. Director Liao, thank you very much this time. This information is very important to me." After gently patting Liao Chang's arm, Ye Huang said with a smile.
I was worried that I didn't know who wanted to attack me, so Liao Chang sent the information to me.
Liao Chang didn't know who Huang Gun was, but Ye Huang knew it very well.
Since the last incident in Ke Lai Ju, Huang Gun has disappeared without a trace. It has been more than a week, and the monk and others have not even found his shadow. Unexpectedly, he has already arrived in Hong Kong.
It seemed that he was afraid that the Chu family would take action on him, so he temporarily hid from the limelight.
"No way, compared to what Mr. Ye did for us, this is too insignificant. You saved dozens of our lives."
Regarding what happened in the office this time, not only Liao Chang but the entire other members of the office were grateful to Ye Huang. Ye Huang had rescued them in a sense by uncovering Ishikawa Dahui.
One life, Liao Chang said, is not an exaggeration.
"Everything should be done. Okay, I have other things to deal with, so I'll leave first. I'll treat you to a drink when I return to Yanjing."
"Young Master Ye, you're welcome! It's our turn to invite you."
…
After the two exchanged a few pleasantries at the door, Ye Huang left the National Security Bureau's Hong Kong office and drove along the glittering coastal avenue toward the Phoenix Hotel.
When Ye Huang hurried back, no one had fallen asleep. Nangong Qingyin was watching the economic reports on TV, while Xing Tian, Xing Ganqi and Wu Cha were playing cards from nowhere.
There were golden flowers tied there, and Old Xing had notes all over his face. He was obviously the worst loser.
"You three have a lot of free time. What kind of notes are you posting when you are not sleeping?" Ye Huang, who pushed the door open and entered, looked at Xing Qianqi's stickers, which were like ghost drawings. He couldn't help but laugh, and his mood improved a bit.
"You're back..."
Nangong Qingyin Sword Yehuang pushed open the door and walked in. He stood up and shouted with joy on his face.
"Sir, you ran out without saying a word. How dare we sleep? Why didn't you come over obediently to protect us? If something happened to Miss Qingyin, we would have been killed alive." Xing Ganqi looked depressed.
cried.
He didn't really blame Ye Huang for not going out with them. The main reason was that the three of him were bored and tied up golden flowers. He originally thought that Wucha was easy to bully, but he thought that this kid was very clever and he almost lost.
Just treat it like underwear, even the IOU is plastered on my face.
"You, the old boy, are just complaining about heaven and earth all day long. If the three of you came here, you would be the loser. Why, you would lose miserably?"
"Not only was he a miserable loser, he was lost to grandma's house..." Looking at the stacks of hundred-yuan coins in front of Wucha and Xingtian, Xing Ganqi felt like crying without tears. He had done something wrong for himself.
"Aren't you and Wucha Zhajinhua the same as the God of Gamblers Zhajinhua? He is a Feng Shui master and knows how to predict the future. It's good that you didn't lose yourself when gambling with the God of Gamblers." Ye Huang saw this old man.
The kid was so defeated that his whole body turned outwards, and he couldn't help laughing and said in shock.
"That's right! Damn it, grandma, how could I have forgotten this trouble? I poked it! I got my head caught in the door today and even made gold flowers with this ancestor. I said I lost so miserably." Being treated like this by Ye Huang
As soon as he said this, Xing Qianqi suddenly thought of something and slapped his head with regret.
I really don't just want to die. Zha Jinhua actually plays with a guy who can do divination. Isn't this looking for death?
"Okay, pack your things and go back to your house. I have something to say."
With that said, Emperor Ye turned around and left the room first.
The three people behind them hurriedly packed up their things and then followed behind them.
"Sir, where have you been in the middle of the night?" Xing Ganqi, the old boy who talked the most, asked Ye Huang after taking a sip of fine Longjing tea and spitting out the half-drunk tea powder.
"I went to the National Security Bureau office and found out that Taro Ishihara is dead." Ye Huang said calmly.
"Dead? He was killed by people from the National Security Bureau. Is there any information about him?"
Emperor Ye shook his head.
"I poked it! This Shi Yuan can't hold on anymore, right? Master, why don't those idiots let this idiot sit on the tiger's bench? Then they'll kill him, right?"
As soon as he heard that he had not obtained any information, Xing Ganqi began to curse. For the past two days, he had just stayed at home and watched TV every day when he had nothing to do. He happened to see a TV series about the intelligence war in the 1930s and 1940s, which contained intelligence.
People were put on the tiger's bench. No, it was copied directly.
"How come you, old bastard, can think of everything? You watch too much TV, don't you?"
"Uh... I have indeed watched a lot of TV dramas in the past two days." Xing Ganqi was very honest and nodded in agreement. They had been out for the past two days and were alone in the hotel. They did not really watch a lot of TV dramas.
Ye Huang didn't know whether to scold or laugh after hearing this old boy's words.
"You old boy, when will you be more serious? Ishihara committed suicide by taking poison. Here's what happened..."
Later, Emperor Ye told the three people what happened in the office. When they heard that Ishikawa Dahui was a spy from the Kingdom of the Sun and wanted to kill the young master with fire and poison, the three people's faces turned green.
Come down.
"I made a divination before, and it turned out that the young master might be in trouble. I originally wanted to come over and tell him not to go out at night, but he still went out. It seems that this divination came true." Wucha sighed, and among the three of them,
So when he realized that Emperor Ye was out, Wucha was about to come over after divination and said something, but he realized that Emperor Ye was not there.
Originally, Xingtian and Xing Ganqi wanted to go out and look for it, but then Wucha said that in the hexagram, Ye Huang turned bad luck into good luck, so they both sat back.
"Wucha, this kid is just an afterthought. You wouldn't have been in this situation a few minutes earlier. Fortunately, it's okay." Xing Ganqi shouted.
"I didn't know that the young master was going out. Besides, I got that hexagram by chance. I'm a human being, not a god. How can I predict everything accurately?" Wu Zha blushed and argued in response.
"But your calculations were very accurate when you deceived Jinhua!" Xing Ganqi's eyes widened and he shouted depressedly.
"You are the best at your own level. You can't blame others." Wucha snorted and refused to admit it.
"No, give me the money back, you are cheating!"
"I don't need money, but I need my life!"
…
The two began to argue.
"Okay! I'm willing to admit defeat. If you lose, you lose. There's nothing to argue about. I came here to tell you something."
After Ye Huang scolded them like this, the two of them immediately became more honest.
