In the cabin, everyone was covered with blankets and drinking hot coffee. Everyone was in shock. Olivia walked into the cockpit and said to her safety supervisor: "Thank you." Then she got into the co-pilot's seat and fastened her seat belt.
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The pilot was the safety director who had a soft spot for Olivier. After receiving the call for help from Olivier, he flew a seaplane alone at an ultra-low altitude to the Indonesian waters to respond. Perhaps this is a challenge for ordinary people, but for Singapore
For him, who was a special forces officer, it was just a practical exercise.
The seaplane flies at an ultra-low altitude and can avoid the radar of the Indonesian army. There is no need to worry about safety issues. The monotonous roar of the plane makes people drowsy. The injured Zhang Baiqiang is already asleep, and Shangguan Jin, who has been nervous all night, also dozes off.
Chu Xiangdong held the gun and said nothing.
Zhao Hui found a box of Marlboros from somewhere, lit two of them, and handed one to Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang silently took it and smoked it.
"Are you blaming me for not letting you kill Ma Fengfeng?" Zhao Hui said.
Liu Ziguang said nothing.
"If Ma Fengfeng dies, that will be the beginning of the real disaster. Not only will the Ma family use all their strength to deal with us, but the top management will also be furious. After all, this is beyond the rules of the game, do you understand?"
"But have you ever thought that even if I don't kill him, he will be killed by others, Thorpe will kill him, and the Indonesians will kill him. Will his death definitely be blamed on you?" Liu Ziguang asked in return?
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Zhao Hui smiled bitterly: "Isn't it?"
"We didn't get the evidence that Ma Fengfeng and Zou Wenzhong were traitors. If you disobeyed and refused to return, and I was accused of being a murderer, how would we end up? Have you ever thought about it?" Liu Ziguang asked.
Zhao Hui took a deep drag on his cigarette and shook his head: "The worst case scenario is that he will go into exile overseas."
Liu Ziguang suddenly laughed, took out a waterproof bag from his arms, opened it, and found a hard drive inside.
"When Ma Fengfeng and Thorpe were talking, there was a camera under the eaves of the villa facing them. It is worth mentioning that it was a high-definition surveillance camera from Panasonic. I brought the hard drive of the surveillance host, that is to say
, we have the content of their conversation, which is ironclad evidence."
Zhao Hui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "I understand. Although there is no sound, you can read their conversation from their mouth movements. This is indeed the most powerful evidence. You guys are more courageous and careful at critical moments than me.
So strong."
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On the ruins of the villa, heavy rain poured down, hitting the canvas awning of the Dodge Army truck. The antenna of the radio station stretched high into the sky, and the communication soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs to the patrol boats.
The radio wave was interfered by thunder and lightning and was intermittent. General Sulilan was sitting in the carriage, the big cigar in his mouth flickering on and off. The adjutants and soldiers did not dare to speak for fear of angering the general.
Suddenly the signal soldier took off his earphones and said: "They escaped."
"What, say it again!" The general was furious.
"The ship was sunk, but...but the radar showed that a seaplane took off from the sea." The signal soldier stammered.
"This is a terrorist attack! They must not be allowed to escape!" General Sulilan roared angrily, calmed down, and said to his secretary: "Call the Air Force Commander."
The rain was still falling. Forty minutes later, two Russian-made Su-30 fighter jets on combat readiness took off in the rain from an air force base near Jakarta. Because the weather was too bad, the pilots could not adapt to all-weather operations in complex weather, and one fighter jet unfortunately crashed.
The other plane made an emergency return.
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At this time, the seaplane had avoided all radar detection and flew back to the water airport in Bintulu, Malaysia at ultra-low altitude. The Ou Corporation's industries are spread throughout Southeast Asia and it owns a large terminal in Bintulu. After the plane landed, Olivier ordered her
The security director said: "Erase the flight records, forget what happened just now, and then arrange a fast boat for them to return to Singapore."
The security director nodded, turned and left.
Ou Liwei came to Liu Ziguang: "Are you sure about that?"
Liu Ziguang nodded: "OK."
The two of them understood each other tacitly, and neither mentioned Ou Jinlong's name. Ou Liwei stretched out a hand: "I am honored to be able to stand with you through thick and thin. I know that you still have important responsibilities, so I won't leave you alone."
Everyone shook hands with Ou Liwei one by one. In this operation, both parties got what they needed. Liu Ziguang got what he wanted, and Ou Liwei got rid of a serious problem in his heart. It can be said that everyone was happy.
"If there was an opportunity, I mean if I gave you a new identity to stay and help me, would you consider it?" Oliwei stared into Liu Ziguang's eyes and asked, as if she didn't have much hope for his answer.
"Yes." To everyone's surprise, Liu Ziguang agreed.
Happiness came so suddenly that Olivier was a little overwhelmed. When she was about to speak, Liu Ziguang stopped her.
"Old Zhao, I've got what you want, so I won't give it to you." Liu Ziguang shook hands with Zhao Hui vigorously, then walked up to Shangguan Jin, smiled and said: "Actually, you woke up a long time ago.
Right?"
