Yongchang Company is the eternal sorrow in Minister Chi's heart. Even if this company has been dissolved, the damage caused to him is difficult to eliminate. If it were not for this obstacle, Minister Chi would have been promoted to major general the year before last.
Yongchang Company has many shady inside stories. When Mr. Ye was here, everyone knew it tacitly. After Mr. Ye passed away, the situation changed significantly. Minister Ye, who had always acted in a high-profile manner, was attacked by everyone. Yongchang's involvement in smuggling was revealed.
After he came out, and an infiltration operation against an overseas separatist organization planned by Minister Ye personally failed, the superiors finally issued an order to send him to the border area, and replaced him with Minister Chi, who was previously in charge of oil logistics.
After Yongchang Company was declared disbanded, all personnel returned to their original units and signed confidentiality agreements to keep secrets for life. All records of Yongchang's activities were transcribed by hand and locked in a safe in the basement of the General Staff. There were no electronic documents at all, and they were left to your own devices.
No matter how skilled the hacker is, he can't detect anything.
Of course, Minister Chi is not willing to let people have access to Yongchang's files. If anyone has carefully read the files, they will definitely oppose the disbandment of Yongchang. In fact, Minister Chi is not willing to abandon this very combat unit, but
Yongchang was strongly imprinted with the Yip family and could not be used by me, so I had to abandon it.
Therefore, from the moment the top-secret files were locked in the safe, the things Liu Ziguang did in Sissadamoa were blown away by the wind. At least there were no records in the country, and no one mentioned it.
, as the popular saying goes, no one knows your name, but your deeds will last forever.
Although Director Tan has great hands and eyes, he is not omnipotent. At least he cannot reach the top of the General Staff. Minister Chi has no way to go. There is no need for him to touch the hard target of Luo Kegong. Now he can only rely on diplomatic efforts to achieve success.
It worked.
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Liu Ziguang is still in Beijing these days. In a metropolis with tens of millions of people, it is extremely easy to hide someone, let alone a person like him who has been trained as an agent. He did not call home because his phone at home had been tapped.
This information was obtained from Wang Xing at the police station. It was said that two people who spoke Mandarin, accompanied by people from the city bureau, went to the station to retrieve their files. He immediately understood what was going on.
Liu Ziguang knew very well what situation he was facing. He could either bend his knees and cooperate, or be physically destroyed. In the face of the temptation of hundreds of billions of dollars, one or two lives didn't matter. Just like Zhao Hui said, you can just organize your life.
For a crime, you will be ruined and imprisoned for life. This is simply too easy for the people above. Moreover, there is a cheaper way, one bullet can solve all the problems.
So he was very alert and disappeared before the other party took any further action. At this moment, he was wearing long artistic hair, ripped jeans and a T-shirt, pushing a trolley to buy in a supermarket.
Eating food, he had not shaved his face for several days, and was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The decadent temperament exuding from his body caused two middle school girls to mutter behind him: "That man is so handsome, he must be
He's a painter."
He bought a lot of food, bread, jam, noodles, bacon, yogurt, eggs, paid at the cashier, walked to a nearby community with two large plastic bags, and bought some fresh cucumbers at the entrance of the community.
He greeted the tomatoes affectionately and the ladies enjoying the shade under the trees, and went up to a residential building.
The aunts all know this young man who just moved here. It is said that the young man graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and is a painter. His girlfriend is also a cartoonist. They both rarely go downstairs and only go to the market to buy some food every few days.
Liu Ziguang carried his bag and went up to the third floor. This is a two-bedroom apartment. The house is a bit old, but it has a quiet environment. Most of the neighbors are retired elderly people. No one disturbs them. He takes out the key and opens the door. There is a smell.
A faint fragrance wafted over, and a girl with long hair shawl was sitting at her desk painting. She was so focused on painting that Liu Ziguang didn't notice when she came in.
The furnishings in the living room are simple, with only two large worktables, some grids of pens, inks and paints scattered around, and almost nothing else. The balcony door is closed, the trees outside cover the sky, and birds are on the branches.
While singing, a bamboo deck chair was placed on the balcony, as well as a small coffee table with a tea set on it.
The old-fashioned air conditioner was humming, and the room was still cool. Liu Ziguang took off his shoes, walked into the kitchen barefoot, and started cooking.
He has been staying in Xia Ye's studio these days. To be precise, he was picked up from the street by Xia Ye. That day he was sending emails at an Internet cafe near the community when he saw a few gangsters harassing a girl.
This kind of thing happened frequently in Internet cafes, and he didn't intend to ask anything about it, but it happened that he knew the girl, and she was the cartoonist Xia Ye.
So Liu Ziguang stepped forward and used some tricks to scare away those little gangsters. Then the two started chatting. Xia Ye said that the network in her rented house was out of order, so she came to the Internet cafe to send emails. While they were chatting, the network administrator
He came to tell them that those gangsters had called for help and told them to run away quickly, so Liu Ziguang escorted Xia Ye all the way back to the rental house.
Liu Ziguang went to bed and lay down for a while.
Liu Ziguang was very embarrassed and felt that there would be some inconveniences in living alone with a man and a woman under the same roof, but he soon understood that these concerns did not exist.
Because Xia Ye didn't sleep at all, she would stay awake for days and nights while working, drinking only a little water and eating some fruits, and spent all her time on creation. In front of such a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks, let's talk about it again.
It's a bit ridiculous that there is such a big difference between men and women.
This house was originally shared with another girl, but because that person returned to his hometown for business, Liu Ziguang was able to live here with peace of mind, and took on the task of buying food and cooking, as well as paying half of the rent, water and electricity. The neighbors saw
He thought he was Xia Ye's boyfriend. Liu Ziguang didn't deny it, he just smiled. Anyway, he didn't plan to live here permanently. Each hiding place must be moved for a maximum of three days. This is what the training manual said
of.
Liu Ziguang was cutting cucumbers and tomatoes in the kitchen when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, followed by an imposing voice: "The police station is checking the temporary residents."
Xia Ye sat motionless in front of the case. As usual, these diplomatic activities were handled by Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang held the sharp knife in his hand, walked over and opened the door, and saw three people standing outside, a man and a woman.
The policeman, a neighborhood committee lady wearing a red armband.
The temperament of the two policemen made it obvious at a glance that they were local police officers. They were wearing summer short-sleeved uniforms with empty waists. They obviously did not carry any police equipment, and their expressions were very natural. There were no abnormalities in the corridor. Liu Ziguang
Asked: "What documents do I need to see?"
"ID card, temporary residence permit." the police said.
Liu Ziguang returned to the living room and took Xia Ye's ID card and his own ID card and handed them over. It was an ID card that could be faked and was made by Zhao Hui for him. Even if it was entered into the police inquiry system, there would be no flaws. Two
The police officer did not use the police pass, but casually looked at his ID card and returned it to him and said: "If you have time, go to the station to apply for a temporary residence permit. It will also support our work."
"Okay, no problem." Liu Ziguang took back his ID and watched the police go upstairs. After confirming that it was safe, he closed the door. The police checking the household registration was a very bad omen. No matter if something happened or not, they had to move. Before leaving, he
I checked the email online, browsed it quickly, then turned off the phone and said to Xia Ye, who was immersed in painting, "I'm leaving."
"Well, help take the garbage down when you leave." Xia Ye answered him without raising his head.
Liu Ziguang put on his shoes and went out, closed the door gently, and walked up instead of downstairs. When he got close to the top floor, he heard someone calling: "I checked the ID card. It shouldn't be the person you are looking for.
I'm an artist, not a promiscuous person."
It was the police who checked the household registration just now who were calling. Liu Ziguang hesitated for a moment, but continued walking up. He happened to bump into them head-on. Liu Ziguang pointed to the direction of the rooftop: "Collect clothes."
The two policemen smiled and went downstairs without saying anything. Liu Ziguang went up to the rooftop and went downstairs from another unit. When he walked out of the unit door, he took a look and saw three or four men with evil faces squatting at the door of the unit where he lived. They were all covered up.
The strong atmosphere of rivers and lakes is unstoppable.
Sure enough, he was spotted. Liu Ziguang turned around and walked away. Unexpectedly, several people came towards him. When they saw him, they shouted: "It's him!"
That person was the little gangster he had taught in the Internet cafe. Liu Ziguang immediately understood what the problem was. Without saying a word, he punched the person right in the face. He punched very hard and the opponent immediately jumped. The rest of the people
Although he was stunned, he still swarmed up. The movement here attracted the people who were ambushing in front of the building. When Liu Ziguang saw something bad, he ran away. His speed was comparable to the 100-meter sprint in the World Championships, and he left those people behind in a short time.
behind.
Suddenly, a white van rushed out of the diagonal stab and stood in front of Liu Ziguang. The door opened and seven or eight young men wearing travel shoes came out. They had shaved heads and iron rulers wrapped in newspapers, and they were chopped off in front of them.
Coming over, Liu Ziguang grabbed an iron ruler and started chopping with them. The sound of the iron cutting into flesh could be heard. In a short time, all the people in the car were lying on the ground and whining. The people who caught up behind saw a horrifying scene.
, they all stopped and looked at Liu Ziguang in horror, no one dared to move forward.
Liu Ziguang held the iron ruler in his hand and took a step toward them with a smile. These people were frightened and immediately backed away. At this time, a police siren sounded in the distance. Liu Ziguang threw the iron ruler away and walked away boldly. This time no one dared to chase them.
When we walked to the road, a police van from the police station drove over with its lights flashing. When the police in the car saw Liu Ziguang covered in blood, he immediately got out of the car and walked towards him, shouting at the same time: "Police, stop and don't move!"
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Liu Ziguang turned a deaf ear and walked to a black Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road. He opened the door and got in. The Mercedes-Benz sped off. The chasing policeman used the intercom to report the license plate number: "Black brand diplomatic vehicle, model number"