"Hypnosis has a time limit, but I have to say that your hypnosis was very successful. It deceived me for at least forty-eight hours." Shangguan Jin said.
"Anyway, thank you for working with me to dig out the truth of the matter. Director Shangguan, after kidnapping you for so long, it's time to let him go." Liu Ziguang shook hands with Shangguan Jin.
"This is my job. The main responsibility of the Investigation Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China is to investigate malfeasance and corruption within the party, so you don't need to thank me." Shangguan Jin smiled meaningfully and added: "Actually, Wang Qian is the one who
My real name."
It was already daylight and the dock was busy. The security director contacted a freighter returning to Singapore Port. It was about to set sail. Liu Ziguang sent Zhao Hui and Shangguan Jin to the ship's gangway, where two Malaysian customs officers in white uniforms stood.
, without mentioning the passport check at all, he waved his hands and let them go up.
Shangguan Jin walked to the middle of the gangway, suddenly stopped and looked down at Liu Ziguang and said, "I hope I can eat your steak next time."
Liu Ziguang smiled and waved, turned and left, lit a cigarette, and walked on the wide pier, with the morning glow behind him and the sirens blaring.
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General Su Lilan is probably the most unlucky person in the world. The villa was bombed to ashes, several bodyguards were killed, an entire Marine Corps was bombed and lost its structure, and now an expensive Sukhoi fighter plane crashed into the sea.
These are all unforeseen disasters, but the people above will not think that these things have nothing to do with Su Lilan, and political opponents will only take the opportunity to hit themselves hard.
There is an even more troublesome thing. Ou Jinlong, one of the heirs of Singapore's Ou Group, was killed in a bomb in his villa. Ou Jinlong's inheritance lawsuit was in full swing. At this juncture, someone died, and Su Lilan was inevitably suspected.
Distraught, Sulilan ordered several Chinese people to be detained and await interrogation by the country's intelligence agencies. This made the trouble even greater. President Sucino's secretary called and directly asked for their release. Only then did the general know who those people were.
The Chinese were so well-established that they quickly apologized and sent people to Jakarta.
After Ma Fengfeng arrived in Jakarta to survive the disaster, he first called Director Tan in China and reported the assassination. Then he called his old man and cried out about how he almost died. This time Ma Fengfeng was really scared.
, I didn’t even dare to fly on my own private plane anymore. I entrusted the embassy staff to buy a ticket for my recent return to my country, and then I hid in the hotel and didn’t go out.
In Beijing, in the Office of the Investigation Department of the General Office of the Communist Party of China, Director Tan lit a cigarette and thought for a long time. Zhao Hui finally couldn't bear it and took the risk. It seemed that he had taken the right step, but at the same time, he also realized that Ye
The power of a centipede in a house without freezing, and a trapped beast still fighting is terrifying. The key now is to eliminate all hidden dangers and nip in the bud all factors that are unfavorable to oneself. He picked up the phone and explained: "Unused files can be destroyed.
Already."
In a hotel in the suburbs of Beijing, a man in black put down the phone and called two of his men to the next room. Jin Xudong put down the newspaper and asked, "Can you let me go?"
"I'll let you go now." The man pursed his lips, and two of his men rushed forward and pushed Jin Xudong to the floor. They stuffed a towel into his mouth. The man took out a syringe, sucked out a tube of air, installed the needle, and knelt down.
Aiming at Jin Xudong's large blood vessel, he slowly inserted the needle...
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At Singapore Airport, Zhao Hui and Shangguan Jin appeared in the departure hall. On a seat in the distance, Hu Qingsong was killing time with a Lianhe Morning Post in his hand. He looked up and saw the two people walking towards him. He quickly put down the newspaper and greeted them.
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Suddenly, a man in a suit walked over from the side, showed his ID to Zhao Hui and Shangguan Jin and said, "Immigration Department, please come with me."
Zhao Hui looked around and saw that there seemed to be many capable men dressed in the same clothes who were eyeing him. He smiled bitterly and followed the man to the office with Shangguan Jin. Hu Qingsong realized something, sighed and left lonely.
At the airport security office, Singapore Military Intelligence agents disguised as immigration officers confiscated the passports of Zhao Hui and Shangguan Jin. They waited quietly for ten minutes without saying a word. The door opened and five burly men walked in.
, the two parties shook hands and exchanged simple greetings. The agent handed them over and then accompanied them all the way from the VIP channel to the airport tarmac, where a small charter jet of Deer Jet from mainland China was parked.
The two got on the plane. Shangguan Jin was arranged to sit in the front row, and Zhao Hui was taken to the back of the plane. Two men sat down with him on the left and right. One of them took out handcuffs and motioned for Zhao Hui to put them on.
"It doesn't have to be like this, right?" Zhao Hui asked with a smile on his face.
"Please cooperate." The man replied stiffly.
Zhao Hui shrugged, put on the handcuffs obediently, and asked: "Which system are you in, buddy? The second department or the tenth game?"
The man ignored him, sat down and began to relax with his eyes closed.
The cabin door closed and the plane slowly taxied to the runway, its destination being Beijing, China.